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A Love Too Dark (03)

The Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader

Chapter 03: He Grabbed Her

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.

This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.

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Chapter Summary:

Yn returned to the casino the next evening for work while she made sure to avoid the Marquis de Gramont at all costs. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message.

The next day, all Yn could think about was the Marquis and how she was going to face him in the casino that evening. She spent the day trying to distract herself by taking care of Sydney and her morning shift at the cafe, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the man who had left her shaken and vulnerable the night before.

She found herself unable to fully focus at work at the cafe, daydreaming at times, and even made a couple of minor mistakes which was unlike her since she deemed herself a pro at being a waitress there. It even got the attention of her fellow coworkers.

"Hey," Edric approached her at the counter, concern written all over his face, "You okay?"

Yn faked a smile and nodded, "Yeah, I'm okay!"

However, exhaustion took a toll on her and her smile gradually faded right in front of Edric. She cast her head down, staring into space below her, before she shook her head gloomily, "Umm... no. I'm... a bit stressed."

Edric frowned and said, "Then take a break. I'll cover you as the cashier."

"But the boss is watching," murmured Yn as she faced the cashier, seeing that some of the customers were getting up from their tables.

The man beside her whispered, "Then just stand next to me. I will cover you."

Edric suddenly pushed her gently to the side and manned the cashier. Yn was stunned and observed him handling the customers paying their bills. She finally acquiesced and stood beside him, watching how he interacted with each customer with ease and charm, making them feel welcomed and valued.

After some time, the cafe slowed down, and Edric approached Yn - who was sitting at a table - with a warm smile and a cup of coffee.

"Here, drink this," he said gently, handing her the cup, "You seem like you could use a pick-me-up."

Yn took a sip of the coffee, savoring the taste and the warmth. She felt more relaxed already.

"Thank you," she said gratefully, looking up at Edric with a smile.

Edric smiled back at her and said, "You're welcome."

He quickly dragged a chair away from the table and sat down in front of her. He grabbed his tea and took a gulp right away, slightly fidgeting in her presence. Yn took another sip of the coffee, savoring the delectable flavor he had crafted as a barista in the cafe.

Yn sat quietly, savoring the hot drink and letting the warmth fill her. She looked up at Edric who was apparently studying her. She noticed the faint blush on his cheeks and the way his hands fumbled nervously upon being caught staring before he took a sip of tea. A thought entered her mind and she considered the possibility that Edric, as a man, could understand the Marquis and his behavior better than she could.

Taking a deep breath, Yn decided to do it. She leaned forward slightly and spoke in a hushed tone, making sure no one else could overhear their conversation.

"Edric, can I ask you something?" she began, her voice low and filled with concern.

Edric nodded, his eyes focused on her, his brows furrowed in anticipation, "Sure. What is it?"

Yn hesitated for a moment, trying to find the right words to express her thoughts, before she revealed, "It's about this man, someone I work with in the evening... He... he seems fixated on me."

Edric raised an eyebrow, his eyes filled with genuine concern. "Fixated? What do you mean?"

Yn hesitated, searching for the right words. "It's hard to explain. He approached me and... it felt overwhelming, almost predatory. I felt trapped... like I was being hunted, and I did not want anything to do with him."

The barista's expression grew serious as he listened intently. He leaned in a little closer, his voice gentle and reassuring as he said, "Yn, it sounds like he has bad intentions. It's like he wants to assert some kind of power over you, to make you feel vulnerable. You didn't give him any sign that you are interested...?"

"No," Yn immediately shook her hand, "I did not, at all."

Edric nodded and added, "Maybe he sees it as a challenge. Some men enjoy the chase. You know, the feeling of conquering someone who is unattainable. It can be an ego boost for them when they get it."

Yn furrowed her brows, trying to process Edric's words. The idea that the Marquis might view her as a conquest didn't sit well with her. It only reinforced her decision to keep her distance and protect herself.

"And he probably thought you were playing hard to get. Playing hard to get can sometimes attract certain men," Edric continued, "They're drawn to you as you keep refusing them over and over again. Then they see it as a game."

Yn pondered his words, trying to make sense of them in the context of her own experience. She remembered how the Marquis had circled her, his intense gaze locked on her as if she was a prize to be won.

Yn's brows furrowed as she absorbed Edric's words. "But why me? I haven't done anything to warrant that kind of attention."

Edric offered a sympathetic smile. "Probably what you normally do. Perhaps he sees something in you that intrigues him, something he wants to uncover or possess. And when you don't respond back to his charms, he is intrigued. Some men, especially those with power and influence, are attracted to that. Like, imagine a man being so powerful, rich, and influential, all girls worship his feet, and then he sees one girl who is not. He will keep his eyes on her and wonders why she isn't crazy about him and his wealth. That's how you get that man's attention."

Yn pondered Edric's words, the pieces slowly falling into place. She realized that the Marquis might be one of those men, drawn to the chase and the allure of capturing someone who seemed unattainable.

"What should I do?" Yn whispered, feeling a knot of anxiety in her stomach.

Edric took a deep breath, then leaned forward, "My advice to you... is to be cautious and protect yourself. Don't give him any reason to believe that you're interested in him. If he tries to pursue you again, make it clear that you're not interested. And if he persists, then it might be time to take it up with your supervisor or someone in a higher position."

Yn restrained herself from disclosing that the man who probably saw her as a conquest was the big boss of the casino and someone of the highest position. Nevertheless, she nodded and said, "Thanks, Edric."

Edric smiled, his eyes full of warmth and sincerity, "You're welcome, Yn. If this guy bothers you again, tell me, okay?"

"Okay," she responded with a small smile as she found herself hoping that the Marquis would not bother her again.

As she got up to leave, Edric stood up with her and gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

"Take care of yourself, Yn," he said before turning back to his station at the cafe.

As Yn walked away, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settling in her stomach.

As the sun began to set, Yn's anxiety peaked. She knew she had to go to work, but the mere thought of facing the Marquis again made her stomach churn. However, she reminded herself of her plan – stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift.

Taking a deep breath, Yn left her apartment, boarded the bus, and walked towards the casino. The evening air was crisp and cool, and she hugged her coat tight around her frame. Her heart thumped erratically in her chest, and she couldn't shake the feeling of dread that settled in her stomach.

As she entered the casino, Yn tried to put up a smile and greeted back her coworkers. She made her way to the changing room and quickly changed into her uniform, her hands shaking slightly.

Yn took a moment to compose herself, reminding herself of her plan again - stay away from him, avoid being alone with him, and get out as soon as she is done with her shift. Once dressed, she stepped out of the changing room and made her way to her assigned area on the casino floor.

As she walked through the bustling space, Yn couldn't help but feel the weight of the Marquis's presence in the room. She kept her head down, trying to blend into the background, and focused on her responsibilities. Every now and then, she caught glimpses of him out of the corner of her eye, but she made a conscious effort to avoid direct interaction.

Throughout the evening, Yn found herself constantly on edge, aware of the Marquis's proximity. His eyes seemed to follow her wherever she went, and she could feel his gaze piercing through her. The tension between them was palpable, and it only added to the overwhelming atmosphere of the casino.

Yn couldn't help but notice the Marquis's presence lingering in the periphery. She caught glimpses of him from the corner of her eye, his tall figure moving gracefully through the crowd. Each time he entered her line of sight, her fear spiked, and she could feel the tension and unease building within her.

Despite her best efforts, Yn found it increasingly difficult to hide from the Marquis. He seemed to be aware of her presence, always observing her from afar. His piercing gaze followed her as she moved about the casino floor, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

Yn diligently carried out her duties, trying to distract herself from the unnerving presence of the Marquis. She interacted with the patrons, exchanged pleasantries, and ensured their needs were met. However, no matter how hard she tried to focus on her tasks, the Marquis's gaze lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate.

At one point, while she was attending to a group of guests at a roulette table, Yn felt a chill run down her spine. She turned her head and saw the Marquis standing at a distance, watching her intently. His eyes bore into hers, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She quickly averted her gaze and focused on her work, but the encounter left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

As the night progressed, Yn couldn't escape the feeling that the Marquis was attempting to corner her, and he did not bother to hide it. He seemed to always be one step behind her, his presence lurking in her periphery. She felt his gaze on her back, his eyes burning into her, and it made her skin crawl.

As the evening wore on, Yn's anxiety grew with each passing minute. Just as she thought she could make it through the night without any direct confrontation, she received a message from Mr. Malone, the former owner of the casino.

[Mr. Malone: Where is Amelia?]

Yn was also clueless as to where her fellow colleague was. She was about to look for Emma when her phone chimed in.

[Mr. Malone: Meet me in the office now.]

Yn's heart sank as she read the message. She knew that Mr. Malone was not the type to call her into his office for a casual chat. Her mind raced with possibilities of what the managing director could say to her regarding Amelia.

With trembling hands, Yn quickly looked for Emma. Once she spotted her, Yn immediately reached her side and whispered, "Where is Amy?"

Emma seemed startled by the sudden whisper beside her. She glanced at Yn and replied in a hush, "She texted me saying she could not make it again today."

Yn nodded and walked away, leaving Emma in confusion. The former then hastily made her way to Mr. Malone's office. As she walked, she could feel the weight of the Marquis's presence behind her. She quickened her pace, desperate to escape the suffocating feeling of his gaze on her back.

When she arrived at the office, Mr. Malone was already there, tapping his foot impatiently. He whipped around to face her and immediately asked in a reprimanding tone, "Yn, where is Amelia? She was absent last night and did not tell me why!"

Yn knew that she had to tread carefully with her words. She took a deep breath and responded, "I'm sorry on behalf of Amelia, sir. She was sick and couldn't make it to work."

Mr. Malone's face contorted with anger. He chided, "That is unacceptable! She should have told me about her absence!"

Yn felt her heart racing, and she desperately tried to calm herself down. She knew that Mr. Malone could be unpredictable, and she didn't want to make things worse. She took a step forward and said, "I will inform her that, sir. Respectfully, she did seem sick last time and need to rest well before returning to work."

"Well, respectfully," Mr. Malone responded with a sarcastic note, "She did not seem unwell last time I saw her. She laughed and mocked the Marquis' comment about art. I simply dismissed her and have not yet scolded her for that yet and she's already sick?"

Yn's heart sank further at Mr. Malone's words. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a response that would appease Mr. Malone and save Amelia at the same time. She stuttered out a response, "I'm sorry for her, sir. I can guarantee you that Amelia is truly ill and didn't mean any disrespect towards the Marquis. I will speak with her about it and ensure it does not happen again."

Mr. Malone glared at her, his eyes narrowing. Yn could feel the weight of his anger bearing down on her. She waited anxiously for his response, unsure of what he would say next.

Suddenly, the office door swung open, and the Marquis entered, towering over both Yn and Mr. Malone. His presence sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a deep discomfort being near him. Not to mention that it did seem like he was following her here.

The Marquis de Gramont, the new owner of the casino, stood by Yn's side with his hands inside his pocket. Mr. Malone had already risen from his seat, utterly dumbstruck to see the Frenchman barge into his office out of the blue.

The office was silent as the Marquis glanced at them both before he asked with his thick French accent, "Is there any problem?"

Yn felt her heart race as she was glued to the spot, standing beside the Marquis. His towering figure and the way he held himself with such authority sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable in his presence as if he could see right through her.

Mr. Malone stuttered slightly but quickly regained his composure. "No, no problem at all, sir. We were just discussing the absence of one of our employees."

The Marquis raised an eyebrow, his gaze flickering over to Yn.

"I see," he said, his voice smooth and velvety. "And who is this employee?"

Yn swallowed hard as Mr. Malone answered, "Her name is Amelia. If you can recall, it's the bunny-girl who was first assigned to be your night companion on your first visit here."

The Marquis' mouth opened in understanding and realization. He obviously recognized which one she was and he pointed out, "Oh. The girl who scoffed at me?"

Yn felt her heart sink as the Marquis' words confirmed her fears. She knew that Amelia had made a grave mistake by disrespecting the Marquis and his comment on art, but she also knew that the girl was genuinely sorry for her actions.

Mr. Malone hung his head in shame and disappointment as he confirmed, "Yes, it was her, sir."

The Marquis looked at the male before him before asking, "How long has she been absent?"

"Two days," replied the managing director, "Ever since she disrespected you, sir. She was absent from work last night without prior notice or explanation, and tonight as well."

The Frenchman harrumphed, nodding his head subtly as if he was registering the issue, before speaking in a casual and indifferent tone, "Fire her."

Yn felt her heart drop as she heard the Marquis' words. She knew that if Amelia was fired, that poor girl would be devastated. She needed to come up with a way to save Amelia's job right then and there. She bit her lip as she anxiously pondered for a way to save her friend's job, her stomach twisting into knots at the thought of Amelia's pain.

She looked up at the tall Frenchman with a sad frown on her eyebrows and spoke up, "Sir, if I may, perhaps we can give her a warning instead. She has been a diligent and hardworking employee before this incident, and I believe that she deserves a second chance."

The Marquis turned his attention to Yn, his piercing gaze making her feel even more exposed. She held her breath, waiting for his response.

The Marquis stared at Yn for a moment, a sly smile playing on his lips. He found her determination to save her friend's job intriguing, and a thought crossed his mind.

"A second chance…" he mused, his voice dripping with amusement. "But I am not a fan of second chances. They are a refuge for failures."

Yn's heart sank further at his words. She knew convincing the Marquis would be a difficult task, but she couldn't give up. Amelia's livelihood was at stake, and she couldn't bear the thought of her friend losing her job over a single and tiny mistake. Now that she mulled over it, it did seem unfair.

With a frown on her face, Yn met the Marquis' gaze and replied, "Everyone makes mistakes, sir. And through them, we can truly grow and learn. I believe in giving people the opportunity to improve themselves."

The Marquis towered over Yn in close proximity, his piercing gaze fixated on her. His smirk was filled with amusement as he evaluated her determination to save Amelia's job. He couldn't help but smirk at the sight of her wide doe eyes and her small figure next to his tall frame, looking up at him so innocently.

"You are quite persuasive. Very well, Yn," the Marquis said, his voice low and velvety, "I will grant your request. But I expect something in return."

Yn's heart skipped a beat as she eyed the Marquis warily, her pulse pounding in her ears like an ominous drumbeat. With every beat of her heart, she knew the risk of dealing with him could have drastic repercussions, but her determination to save Amelia's job drove her forward. She steeled herself and reluctantly nodded, making a silent prayer that this was not a decision she would regret.

The Marquis, upon seeing her nod her head to him, smiled cunningly and cast a side-eye glance at Mr. Malone who was quietly watching them. The Frenchman then nodded his head to the side, towards the door. The managing director immediately understood and walked off, exiting the office and leaving Yn with the man who had been attempting to corner her the whole evening.

Yn felt a pang of fear as she realized she was alone with the Marquis. She knew that being alone with him was dangerous, but she had come too far to back out now. The plan which she had repeated to herself since the start of the evening was quickly discarded in her head. She took a deep shaky breath and asked meekly, "What would you like in return, sir?"

The Marquis stepped closer to her, reducing more distance between them, until he was leaning near her hair and could smell the fragrance of her locks. Yn squirmed under his gaze and next to his tall frame as she awaited his offer.

He suddenly whispered, his voice sending a shiver down Yn's spine, "You. You will accompany me to a private dinner tomorrow evening. Just the two of us. If the evening goes well, and you manage to satisfy me, your friend will be given a second chance."

Yn's eyes widened in shock as the Marquis' words sunk in. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, her body tense and ready to flee as she contemplated his offer. She had not expected such a request, and her mind raced with fear and confusion. She knew that accepting his offer would come at a great cost, but she could not let Amelia lose her job. Swallowing her fear, she forced a nod of her head as she tore her gaze away from the man and looked down.

"Okay..." her voice was soft and timid, evidently revealing how reluctant she was.

The Marquis smirked at her reply, his eyes flickering with amusement. Then he whispered, "Excellent."

However, despite striking a bargain with him, the Marquis did not step away from her. He still towered over her, letting his height suck away her confidence and leaving her feeling vulnerable. Yn's heart raced with terror as she felt the Marquis' warm breath on her neck. His hand came up to brush a strand of hair away from her face, causing Yn to flinch at his touch.

The Marquis noticed her reaction and chuckled to himself. He knew the power he held over her and used it to his advantage. He cherished the power imbalance between them. It made him feel powerful, in control, and dominant, something he craved in all areas of his life. He wanted to see how far he could push her.

Yn felt his hand linger on her cheek and her heart pounded in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to escape from his presence, but her determination to save Amelia's job kept her rooted in place.

She was wondering why the hell he hadn't moved away since a deal had been made, when the Marquis spoke up, "For tonight, however, to justify your friend's action, a kiss is sufficient."

Yn's eyes widened in shock at the Marquis' words, and she took a step back from him. She immediately queried, "What? I thought our deal is a dinner tomorrow evening!"

"That remains," replied the Marquis who stepped closer to her and bent down till his face was right in front of hers by inches. He added, "Your friend has made two mistakes. One, she laughed at me. Two, she was absent from work without telling Malone. Both mistakes deserve punishment. Each has its own consequences."

Yn's mind was reeling from the twist the Marquis made. Her eyes were wide as she stared back at him in horror. The Frenchman continued with a grin, "You are so kind, ma lapine. So noble. You are eager to take on the consequences on behalf of your friend. I like that. So you have to do two things for me for her mistakes and to give her a second chance. One, a kiss tonight until I'm satisfied. Two, a private dinner tomorrow."

Yn's heart sank as she realized the true nature of the Marquis' intentions. He could twist anything and any words to his liking and for his own selfish desires. Her heart was beating so fast that she thought it might burst out of her chest. She was desperate to save her friend's job, but the thought of kissing this man made her feel sick to her stomach.

She tried to reason with him, "But sir, that is too much."

The Marquis shook his head, "A kiss is the only thing that will suffice. I have made up my mind on this matter."

Yn knew that there was no room for negotiation. She had to do this if she wanted to save Amelia's job. She was already stuck in a situation where she had to pay a heavy price for her friend's tiny mistakes. If Mr. Malone handle this, all he would do was just a warning to Amelia and that's all. But the Marquis twisted everything to make it seem worse.

She knew that she was trapped, caught in the spider's web and there was no way out. She had to make a difficult decision and it pained her to do so. Yn took a deep breath, summoning all the tiny courage she had left in her, and said in a quivering voice, "Okay... but please... please give me your words you wouldn't fire her after this deal."

The Marquis leaned closer to her and whispered, "I give you my word. Your friend shall keep her job, provided you satisfy me tonight and tomorrow evening."

Yn nodded, her eyes lowering in submission. She had no other choice but to agree to the Marquis' demands. She felt disgusted by what she had to do, but she had gone too far already, and she did promise to Amelia to ensure she was not fired.

The Marquis stayed close to her, his arrogant smirk still present on his face as he watched Yn's reaction. He knew that he had won the power struggle and was eager to taste the fruits of his victory.

The Marquis stepped closer to her once more, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Yn froze in an instant as she realized that he was acting upon the deal already. She felt his fingers glide down her cheek and then his thumb brushing over her lower lip. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could feel it in her ears.

She couldn't believe she was doing this. She tried to convince herself that it was just a kiss, but the Marquis made it clear that it wouldn't be just a peck on the cheek.

For a moment, Yn considered backing out, but she knew that the Marquis wouldn't hesitate to fire Amelia if she did since a deal had been secured. She closed her eyes and braced herself for what was to come.

The Marquis leaned in closer, and Yn could feel his lips brushing against hers. She could taste his arrogance and dominance on his lips as he pressed them harder against hers. He locked lips with hers, pressing his mouth over and over again as she remained a doll in his grasp. And the Frenchman eventually noticed this.

"If you think being a dead fish would satisfy me, you are dead wrong," the Marquis muttered against her lips, "Remember, satisfy me... or this deal is off."

Yn's eyes snapped open, and she realized that she had to put in some effort to please the Marquis. She hesitantly began to respond, her lips pressing against his with more pressure. His lips curled into a devilish smirk and he responded back eagerly, sucking her mouth sinfully that it sent chills up her spine.

She could feel a spark of electricity that sent shivers down her spine, the warm energy of his breath passing over her skin. His lips moved over hers, gently at first before becoming more insistent and urgent, as they moved hungrily against her.

Yn could hear the low hum of pleasure that emanated from the Marquis as he responded eagerly to her hesitant touch. His lips enfolded hers in an almost intoxicating way that made her heart beat faster.

Yn could feel the Marquis’ soft but firm lips against hers, and the warmth of his skin as he pulled her closer. His hands were strong and possessive as they moved to either side of her head, drawing her in further to deepen the kiss.

When his tongue pushed against her lips, demanding entrance, she immediately felt so overwhelmed that she felt like she had to break it off and get a grip. She tried to pull away, but the Marquis held her tightly in place. Feeling his lock on her whole body, she took a step back from him, disentangling her mouth from his, and was about to verbally stop him. However, before she could utter a word, the Marquis slammed his lips back on hers.

Yn's body stiffened at the sudden contact and she tried to push him away, but the Marquis' arms wrapped around her waist, holding her in place. His kiss was forceful, his tongue sliding past her gaping lips, invading her. She tried to resist and push him away by pushing against his chest, but the Marquis was too forceful, overpowering her with his passion.

She eventually dropped her hands and parted her lips wider, allowing him to explore her mouth with his tongue freely. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, his tongue reaching far deeper into her mouth. His grip on her tightened as his tongue explored eagerly and commandingly, tasting her and dominating her in every way. It pushed against hers deeply in an almost violent way. Yn felt disgusted by the way he was taking advantage of her, but she didn't have the strength to push him away.

Their lips mashed together in a passionate kiss, creating filthy smacking sounds as their mouths moved together. His breathing was heavy as he kissed her, a low growl in his throat that held a warning. As he moved his tongue around inside her mouth, Yn could hear the soft slurping sound it made as it tasted her. His breath was hot against her face, his tongue urging her to open up more and submit to him.

The Marquis held Yn tightly in place with his hands around her waist, as he explored her mouth aggressively. As the kiss deepened, Yn felt the Marquis' hands moving down her body, his fingers tracing over her curves and her revealing bunny costume. She shuddered at his touch, but she knew that she had to allow him to do whatever he wanted if she wanted to save Amelia's job.

She waited for him to break the kiss and conclude the first deal, but he continued to nip at her lower lip and explore her mouth. Yn felt his hands move from her waist to the back of her head to push her deeper against him. He continued to kiss her sinfully and erotically, running his hands through her hair and then down her back. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel the full extent of his body against her.

As the Frenchman kissed her, he trailed his hands up her body, tracing over her curves. His touch sent shivers down her spine. She began to ponder that this was going way further than the deal but he did specify to satisfy him. Despite this, it didn't make it any easier for her to have his hands all over her body, as they slid all over her body, exploring her figure. His hand continued to roam over her body, his fingers tracing over her curves.

Goosebumps rose up all over Yn's flesh as his fingers moved over her, sending sensual tingles down her body, and she shuddered in response to his touch.

She tried to resist, but the Marquis gripped her tighter in his arms, his hands moving all over her body. They moved over her waist, before sliding up her chest. Yn trembled under his touch, before moving her hands up to press against his chest, attempting to push him away.

However, the Marquis did not relent. Instead, while kissing her vigorously and with an exploring tongue, he pushed away her hands and ended up grasping one of her breasts. His skin touched hers since the seductive bunny costume didn't cover the entirety of her chest, and revealed a lot of her cleavage. It startled her and caused her to gasp loudly.

With renewed strength due to her shock, she shoved him away forcefully, making him stumble back before he regained his footing. Yn immediately stepped rearward, creating a safe distance between them, as she breathed loudly in the quiet room.

The Marquis appeared flabbergasted and as if he had snapped out of a trance. His eyes locked on her, intense and burning, as he opened his mouth and brought his tongue to the corner of his lips, tasting the lingering warm sensation of their kiss seconds ago.

A smirk curled his lipstick-stained lips. It made him seem like he was satisfied yet he was still plotting his next move to control and dominate her more. The eerie sensation of his eyes staring at her caused her to shudder and his dark gaze moved up and down her body clad in the bunny costume.

"I look forward to our evening together, ma lapine," said the smug Marquis, his voice was husky and breathy due to the intense kissing session, "Tomorrow evening, come here one hour earlier than usual. I will pick you up and we will do the second deal. You may go home now."

With that, Yn rushed off to the exit with her lips swollen and red in color. The Marquis looked on as she rushed out of the room. He sucked his tongue lightly in between his lips, licking off the last of the deep burgundy lipstick that stained his lips.

Thinking about her, the Marquis chuckled evilly. Satisfaction radiated from his relaxed posture and his eyes twinkled brightly from the pleasure he had received. He was eager to have Yn again and he knew that he would savor every last moment of it.

Yn felt disgusted and upset as she stood alone in the staff's female washroom. She stared at her reflection in the mirror and saw that the lipstick on her lips was indeed messy across her chin and philtrum. She quickly grabbed several tissues and wiped them clean, discarding any evidence that could indicate she had make-out with someone. If Mr. Malone sees her in such a state, he would put two and two together.

She wasted no time and immediately gathered her belongings. She left the casino in a hurry, not stopping to say goodbye to her colleagues or even notify Mr. Malone. She could only hope the Marquis was being truthful and would tell the managing director about him allowing her to go home early.

Without hesitation, she hopped on a bus and made her way back home. While sitting in the vehicle, she continually dabbed at her dry lips with a tissue as if she could still feel the Marquis’ passionate kiss lingering on them.

Yn fidgeted around with her fingers as she stared out the window. She focused on the sound of the vehicle as it grumbled and bumped downwards as it drove following its route, bringing her closer to her humble abode.

That's when she remembered her sick mother in the hospital. She tore her gaze away from the window and cast her eyes downward, staring at her lap, as she contemplated how her life come to this. She took the bunny-girl job in the casino as a quick way to earn money for her mother's hospital treatment. However, tonight took a nasty turn and she had to strike a bargain with a man who clearly took advantage of her and the situation with Amelia.

That was when she remembered that new girl. Yn quickly fetched out her phone and texted her.

[Me: Amy, are you coming to work tomorrow?]

In five minutes, Amelia read her message and replied:

[Amy: Maybe. I'm scared to come back.]

Yn pondered after reading through Amelia's message. She had a feeling that if Amelia goes absent again tomorrow, Yn will be scolded and the Marquis will take that chance again to his liking. As much as she wanted Amelia to rest up, the latter must come back to work.

[Me: Amy, you have to come to work tomorrow. Mr. Malone had been asking about you.]

[Amy: Oh no...]

[Me: You have to come back and explain everything to Mr. Malone.]

[Amy: But I'm scared of getting fired.]

[Me: Don't worry about that. I did my best to persuade him just now. Come to work tomorrow, okay?]

[Amy: Okay... thanks, Yn.]

With that done, Yn leaned her head back in the bus seat and sighed heavily, her mind suddenly filled with dread at the thought of her impending dinner date with the Marquis de Gramont.

Meanwhile, the Marquis de Gramont sat in his office, with one of his legs rested atop the other, as he ran through the steamy event that had transpired moments ago in his head. The memory of Yn's innocent expression caused his lips to curl upwards into a smirk.

She looked so stunning and tempting in her bunny costume, he decided. Her plump lips were so tasty, they were like the finest of wines and her skin was so soft that it felt like silk. He had to taste her. He couldn't resist. She was a delicious little lapine that he found irresistible.

He could already tell she was worth the chase when he first tasted her. The Marquis smiled in pleasure as he imagined the ways he would take Yn. All of them would be pleasurable and painful in all the right ways.

The Marquis was determined that the first time he will have her, she would be screaming in either ecstasy or pain. He would take the upcoming private dinner as a golden opportunity to execute his plan. He would make Yn his, and she will only be his.

He couldn't wait.

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I work at Trader Joe’s and alwyas think about how modern Ellie would work there and hate small talk w the men but love talking to all the girls ..

loser cashier!els who fumbles your groceries and accidentally squashes a tomato in her palm because you’re super cute and she just placed all of your stuff in your paper bag with shaky clammy hands. n then when you thank her she accidentally thanks you back. “thank you… for uh, buying… here. t— trader joes thanks you” and now she’s repeating that entire interaction in her head and goes to the bathroom, stares at the mirror and is so humiliated!!! “trader joes thanks you?” “what the fuck�� she mumbles under her breath and if you come AGAIN, and this time you thank her by adding an “ellie” (because her pin literally has her name it) she starts thinking that you stalked her and is all giddy and thinks ur definitely into her, but then when she takes off her work uniform she sees that stupid pin and hits herself in the face. hehe

btw she probably threatens to quit every 10 minutes and never does. has insane beef with the manager and steals bags of chips

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bisexual-thoughtss · 2 years

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Olivia Benson x Reader

I had a request for jealous/protective Olivia but tumblr deleted it, if it was you that requested it, here it is!!

Olivia opens the door for you, following you inside the warm coffee shop. You both settle into the line, looking over the menu.

“I’m gonna run to the restroom real quick,” Olivia tells you, turning to walk away.

“Wait, you want your usual?” You ask, grabbing her hand to slow her down.

“Yes, thank you,” she smiles, pecking your cheek before walking away. You shuffle forward with the line, watching the people in front of you leave the nearly empty coffee shop as soon as they got their drinks.

“Can I buy you your coffee?” A voice asks, just as you finish ordering. You turn around to find a tall man who looked charming but in a way you were sure was an act.

“I’m perfectly capable, thank you,” you shrug him off and hand the cashier your money. You thank her, walking quickly over to wait for your drinks and distance yourself from the man.

“Maybe you’d like to go to dinner sometime?” He tries once again, sliding up just a bit too close for comfort. His height leaves him looming over you and effectively boxing you in.

“I’m flattered but I’m really not interested,” you try to explain, a bit of panic starting to rise when you can’t find a path to get away from him. The coffee shop is empty, save for the barista who’s focused on making lattes, so there’s no one else to witness the interaction. Just as he starts talking again, you feel an arm wrap tightly around your waist.

“Hey baby,” Olivia smiles and kisses you on the cheek, as if marking her territory.

“Who’s this?” She asks brightly, clearly sensing how uncomfortable you seem with the situation. Her badge glints in the light from where it sits on her hip, but he seems undeterred.

“Well I was just asking the lady to dinner, but I can handle both of you, I’m into that,” he smirks sleazily. He reaches out like he’s going to touch you, but before you can blink Olivia’s got his arm twisted behind his back, pinning him to a table.

“Yeah? You into handcuffs too, buddy?” She growls.

“No! I- uh, I mean, uh-,” he fumbles to answer, making Olivia roll her eyes.

“Get out,” she spits as she releases his wrist. He scrambles out of the shop, not even bothering to get his coffee.

“Damn Liv,” you smile, watching her face go pink. She grabs your drinks, slipping the barista a tip to make up for the commotion.

“Are you okay?” Olivia asks as she hands you your cup as you walk towards the door.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you answer, opening the door for her and following her out. You take her hand as you walk down the street, snuggling in close to her as your breath puffs in front of you.

“Thank you for that,” you nudge her with your elbow and her hand slips from yours, wrapping around to pull you closer as you stop at a crosswalk.

“You don’t have to thank me for that, he was a creep. No one gets to make my girl uncomfortable,” she tells you, planting a kiss in your hair as she holds you.

“Also it was really hot,” you smirk as she takes a sip of her coffee, giggling as she coughs in surprise.

“You wanna pin me down like that when we get home?” You ask casually, knowing how it’ll effect her.

“Oh you are in for it,” she grins, pulling you across the street as soon as the sign flashes, your laughter echoing behind you.

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kiame-sama · 2 years

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What if shigaraki has lived his whole life as a die hard incel where no girl has ever even looked at him, let alone dated him, then all of a sudden he meets a cutie at the cash register who is not only pleasant but gives him a little compliment on his coat?

(... So cannon Shigaraki before his primary interaction with Stain?)

Warnings; yandere, Fem reader, obsessive behavior, angry gremlin Shiggy, kidnapping, stalking, incel behavior, reader is doing her best to not get shanked, misogynistic behavior, sexist talk, item theft, drugging,

... Wait, was she talking to him?

Shigaraki's eyes darted to the woman behind the counter. This wasn't the usual guy who worked the register, who the hell was this?

Standing at the cash register was someone who was very feminine appearing, and exactly the kind he could never get with no matter how hard he had ever tried. He came here to get away from people like her, not have to talk to them regularly! This place is the only corner store that carries his energy drink of choice close to Kurogiri's bar, no way in hell he would back off because of some female.

"Is this all you would like today, Sir-?" "Yes! Don't ask me stupid questions like that." "Understood, I will not ask again."

He glowered at the new employee behind the counter, practically daring her to make a snide comment or some kind of insult. Instead, she continued what she was doing with a pleasant looking smile, either ignoring or not noticing his poisonous glare. When she had put all of his items in a bag she looked at him with those stupid doe-eyes and he braced for what he already knew was coming as she examined his hooded face.

"Sick hoodie, really adds to the general vibe you give off." "And what kind of fucking vibe do I give off?" "Eh, cool looking gamer who needs sleep?" "I don't need-! Wait, what did you say..?" "A... Cool looking gamer who needs sleep?"

It took a moment for the sentence to really register in his brain because it actually sounded sincere instead of the sneer he was expecting. Unexpectedly, he felt like she wasn't messing around or mocking him, she had given him a genuine compliment. He... Hadn't been expecting that so he was honestly caught off guard. Usually chicks just said something about his hair or his chapped lips, just stupid things like that.

Wordlessly he picked up the bag and kind of grunted in acknowledgement, feeling his face absolutely burn. Maybe he was screen burned from being by the computer all day? That had to be it, sure as hell wasn't that chick.

"Have a nice day." "Fuck off."

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For countless days it was the same routine for Shigaraki every time he went to that corner store. Grab what he wanted, see that cashier, get a genuine compliment, feel like his face is on fire, leave, and repeat. Even when he wouldn't talk at all she still said something or talked about the weather like he wasn't glaring daggers at her.

He kept going more frequently, sometimes several times a day all while convincing himself it wasn't just to see that stupidly sweet smile and hear her annoyingly nice voice. There were plenty of reasons he went to that specific corner store any time it was her shift and none of them have anything to do with her. At least, that's what he tells himself.

It wasn't really until Kurogiri commented on his constant in and out of the bar that he noticed he was even going out more.

"Are you heading out? Master said to keep a low profile." "I'm just going to the damn corner store." "Again?" "The hell's that supposed to mean?" "You've said that you're going to that corner store five times today." "And? Mind your own business."

As the young man practically slithered out of the bar, a deep chuckle sounded from the screen at the side of the bar. The sound almost startled Kurogiri, as he didn't know his master was listening in or even connected to the screen at that moment. Luckily he responded well to random interruptions and didn't fumble despite the sudden appearance.

"He is quite driven over this." "Are you certain this is alright, Master? A carnal distraction could be too much for him to handle right now." "It's fine. If anything, I am pleased. He should calm down quite a bit now that he has found someone to vent that energy of his into. Ensure he gets and keeps this new pet of his, Kurogiri. It will be easier to reign him in with a distraction like her." "Of course, Sir."

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You occasionally cast glances over your shoulder as you walked home, feeling that sensation like you were being watched. Ever since you started that job at the corner store, it has been one thing after the other.

It started with the feeling of being watched while you're at work even though you worked later hours. Then you felt it everywhere you went, like someone was watching every step you took even when you were home. Belongings started to randomly go missing like bottles you drank from or random pairs of underwear. You were really starting to consider moving out and just trying somewhere else.

When you got back to your apartment you noticed the lights were still on, even though you distinctly remembered leaving them off. While you were setting your things down, your phone pinged impatiently with several notifications. You almost thought it was funny before you read the first line of the unsaved number's text, finding line after line of what seemed like obsessed rambling.

It was enough of a concern to you that you wanted to do something about it, but no one would take 'creepy messages' as a proper reason to reach out for help. Weighing your options, you stared at your screen and turned towards your room without seeing the silent figure watching you. You only knew someone was there when you felt a sudden sharp jab into the side of your neck, body feeling as if there were hands grabbing you and holding you still.

The effects were almost immediate as your vision blurred and left streaking trails, feeling your limbs weigh you down more with every passing second. A low buzzing in the back of your mind morphed into a sinister laugh belonging to someone behind you, the sound distorted and sluggish. As your vision spun away you felt chapped lips against the shell of your ear, whispering to you.

"Feeling tired? Just relax, (y/n), I'll get to have you soon enough."

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sweetsmollthings · 2 days

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Ok so with my post about external shrinking triggers I did keep thinking on it more and wrote something……

Contains: shrinking in spurts, triggered by keywords; shrinking to about 5’3”; shrinking to about 3’6”; shrinking to 3”; an almost-kidnapping; a rescue; fear and angst; probably inaccurate grocery store things (because the author has never worked in customer service jobs)

“Ah—!”

Paige jolted, then looked towards the neighboring cashier. “Val? Are you—?”

“Don’t talk to me,” Val snapped, yanking out her earbuds much too fast (which she clearly regretted, judging from how she winced) and fumbling with her phone. Paige faintly heard a snippet of whatever she was listening to (something about miniatures?) before she finally managed to turn it off.

Paige frowned. The brusque attitude wasn’t unexpected—in all the time they had worked together, Val had always avoided talking to coworkers and customers alike, pointedly keeping her earbuds on to drown out everybody else. She probably took the late night shift to interact with as few people as possible (which, fair); even so, Paige would have liked some appreciation. She considered leaving her alone as requested.

…But the way that Val curled up, clutching her phone tight, breathing much too fast, was too concerning to ignore.

“Hey,” Paige said softly, moving closer. “Deep breaths, alright? Let’s calm down—wait, why are you so short??”

Maybe that was a strange thing to focus on for what was clearly a panic attack, but when someone was a whole head shorter than they should be, how could you not comment on it?

And, when someone got even shorter right before your eyes, could you blame a person for getting derailed? “Wha— huh??? What??? You—“

“Shut up,” Val hissed, shooting out a hand to presumably cover Paige’s mouth, but clearly misjudging the distance because she ended up bopping Paige on the chin instead. Her short sleeves billowed with the movement. Her other hand held a now too-big shirt to her chest. “Just—go away! I’m taking a break—“ Val suddenly grabbed her pants in the middle of turning around, stopping them from falling. Paige saw her ears go red.

“I, um,” Paige stuttered, then wordlessly retreated to her cash register and tried to be normal about this. Don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare…

It was impossible. Paige snuck a glance and startled, at first thinking that Val had gotten even smaller, but no. She was just crouching down. Hiding, probably.

Paige hesitated, then reached over to turn off Val’s checkstand light.

After a very quiet half hour, Val stood up again. Full height, this time. She glared at Paige. “Don’t say a word. To anyone.”

Paige nodded. (Not like anybody would believe her.) “So…about all that…”

But Val was already plugging in her earbuds, back to tuning out the world.

…Well. Probably best not to pry.

After that incident, Val seemed to put extra effort into avoiding Paige at all costs. Which wasn’t difficult, especially since Paige decided to not pursue the many questions she had. Whatever happened, it wasn’t any of her business. Maybe it never happened in the first place. Maybe she had been dreaming or delirious—never mind that she had felt totally awake—after all, shrinking was obviously impossible.

The unspoken arrangement worked out well. At least until one day, passing by the bathroom door, someone grabbed Paige’s arm.

Screeching, she swung a fist towards the offender and only hit the door (ow). As she nursed her hand, she actually looked at the door and saw Val peeking from behind it. At a much lower angle than she should be. Like, way lower. “Change the song,” she begged, which was…sorta creepy, actually.

“Huh?” Paige said, still trying to reconcile Val’s current impossible height and shift in demeanor.

“On the PA, stupid!” she hissed. (Ah, there we go.) But it turned into a whimper as, all of a sudden, she shot down a few inches. Above them, the speakers cheerfully sang, “a little bit of Monica in my life, a little bit of Erica by my side…”

“R-right! Hang on,” Paige said, running to the office. Somehow, she managed to make it before the chorus ended.

When she ran back, the bathroom door was closed again. She knocked. “It’s me. Are you…okay?”

The only answer was a clumsy click as the door opened again. Val peeked out, definitely much shorter. Child-sized, even. She clearly had to reach up for the door handle and looked miserable about that fact. “Thanks,” she mumbled. Then, “I need you to help me home.”

Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching, Paige crouched down. “Can’t you just grow back? You did last time.”

“It’s past midnight,” Val explained bitterly. “I’m stuck like this for now. Just get me home. You have a car, don’t you? It’s just a…quick drive.”

“But my shift isn’t over,” Paige said, then realized how ridiculous that was in this context. “Um. Okay. Just…follow me, I guess.”

Val opened the door a little wider and waddled out, hefting a bundle of what seemed to be almost all her clothes—thankfully, she still had a dress on. That is, her shirt, which was long enough to be a dress. Or rather, she was small enough for it to be a dress. The bundle looked like it would explode out of her arms and Paige briefly considered offering to hold it for her, but then decided that would be too weird.

“I’m gonna just quickly check the carts,” Paige told the manager, who just waved her off, not even looking up from his phone. Val padded behind her on bare feet, ducking her head even though she really didn’t need to. She couldn’t be seen over the register even if she stood up straight.

It was as quick a drive as Val said, just across the street and around the corner. Completely walkable, under normal circumstances. But under abnormal circumstances, Val needed to be helped in and out of the car and escorted to the steps. She couldn’t even unlock the door on her own. Val didn’t say a word the whole time, not even a thank you before shutting the door in Paige’s face.

So clearly, for whatever reason, Val shrunk any time she heard any word that meant “small” and grew back at midnight, like some sort of bizarre Cinderella. Her general demeanor made a lot more sense now. Why be friendly with people if conversations were a landmine for triggering a…curse? Probably a curse. This seemed pretty curse-like.

Being privy to this secret didn’t afford Paige any exemption to Val’s antipathy, though. It did afford her a lot more requests for help, and while she did understand that she was probably the only one who could help (since the cat was out of the bag anyways), it was sort of getting stressful, considering that most of the requests involved sneaking her out of work. Sometimes when she wasn’t even that small.

“Can’t you get noise-cancelling headphones or something?” Paige asked tersely on one of their secret drives.

Val looked at her, surprised. Even after their arrangement began, they never really exchanged words during the drives. It was just a given that they should be done in silence. After a long pause, she tugged at her shirt (which wasn’t even that baggy this time) and replied, “They hurt after a while. And it’s not like they work perfectly.”

“It’s better than nothing. I can’t keep doing this for you, I’ll lose my job.”

Val glared hard at the glovebox. “Okay. Got it,” she said coldly, sending a twinge of guilt through Paige. But really, it was unreasonable to ask her to do this. She wasn’t in the wrong here. Val should be figuring out how to handle this herself.

“Who’s that?”

Paige blinked, coming out of her automatic check-out mode, and looked at where the shopper pointed. “Huh? Val?”

The shopper nodded. “Thanks. I don’t need a receipt.”

“Alright,” Paige said slowly. That…was a little weird, right? Should she tell Val? But it’s been pretty awkward ever since their last conversation. And she could handle herself. She should handle herself, really. Paige wasn’t her keeper.

When their shift ended, Paige got into her car and headed home—her home, not Val’s. Which, of course, was how it should be. It was late. She needed some sleep before class. They weren’t friends.

…

Sighing heavily, Paige turned around and drove back to the road she had grown so familiar with, peering ahead for any sign of a person on the empty sidewalks. As she approached Val’s house, her headlights caught a lone figure, crouching close to the ground, over a pile of clothes—

Paige quickly parked, launched herself out of her car, and punched the shopper from before in the solar plexus. In one fluid motion, she scooped up the clothes and retreated, jumping back in (and knocking her head on the top of her car, ow), and slamming the door behind her—wait, was Val even in the clothes? She couldn’t feel her weight, did she drop her? Paige tore at the bundle of clothes in her lap and yes, she could see a small form squirming around, thank god—

The shopper suddenly slammed a hand on her window and she screamed, dropping Val in the cupholder and slamming on the gas. She didn’t stop until fifteen minutes later, when it was pretty clear there was no car following her. She pulled to the side of the road. “Okay, pretty sure we’re good,” she announced. “Let’s get you out of—“

The tiny hand that slapped at her fingers when she reached into the cupholder barely registered, but Paige flinched back anyways. As the adrenaline wore off, she became aware of soft crying.

And with that came the extra awareness of how…small Val was at the moment, the smallest she’d ever seen her. So small that she fit in a cupholder. So small, she could easily be whisked away.

“I-I’ve never—it’s never been th-this bad before,” Val managed between sobs, tripping over her self-censorship. “Wh-what if I don’t grow back this time?”

“I mean, you always grow back, right? No reason that’ll change. You’ll be normal again in…” …twenty-two hours.

Paige flinched as the wailing just grew louder. Not by much. Being just a few inches tall affected your volume, as it turns out.

“…Want to go to my place?” Paige offered meekly. Neither of them brought up the obvious fact that Val couldn’t stay at her own place. Possibly couldn’t ever go back, considering that her would-be kidnapper knew where she lived.

The cupholder gave no answer other than more weeping. So Paige just quietly drove home.

#g/t #g/t writing #giant/tiny #shrinking #I don’t really know what happens after #the only thing in mind is that like #val has obviously been isolated since she’s afraid of what might happen #Paige helps her get some amount of social life by being able to sort of #being her bodyguard and getting her able to escape before anybody notices what’s up #why does Val shrink? iunno. whatever. you won’t get backstory or lore from me #because there is none lol #I’d like to think that Val does eventually find some amount of comfort being small around Paige #I definitely usually would write that sort of stuff instead of like…this more angsty stuff #I like fluff I want comfort in being small u_u #also playfulness. but oh well I hope this is still good

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hot publix cashier told me she liked my hair today and i was like Thanks! It’s the lain haircut! and she knew what that was which wasprety cool. Then i preceded to fumble the interaction by asking if she got her necklace at Universal studios bc i had one from universal that looked just like it. She made it herself. Oh well. Win some lose some!

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sorcerous-caress · 6 months

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choose your own adventure interactive story bg3 | Part Two

> "no but ask for proof"

The stranger smiles, "oh definitely, let me see..." the Gale lookalike fumbles around his shopping cart before retrieving a pack of gum buried under the cans of cat food almost overflowing his cart.

He takes a moment to study the item, holding it as if it was something foreign.

He speaks something, a language unknown to you. You blink, all the items in his cart transformed into the same pack of gum he is holding up.

"Nothing impressive, just some basic illusionary arcane." Gale says

That is magic, you rub your eyes, looking around you to see if anyone noticed. That man just straight up prefromed magic, is this a weird social experiment? Did Larian get cosplayers to preform these pranks to advertise their game?

But there are no cameras around, just you and the strange man with a cart filled with gum now. Your scepticism scolds you for not bothering to take a video or even a picture of what just happened.

The cashier coughs, the person in front of you is paying for their items, and it will be your turn very soon.

Part one

Part three

#♡Gale #gale x reader #♡Polls #♡interactive story #choose your own adventure #interactive story #bg3 x reader #bg3 polls

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michaelmilligan · 2 years

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Midam week day six: SECRET

By now, Adam knew many secrets of the universe.

In the beginning of their acquaintance, Michael had been very cagey (pun fully intended), but even an archangel can only entertain himself for so many centuries without spilling some gossip about the work behind the scenes, or the time before time.

So Adam was very aware of which archangel had fumbled the construction of what star, causing the first supernova, and who had always complained about what particular law of physics.

He knew how the universe worked, down to the smallest parts in existence. Knew what made an angel tick, and what separated them from the archangels.

He knew how God worked, in all the ways that Michael knew it. Not that it was relevant anymore – God's power had been released into the world when Jack had stepped down from the position. Sometimes, you could still find remnants of it, pieces that had clearly been part of something bigger before. But mostly, it had fused with the energy around it, becoming a natural part of the world.

All that was a secret too, Adam supposed, though he tended to forget that not everyone knew God had been a bitch and had been dethroned for throwing a tamper tantrum. (Only to be replaced by a three year old who had been less prone to such tantrums, and who had been wise enough to abolish the position entirely.)

So at times, Adam would make a comment, a totally innocuous one in his opinion, and his co-workers would look at him like he'd grown a second head.

This was a difficulty Adam hadn't really foreseen when thinking about getting a 'little job': That he had apparently forgotten how to interact with normal people. Or rather, he technically knew how, but he was so used to only ever talking to Michael that it was hard to re-adjust.

Sometimes, Adam would forget that they weren't alone, and talked out loud to Michael. His co-workers probably thought he was talking to himself. But it got so bad that he sometimes forgot someone else was talking to him because Michael was making a funny face, or commenting from the sidelines. Not so great when you're currently talking to your boss or a customer, and suddenly ignore them.

The thing was, pretending to be a regular human was hard, and so it came as no surprise that Adam had trouble actually holding down a job. Which might also have something to do with him playing hooky all the damn time to go sight-seeing, or just chill in his bed. Both of which were Michael's fault, because he kept instigating these things.

Technically, they didn't even need a job. Turned out Michael could just get them everything they needed, including money, though Adam was a little reluctant to rely on him like that. It felt like cheating. Besides, having a job made Adam go out into the world instead of just staying inside his little bubble of archangels (yeah, several, at least sometimes) and the cashier at the grocery store around the corner.

So what if the people at his job (and possibly also the cashier) thought he was weird? Or if he couldn't keep a job for more than a month? At least he was trying.

JENNA NEEDS TO STOP HAVING PHONE CALLS DURING WORK. SHE'LL GET FIRED, Michael said one day while Adam stocked some shelves.

Huh? While Adam had noticed that his co-worker Jenna always seemed to be mysteriously absent when she was needed, he hadn't known what it was she was doing. How do you know she's on the phone?

I CAN HEAR HER.

Right. An archangel's senses was far better than those of a human. Still, it was impressive that Michael could hear a conversation that Adam hadn't even been aware of.

Michael groaned. SHE'S BREAKING UP WITH HER BOYFRIEND. AGAIN.

Again?

THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK. I WANT TO SAY IT'S ALWAYS THE SAME ONE, BUT I'M NOT ACTUALLY SURE.

Adam laughed, then ducked his head when a customer looked at him weirdly.

You know this is a breach of privacy, right? You really shouldn't be listening in on them.

WELL I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING WHILE YOU'RE WORKING.

Adam sighed. Michael, we talked about this. If you want to go somewhere else while I'm here-

NO. Michael wasn't using a projection right now, but Adam could feel him pouting. YOU'D JUST GET TIRED AND HUNGRY AND CRANKY.

Excuse me! While Adam was pretty sure that yeah, he would get all these things, that didn't mean Michael had to put it like that. You wouldn't even be here to suffer me being like that, so what's your point?

MY POINT IS THAT NOT ONLY DO I NOT WANT TO EXPERIENCE THAT MYSELF, I ALSO DON'T WANT YOU TO GO THROUGH THAT.

Awww, babe-

BECAUSE YOU WOULD BLAME ME FOR AT LEAST A YEAR IF I LET THAT HAPPEN. There was smugness radiating off Michael.

Ugh. You're a baby. Adam, remembering what he was supposed to be doing, put the last items on the shelf, a little more forcefully than necessary. Just as he started leaving the aisle, he spotted Jenna coming back

ASK HER HOW HER EX-BOYFRIEND DAVE IS, Michael urged him.

No, shut up, that's creepy.

HATE IT TO BREAK IT TO YOU, BUT SHE ALREADY THINKS YOU'RE A CREEP.

… She does?

YEAH, SHE WAS TELLING DAVE ALL ABOUT IT. AND LAST WEEK, SHE COMPLAINED ABOUT YOU TO HER FRIEND ALLISON, WHO APPARENTLY TOLD HER TO 'SNITCH ON YOU' TO THE MANAGER IF YOU EVER DID ANYTHING WRONG.

Oh! Was that why the manager had called him to his office on Thursday? Adam narrowed his eyes, then put on a smile when Jenna noticed him.

“Hey Jenna! How's Dave?” Adam asked cheerfully.

Her face fell immediately, eyes almost bugging out of her head. While she was still gaping, obviously unable to form an answer, Adam turned away and walked off. Let her think he was a creep or whatever.

At least he was able to keep a boyfriend. For several hundreds of years, no less.

Adam grinned. Maybe he should rub that in her face, actually.

If he already had a reputation as a weirdo, he might as well go all out.

#Adam can be a little crpytid-like. As a treat.#Midam week #Midam #Quick writing

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crackedpumpkin · 10 months

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“Chicken and croffles” I had flashbacks at that man. There’s this person I watch and they were telling their story of trying to rizz someone through food, and by rizz I mean they tried to impress an attractive waiter, but fumbled a bit and ordered chicken and waffles. He got so nervous they ordered the first thing he saw, which was chicken and waffles. How attractive was this waiter? So attractive that his friends literally had to warn them and also tried to clean him up a bit to look more presentable LMAO

Really liked this chapter!!! Love the sceneries and how Miles and “Ray Paynt” interacted!!!! Something about how you write feels real, like even in the little things with Miles’ “It’s a choice.” And when dragging him along to the cafe at an unexpected notice. Stop writing food so deliciously it’s nearly 8am for me and I’m wanting some nice fruit-ade or something!!! 😭/pos

From one Michael to another, MICHAEL STAHP WITH THE TOUCHING YOU’RE GONNA GET YOUR WILLYIAM CHOPPED OFF FR

omfg i felt that fr im not even kidding. what i would give to be on the receiving end of that starstruckness.... okay in all honesty I'd probably be that very dude dropping my utensils.

WAIT OKAY STORY TIME BECAUSE IVE GOT ONE OF MY OWN:

So i recently went to korea in june and i went with 2 other friends who went to queue up at the NIKE store in the morning for their customization stuff right? So I wake up later and i go grab a coffee first at this store my friend recommended because it's cheap + rly good.

As such, I casually stroll along the street with my earbuds in bc im cool and swag and feeling myself right? I finally find this coffee shop and step up to the counter to order, except what do i see?

A GORGEOUS, STUNNING GIRL MANNING THE CASHIER.

At this point i am in full blown panic. I have never met anyone so pretty in my life. Her hair was silky smooth and dyed a light platinum-ish shade, and her makeup was flawless. her skin? dewy like a morning glory in bloom. Her entire figure and being? goddesslike.

at this point i am sweating buckets just from the thought of talking to her. but it's fine, right? its just a cup of coffee. i can do this.

i then proceed to ABSOLUTELY FUMBLE MY WORDS.

I just wanted this pretty drink called a franobe guys. thats all i wanted. but i got so shy and she couldnt hear me saying franobe so she kept going 'ah, latte?' and guys. i almost died on the spot.

I repeated it like 2x before she got what i was trying to say. Quick PSA that i am not fluent in korean at all, and understand more than i can speak. she asks me something in korean and i just go 'ne?' with wideass eyes like id just seen my newborn child or some shit.

anyway i finally manage to pay and get my drink and i walk away with my head practically in my hands. up till this day i am paranoid she thinks im an idiot. this is my chicken and croffles story for all you guys out there.

also im straight but this is one of the rare exceptions i lost my composure fr. what can i say? im w e ak.

im really glad you liked this chapter !! if it's one trait i could've given my characters or reader oc its the endless funds to go cafe hopping. cafe hopping is so, so fun, but so, so expensive like goddamn let me live my main character life in peace fr....

it's euphoric to hear that you liked the little moments !! i enjoyed thinking through those and just going like ah yes, he would say this! i really love writing or thinking about the small moments that lead up to the big picture. (also @buthowboutno-spamming gave me such great advice regarding this, and i wouldnt have been able to flesh out my fic and vision if not for his advice)

michael deserves to get his dick chopped off fr. but it's okay!! I plan for all my characters to go through developmental arcs lmfao, ive gotten too attached to the two idiots to let go of their potential now :)

Go get some fruit-ade or make some yourself bro it's super easy super good. lmk if you want a recipe and im more than happy to provide~

#CPRambles

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saucepanguy · 1 year

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other day at the dollar store my cashier said she loved me instead of giving me my total and when i didn't process the first time and just smiled and nodded she doubled down and repeated it and somehow I'm the one that fumbled this social interaction. like i know i fucked up here somehow but. wh.

#kot

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evermorehqs · 2 years

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CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Aurora Reverie is based on Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. She is a 25 year old cursed human, baker/cashier at Organic Fuel, and uses she/her pronouns. She has the power of mind reading. Aurora is portrayed by Sydney Sweeney and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

A child born with the world and none the wiser, Aurora spent most of her life unaware of the fact that she was royalty to a small kingdom not too far off from the cottage home she was raised in. When she was just a baby she had been inflicted a curse that would enact the moment she ever fell in love. Love came with eternal slumber, and only her father knew why the infamous Malina Saleh would burden a baby with this spell. She was sent away, hidden by magic, only ever allowed to leave the cottage when one of her nannies was around. Despite the harsh conditions and the lack of answers to her questioning why her life was like this, Aurora tried to make the most of her life. She loved her nannies, they were more parents than her actual ones ever were, and she trusted them more than anyone else in the world. Still, stolen moments in the woods led to more than she ever had thought they would. She met a boy with the kindest heart she had ever seen and eyes to get lost in forever. The two continued to meet up in what they thought was secret, and Aurora thought she had something wonderful to look forward to. It turned out her parents caught wind of the interactions and instead of locking Aurora up in the home she knew, they locked her in the castle with no one.

Never knowing the cost that came with her freedom, Aurora was thrown into the royal world and responsibilities that came with it. She had an arranged marriage lined up with a guy she wasn’t allowed to meet and duties she had to conform to that she did not wish to have. The only benefit was gaining the knowledge that she was trapped because of a curse that was made on her so long ago. She had to sneak around to learn the name of the fae who cursed her, but once she had Malina’s name memorized, she was determined to meet up with her and get the curse removed. She had snuck out to find the dark fae when she had gotten lost in the woods. During her journey she took a fumble and when she woke up, she was in a place called Evermore. Her memories were all there of her previous life, except for the ones that involved the boy in the woods. It was scary and confusing, but as years passed and her chances of leaving Evermore seemed futile, she really started to embrace her freedom. Yes, she was still cursed and had to be cautious with the people she met in fear of falling in love, but she still had the chance to make a life of her own on her own terms. She knows the chances of Malina ending up in this town are slim, but if she ever finds the woman, she is determined as ever to make her remove the curse. She wants the chance to have a nice and fulfilling life in Evermore, and she doesn’t want an enchantment to stand in her way.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Sienna White: One of the few people who understands the situation that Aurora’s been put in by her family. They grew up so far away from the rest of the world and all she wants now that she has it. Not to mention, Snow is the closest thing to a cursed friend she has. Someone who understands at least a little is better than no one at all. ❀ Jack Frost: He has a charm about him she can’t deny but he’s constantly getting into trouble. As much as she tries to not look too long she can’t help herself. There’s something so magical about him. ❀ Fawn Ferrera: Whenever Aurora comes across an animal in trouble, she knows just who to call to help them out. Fawn has become a good friend, and an even better one to the animals.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#sydney sweeney #aurora #sleeping beauty #female bio #has powers #taken bio #taken female

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britneyshakespeare · 3 years

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tell me why a white man in my town’s facebook group called a black woman “karen” for complaining about noise in her neighborhood late at night

#white ppl got hold of the word and completely ruined it... they really did turn it into the slur anti-blancofemmophobes said it was #and by that i mean it's just a sign of sexism #nothing even resembling the critique of racist entitled and victim-playing white women it originally meant #just any woman who has any complaint regardless of its validity #my town is incredibly small and over 97% white btw #tales from diana #ive been trying to conquer my social anxiety lately by not going through self checkout at walmart/target #and the other day i was waiting for a cashier behind this one old guy who was takin way too long arguing about the price/payment etc #and just fumbling w his items generally for like 10 minutes longer than necessary #i noticed the cashier was a black woman w karen on the name tag and i was like... god she must have been going through a lot #she was friendly tho & we had a brief conversation abt v8 energy drinks #she asked me if i was able to carry both of my 6-packs in a bag (like #to show her i could lift it bc im sure shes trained to ask customers that) so i did #and she was like 'ok supergirl' and i was like 'thats cuz i drink my v8 :^)' and she was like 'ur absolutely right'#i tried the new diet strawberry lemonade kind thats only 10 calories? i didnt like it. she hadnt tried it either #(im a pomegranate blueberry bitch but the other flavors besides the diet ive had are good)#if i buy my v8 at walmart again ill have to tell her #but anyway i like when cashiers are good at making small talk bc this pandemic has sent my social anxiety THRU THE ROOF #so im trying not to be so avoidant of social interactions... i have been. really badly.#how come every time i make a personal post abt smth small i have to tell a slightly related story at length in the tags #actually not even slightly related. barely related.#i only have one diet strawberry lemonade left to drink and then i can open my blueberry pomegranates :^)

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somewhatgreatexpectations · 3 years

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The Coffee Shop (Leigh Shaw/ Reader)

Annnnd... another one-shot in honor of my wonderful Teddy because one just wasn't enough especially when you broke my brain by saying you prefer Leigh, my whole life was a lie.

Once again, happy birthday and I love you! You deserve the world! <3 @abimess

Summary: Leigh was a regular at a coffeeshop down the street, she never would have expected her world to change when a new barista enters the picture.

Warnings: Fluffy fluff

Going to get a cup of coffee at the coffee shop down the street from the studio had become a comforting routine for Leigh.

What made it even better was she had been going so often that the regular barista had memorized her order which meant very little social interaction. Leigh tipped extra for that alone. The coffee shop had easily become her favorite place because of this and she made it a point to go practically every day.

Leigh may have slept through her alarm that morning, but she wouldn’t let that stop her. Even if she knew she was a bit behind schedule, the well-oiled routine would have her in and out of the shop in no time.

When she walked in though, the sight of a line was a bit out of the ordinary. Leigh shrugged it off though and took her place in line, absently scrolling through her phone. After seeing the dozens of messages from her mother, Leigh quickly realized today was not the type of morning she could go without caffeine anyway.

When she finally got to the front of the line, she had her cash in hand, looking over the display of donuts. Again, wordlessly waiting for the confirmation to know that her usual would be out in minutes because that was how it always worked here.

“Good morning!” A cheery voice greeted, far too cheery for this early in the morning. “What can I get started for you today? I noticed you looking over the donuts, great choice. The vanilla one is new and my personal favorite.”

Leigh looked up and was met with the sight of a breath taking smile stranger. The surprise stunned her into silence for a moment… and yes, it was definitely just the surprise not anything else. Not the strangers smile or anything like that. “Um. I’m not-” Leigh fumbled with her words, a rare occurrence and it irritated her to no end.

The falter didn’t seem to bother you in the slightest, in fact, your smile widened. “Would you like some suggestions? I might be a little biased but I make an amazing iced rose late.”

Still too stunned to formulate a proper response, Leigh just mumbled a quiet, “That’s fine.” And handed you the money even though that was far from her usual.

You handed her back her change and Leigh tensed when your fingers brushed. “It’ll be out in a few minutes; I hope you like it!” You informed her before turning to begin making the drink, one of your coworkers stepping in as cashier.

Leigh stepped off to the side as she made a feeble attempt to process what the hell had just happened. Usually, a person as cheery as you would earn a quick-witted sarcastic jab, but for you she came up empty handed.

“Rose latte for pretty eyes!”

Leigh felt heat flood her cheeks as everyone turned to stare at her, the way you pointedly looked at her with that same damn smile made it clear to everyone in the coffee shop that you were talking to her. She pursed her lips and walked over to the counter, talking the coffee from your extended hand, once again tensing when your fingers brushed. “You didn’t tell me your name.” You explained with an amused shrug.

“It’s Leigh.” She grumbled as she turned to walk away.

“Wait!” You called after her, Leigh turned and raised her eyebrows expectantly. Your expression became a bit bashful as you held out a small paper bag. “You forgot your donut.”

Leigh’s brow furrowed. “I didn’t order a donut.”

You waved a hand dismissively, “It’s on the house. The rose and vanilla really go well together.”

Leigh stared at you for a moment, trying her best to analyze you, but found nothing but sincerity. “Thanks …” She trailed off with an awkward smile.

Your eyes lit up with realization and Leigh definitely didn’t find the action adorable. “Y/n! My name is Y/n.” You rushed out.

Leigh bit back a smile of amusement and nodded. The feeling she felt crawling under her skin was something she wanted to make it a point to ignore. “Thanks, Y/n.” She grumbled, taking the offered bag and turning to leave again.

“See you around, pretty eyes!” you called out and Leigh shook her head at your antics.

As she was leaving, Leigh heard the beginning of a conversation between you and your coworker that stuck with her.

“Good luck with that one.” Your coworker said.

There was a brief pause before Leigh heard your voice reply. “Why?”

The response came without hesitation. “She’s always angry and miserable.”

Another pause. “Yeah, well you make me miserable, Josh.”

Leigh decided she heard enough and rushed out the doors, looking down at the cup in her hand, feeling a little bothered by the conversation for a reason she couldn’t seem to understand. Why did she care? You were a stranger. She never cared what people thought about her.

Your opinion of her shouldn’t matter (Except deep down, a part of her didn’t want you to think she was miserable and angry all the time).

That was when she noticed the neat scribbling on the paper sleeve you had put on the cup. An action completely unnecessary for a cold drink.

The small print said, “Old ways don’t open new doors.”

Usually, the cheesy type of motivational message like this would aggravate Leigh, but something about the line resonated with her. Moved her in a way she hadn’t felt in years. The phrase looped in her mind as she took a sip from the drink you had recommended and felt complete satisfaction with the drink. Even if it wasn’t her usual.

Maybe the change had opened a new door for her. (And maybe she tucked the sleeve with your writing into her bag for safe keeping, but she’d never admit it).

And that’s how it went for the next month or so. Leigh keeping her routine, willingly accepting the various creations you suggested and never requesting her usual. Never striking up conversation either, just the casual greeting here and there no matter how hard you tried.

Though she did begin to look forward to more than just the daily dose of caffeine. A part of her knew she looked forward to always being greeted with the same smile that still made her tense as she fought to maintain neutrality. She just liked your personality. That’s what it was. That was it. Nothing more.

Sure, she kept each motivational message you wrote and caught herself thinking of your smile during classes she ran, but it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

Right?

Right. She didn’t know anything about you, why would it be more?

So today when she walked into the coffee shop once again, she was fully expecting to be greeted by your smile except she was met with the sight of her former barista. Once again, no words were spoken, and she was given the regular she hadn’t had in months and couldn’t help but loathe the bitter taste on her tongue. Couldn’t help but loathe the silence in every moment and the dull repetition of each day.

Leigh had to fight back the urge to ask where you had gone every morning. The only thing that kept her coming back was the hope that you’d show up once again.

After having a hard night, Leigh stumbled into the coffee shop a little earlier than usual, not even bothering looking up anymore. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite customer… Pretty eyes.”

The voice, the voice she had been waiting to hear.

Leigh’s eyes widened slightly as she took in the sight of you before her again after being gone for weeks. “Oh, hi.” She muttered in what she hoped was a nonchalant voice, “What happened to Tony?” She asked casually, hoping you couldn’t see how nice it was for her to be back in your presence.

“Tony moved in with his boyfriend a few towns over. By the request of my supervisor, I’ll be back on mornings until they can find someone to cover.” You explained with a small smile. “Still up for a new creation? I’ve been working on something.”

All Leigh could manage was a weak nod, “I thought you skipped town.” She said sarcastically as you got to work on preparing the drink.

You chuckled faintly. “I wish. I managed to snag some internship in one of the labs on campus. Since Tony left, they’ve been scrambling. For the time being I’m back on mornings.”

Recognition filled Leigh’s expression. “So, you’ve been on night shifts?”

“Yes ma’am.” You replied playfully. “Though I will say it doesn’t compare to the morning crowd.”

Leigh bit her lip as she watched you. “That only makes sense, the night shift doesn’t get to hear my golden comments or witness my radiant personality.” She said sarcastically.

“That’s exactly it.” You replied honestly and Leigh’s heart jumped nervously. She watched closely as you uncapped a pen with your teeth before scribbling your daily message on the paper sleeve. Once you were satisfied, you capped the pen and slid the sleeve over the cup. “Here you go, pretty eyes.”

Leigh couldn’t help but playfully roll her eyes as she took the cup from your hand, intentionally allowing her fingers to brush yours this time. It was a sensation she had missed. “I do have a name you know.”

A crooked smile formed on your lips. “I know. It’s hard to forget a name that’s as beautiful as your eyes.”

The flirtatious banter took Leigh by surprise, and she could feel heat spread across her cheeks. “Well maybe use it sometimes.” She mumbled awkwardly, the surprise making it impossible for her to respond with anything witty.

“Maybe tomorrow… Pretty eyes.” You repeated before turning and helping the customer that had just walked in.

Leigh shook her head, the blush still heavily present on her cheek as she left the shop.

As soon as she was a safe distance away, she eagerly lifted the cup to eye level and read the message, “Life is short. There is no time to leave important words unsaid.”

The number scribbled just under the quote made Leigh’s stomach flip.

“Stop acting like a teenager and just call her.” Jules grumbled in annoyance from her place on the couch later that night.

“What?” Leigh replied indignantly. “What are you talking about?”

Jules sat up a bit straighter. “The hot barista. She gave you her number.” She rolled her eyes at her older sister. “And you clearly have feelings for her so I don’t know what the big deal is.”

Leigh looked over at Jules with squinted eyes. “How do you know this?”

Jules looked away innocently. “I definitely haven’t been looking at the cute notes she writes you every morning while you run classes.” Leigh opened her mouth to protest when Jules continued. “And I haven’t seen you this in denial since well… Ever. Anyway, I’m going to bed. Call her.”

As Jules walked off all Leigh could think was one thing: Fuck. She did have feelings for you.

It was all so juvenile, but Jules was right. There was no denying it. You were the best part of her mornings, hell, the best part of her day. She gravitated to you; a magnetic pull so strong she couldn’t fight even if she tried. It had been so long since she had something to look forward to, someone that didn’t look at her with pity. Like she was broken.

You were a breath of fresh air.

The thought of you alone intoxicated her, kept her coming back time and time again for the chance to see more of you, to know more. She was enchanted by you.

With her mind racing, Leigh dialed your number and waited with bated breath as ring after ring filled her ears. Just as she was about to hang up, she suddenly heard, “Pretty eyes, I was hoping you’d call.”

And just like that, everything within her unraveled and the pieces fell into place.

For the next few nights, Leigh spent hours that felt like minutes on the phone with you, hanging on your every word. She made confessions to you in the dark of night that she had never told anyone, and she never even had to think twice about it.

Being around you, speaking to you, was natural. Like she had known you in another life and she had finally come home.

And when the phone calls transitioned to seeing each other after your shifts at the coffee shop, everything felt… Easy. A feeling that Leigh hadn’t felt in years. She felt like you truly knew her and the foundation of friendship she had built with you was an unmovable force that she cherished.

Then you kissed her.

Leigh could have sworn she felt her world shift in that moment as she became lost in you. It was the most unexpected, yet expected event, and it still left her breathless.

The feeling that your lips against hers evoked was unexpected, but she knew she never wanted to lose it. Being with you was the feeling of being found, feeling seen, yet still willingly loosing herself in you during moments like this with no fear.

For the first time in a long time, Leigh wasn’t scared.

A year ago, she would have felt guilt, but being with you, talking out her insecurities and trauma… The hole in her chest slowly but surely healed. You being along for her journey, offering constant support and care motivated her to keep going even through her bad days. Motivated her until one day what used to be guilt and sorrow was overcome by joy and… Love.

Leigh was undoubtedly and overwhelmingly in love with you even if she was too scared to say the words out loud. You were her safe space.

That was why after a particularly long day at the studio, Leigh found herself seeking the comfort that you represented for her. She dragged her tired body down the road and into the familiar coffee shop in search of the one thing that could turn even the worst days around. You.

Some of the stress she felt weighing her down ebbed away at the mere sight of you. Her heart fluttering when she saw the way you smiled the second your eyes met hers. “Hey there, pretty eyes.” You greeted casually, leaning over the counter, and lightly pecking her lips.

“I hope you don’t greet all your customers like that.” Leigh responded playfully.

“Only the beautiful ones.” You countered, winking at her playfully. “Lucky for you, you’re the only beautiful person in the world to me.”

Leigh felt heat spread across her cheeks as she shook her head and did her best to appear unaffected. “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

You snapped and turned back to the drink station. “Fair point, honey.” The way you said it made Leigh shake her head, knowing you were up to something. “I’m hoping you’ll like this creation. Personally, I think it’s my best yet.”

Leigh watched adoringly as you moved around the station, using various ingredients with a look of intense concentration plastered across your face.

Then came her favorite part, the note, as always, you uncapped the pen with your teeth. You began writing slowly, seemingly wanting every word to appear perfectly on the paper sleeve, your tongue peeking out from the corner of your lips due to your intense concentration. After another moment, you appeared satisfied with your work and cautiously slid the sleeve onto the cup.

“One iced cinnamon honey coffee for pretty eyes.” You called out unnecessarily loud, grinning cheekily when everyone turned to look at Leigh.

Leigh reached out and took the coffee from your hand, wanting to be annoyed but all she could manage was to be endeared by you. “I knew you were up to something.” Leigh muttered with a shake of her head; an enamored smile etched across her lips.

“I have my reasons.” You replied with a small shrug, attempting to look busy as you began wiping down the counter.

As Leigh began walking over to a table, she lifted the cup up to read your neatly inscribed message, nearly dropping the cup as she read the message you had carefully scribbled.

“Life is the flower for which love is the honey.”

She had to have read over the message a dozen times, her heart racing in her chest as she turned to find you already watching her with that same damn dazzling smile that you wore on the first day. “I’m in love with you.” You said simply before she could even ask.

Her breath hitched as you slowly made your way around the counter and Leigh gave herself over to the moment, moving forward fearlessly. “I’m in love with you too.” She replied with a breathless smile and your smile became blinding as you gathered her in your arms.

When Leigh pulled back slightly to press her lips to yours, she finally felt content. At peace. The coffee shop wasn’t her favorite place anymore, no, her favorite place was wherever you were. The barista she wanted so desperately to be annoyed by but couldn’t get enough of. Could never stop loving.

That's all folks! Some fluffy Leigh fluff in honor of my favorite's birthday! I hope you all enjoyed!

Thoughts and comments always welcome! :)

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