#i am a barista i have opinions on this ok

[kashmirichaiwithmehr]

if you drink flat whites ily

#i am a barista i have opinions on this ok #mehrtalks #i meet a lot of ppl every day #and flat white drinkers are very pleasant ppl #this is an elite order #underrated #ive noticed that the most common order i get of this (either if im cashing someone out of getting a mobile order) -> #is almond milk flat whites #even better bc i love almond milk #flat white #flat whites #coffee #coffee order #cafe #barista

[lucysarah-c]

Self-sabotage

Warnings: none. Oh wait, yes, LEVI BEING A CUTIE.

Pairing: Levi x reader.

Summary: Erwin begs Levi to buy him a coffee on his way to university. Having a crush in a barista is so hard when you don't like coffee. FLUFF FLUFF EVERYWHERE. Levi being an awkward cutie. Mordern university au.

Words: 2507 In case you want to check out other works of mine -> here a link to my masterlist.

Clumpy pale slender fingers searching for what was remaining on his leather brown wallet. Quick glance at the clock hanging on the wall. 6:30 am. He had a class presentation in less than an hour. His fingers trembled and his eyes fluttered to the light. He had stayed up for more than 48hs in a row and, even for him, it was too much. The end of the month, he barely had money for some instant ramen brought at some convenience store.

The early sunlight that came inside the shop made him frown, as if the universe had no right to be that bright and happy when he was dead inside. His tired eyes moved up to check once again the prices on the blackboard and clicked his tongue. He barely had money to make it and he admired the rest of the place that matched the vibes of the blackboard.

The place gave away this aesthetic of old school, academia. He wasn’t sure if the prices were to cover up the expenses of buying stuff to make the place look exactly as somewhere where “I’m relatable” influencers would go to do a promotion or to make rich people feel special. Whatever it was, he grimance unpleased.

His combat boot tapped the floor repeatedly, he was in a hurry. Took out the phone from his jeans and checked Erwin’s message again. ‘It’s on your way,’ he repeated in his mind with mockery ‘Yeah because I live across the city, son of a bitch, everything is on my way,’

‘He better pay me back, I need each cent not like certain someone whose father is a politician,’

The whole place screamed “Erwin would waste money here,” and he wouldn’t be doing the blond a favour if it wasn’t because Erwin was one of the only wealthy assholes he tolerated and their friendship has been going on for too many years already. Overall, he wouldn’t have put a step inside there. Not only because the prices were way out of his league as someone who survived with part time jobs and a scholarship that covered the tuition. But also because the only caffeine drink that he enjoyed was a good black tea, coffee felt horrendous in his not so humble opinion.

His turn, finally. Rushed to take the order, checked the receipt given to him to make sure it was his. Grabbed the handful napkins that he was given, took the coffee from the top part and handed the money that he had carefully counted before hand. He was ready to leave, rush through the door and go to his class.

“Thank you so much for your order, I hope you’ve a great day” The soft female voice arrived from the other side of the counter. The light that came from the left window landed on her face with such grace, making the tips of her eyelashes turn blond and her eyes shined with a magnificent colour. Her cheeks softly reddish and the bottom of her eyes raising as she smiled at him. Hair out of the way in a ponytail with some cute scrunchy.

His brain did a dead short and his lips parted a slightly bit, mouth hanging open as if he was stupid. Any kind of mind process eluded him as the only rational thought was ‘She’s gorgeous,’

“May I help you with anything else?” Levi wasn’t aware if it was the lack of sleep, the lack of a healthy lifestyle taking a toll on him or that her voice actually sounded like a chorus of angels.

“Are you alright?” her confusion brought him back to earth and he felt extremely embarrassed all the sudden.

“Yeah, yeah,” he repeated, feeling ridiculously awkward. His right hand grabbed the disposable mug from the top as he was used to and it almost spilled all of the insides if he wouldn’t have been quick to grab it from the bottom too.

“Oh my god, are you ok? Did you get burned?” She quickly rushed to check on him and her face getting closer made him blush intensely.

“I’m fine,” he spitted out as he used the napkins to clean the counter, throw them in the trash and left the place like a bat out of hell.

Once he arrived at his class, Erwin was waiting there to pick up his order.

“Thank you, Lev.”

Levi groaned some monosyllabic reply as Erwin hanged him the money.

“Keep the change,” Erwin was eager to take the mug to his lips as he hung a $20 bill. “I don’t have anything smaller,”

“I don’t need your charity” Levi replied faking offence as he quickly picked up his pace

“Well, then give it back.”

“Fuck you, this is my dinner,”

Attempting against his wallet, he decided to go in again. The next Monday, same hour, same place. He crossed the deep English green walls of the coffee shop as the bells of the entrance announced his presence. Eyes focused on the tiny old-fashioned golden bell and cursed under his breath, he didn’t want to be noticed and that inanimate object wasn’t helping.

“Welcome back!”

Levi froze in place as he felt a chill running down his spine. He slowly turned to the right and there she was mopping the floor. Bright smile as she looked at him. Hectic grey eyes moved from one place to another, only to realise it was only him there. Too much exposure, he felt the necessity to open the door again, leave and never come back after such shameful moment.

But he didn’t, he stood there awkwardly in the front door as he wondered what he could probably say.

“Would you like the same as the previous time?” She inquired as she cleaned her hands on the green apron that matched the walls and moved to the coffee machine.

“Sure” His replied came out uninterested, it was either that or him stuttering. Hands on pockets, avoiding eye contact.

“I’ve time today, would you like me to give you some special offer? Maybe you could taste it and tell me if I should suggest to the owner” She was so outgoing, so charming.

And… and Levi felt like his mother must have dropped him as a baby because he was so stupidly antisocial and awkward. The urgent need to scream to the part of his brain that was supposed to comprehend human relationships “DO SOMETHING” felt overpowering as he failed to come out outgoing.

“Sure,” He sounded like a broken record spun in endless circles.

“Great! Thank you!”

They locked eyes, she was so cheerful and he felt so socially constipated that frowning came as his natural reaction.

“Mh, well, if you’re in a hurry it’s alright” Her enthusiastic tone melted away quickly as it revealed a slightly sad expression with a condescending grimace.

“No, I’m fine,” Levi’s cut and monotone reply was quick to come.

“It’s just that you seem slightly … angry,” The girl did an awkward smile, as if she tried to ease out the mood.

This time Levi did feel the urge to turn around, leave the place and throw himself from the first bridge that he could find.

“I’m not mad,”

“Alright… I’ll be fast!”

“I’m out.” was the message that Erwin received in the middle of a lecture. Frowning expression looking up to find Levi waiting right outside of the classroom. The blond distinguished his appearance even through the frosted glass. He abandoned the lecture for a second, taking long steps to shorten the distance.

“What are you doing here ?” Erwin whispered, trying to not disrupt the class.

Levi didn’t reply, just pushed the coffee mug into Erwin’s hand.

“Oh- why thank you,” Erwin was beyond confused as he searched for money in his pockets and hanged another $20 bill “Her-”

He couldn’t even reply that Levi had taken the money and walked away.

“What's gotten into him?”

After uncounted weeks, Levi swore that he was literally living out of Erwin’s spare change. Soon he found out that she worked there every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Friday double turn. Her name was Y/N, she studied biochemistry and being a barista was a hobby that she turned into a sort of profession to ease her loans. She had a cat named Noctem because it was all black and she wanted to sound “snob” using a latin word. She was in her second year and was two years younger than him.

“How is that one?”

Levi had already turned around to leave when he heard her voice once again. He looked back confused.

“Coffee, how is it?” She insisted.

“Huh?”

“It’s just that you never drink them here so I don’t know if you liked it,” Her body rocked a bit as she played with her hair, blushing.

The momentary panic overtook his body but he thanked his forever unfazed expression to keep it chill. The mug was raised to his lips and he took a quick sip. He fought each living cell inside his body to not gag in disgust. Coffee was just not his thing.

“Not bad,” He said, gathering saliva to wash out the taste remaining in his mouth.

“Really?!” Her enthusiasm was palpable in her features and Levi felt overwhelmingly bad that he could only try to fake a side smile.

“Yeah…”

“Why are you buying me coffees?” Erwin shouted the question as the situationship was getting absurdly abnormal.

“What do you mean with why? It’s on my way to here,” Levi replied faking dementia.

Erwin’s blue eyes squinted as he observed the short man’s body language “Yeah like the past 3 years and yet this is the first time you’re this nice,”

“What are you talking about? I’m always nice”

“Not even yourself believe that,”

Erwin knew something was odd so, when the semester was almost over, he had some time to spare after passing all his finals. He popped up at his regular coffee place, because it was his regular. Lined up and waited for his turn, the bell of the front door rang announcing someone new coming in. The blond, as a reflection of boredness of waiting for his turn, checked the new customer over his shoulder.

Levi froze in place and, if he was naturally pale, he ran paper white when Erwin and him locked eyes. He quickly turned around to leave from where he came but Erwin was already touching his shoulder and loudly announcing “Levi, no time no see!”

The other customers turned around after the loud exclamation, judging eyes landing on both of them and forcing the short man to stay in the process. The Ackerman cursed under his breath knowing damn well the blond was doing it on purpose.

“What are you doing here?” Erwin quickly shot the question.

“What does it look like? Buying you a damn coffee. Since you’re here, I’m leaving” Levi spit each word quickly as his eyes kept checking the front desk to see if he could leave without being seen.

Erwin who was a quiet sharp man noticed immediately “Well, since we are both already here. We should have a coffee together,”

“I’ve no reason to be here-”

“Levi!” ringing melodic voice saying his name from the back of the shop. Both students looked in that direction, a young girl crossing the counter as she walked over them with a bright smile.

Erwin smiled, not to the girl in particular, but prideful. ‘ There it is, the reason’ As he shyly looked from the corner of his eyes to his friend who looked like he wished the earth would swallow him right there.

“I passed my finals!” She announced as she got close enough, did a momentary check on Erwin and greeted him. The blond didn’t take it as an offence that the girl paid him little to no attention “How went yours? How did that essay that you say the professor was being irrationally strict go?”

‘Ok, they definitely know each other,’ Erwin was quick to pick up.

“It was alright,” Levi's monotone voice replied as if he was so uninterested.

“That’s so good. I’m happy for you,”

The way she searched for his eye contact, her slightly shy body language, her rosy cheeks, her subtle smile, the nervous bit on her bottom lip. Erwin wanted to scream, it was obvious that the girl had a crush on him. Only Levi wouldn’t notice.

“You two want a table?” She questioned going back to her work mindset.

“No,” “Yes,”

Mixed replies. The both men exchanged dead glances.

“We’re definitely staying for a coffee,” Erwin insisted with his “oh so charming” smile.

“Great! I will get you two seated,”

She walked away to clean a place. And once left alone, they two began to bicker in low voice.

“What are you doing? I’ve class in thirty minutes!” Levi insisted.

“You’re not running away. You own me one, I’m basically paying your meals”

“Tch,”

The argument concluded with Levi’s tongue clicking and her walking up to them. Once sat down, Levi kept checking the clock of his phone. He’s going to be late.

“I don’t know what the fuck are you thinking on, but whatever it is make it quick. I’m already running late”

Erwin, unmoved by his friend’s naturally aggressive nature, remained stoic to not give away his next move. “Fine,” he spitted shortly. 

“Have you two decided what you would prefer?”

“Yes,” Erwin smiled back at her as he hanged the menus for the girl to take “I was wondering if you could give my friend your number because he actually hates coffee and he is looking like an moron coming here every day just to see you,”

Erwin’s cheeky smile didn’t match the girl's confused face. Levi’s hands that were resting on the table pushed him backwards until he hit the back of the seat, eyes opened up as he felt his soul leaving his body and his complexion paled.

Frozen in place, he pondered around slipping down and hiding under the table. His jaw hurt from clenching his teeth out of embarrassment. ‘There goes my social life,’

Neither of them moved an inch and for a second Erwin evaluated that maybe he hadn’t read her body language that good previously. Once she went back to herself, she chuckled. Raising Manu to her face covering her mouth as she had a short blast.

She cleaned her throat as if she was about to give a speech and said “Well, tell your friend that I gave him my number the very first day he came in. He just used the napkin to clean the counter,”

When the information sinked in, the mind processed and recreated the flashback in his head; Levi covered his face with his hands. Pale fingers against his hot face. Groaning loudly, he cursed himself “I’m an idiot,”

She chuckled “Would you like tea to take away? We have a few options”

“Yeah, please,”

#levi ackerman #levi #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #captain levi #levi aot #snk levi #snk #attack on titans #levi x reader #levi x y/n #aot levi #snk levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackeman #levi attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin levi #captain levi ackerman x you #captain levi x reader #captian levi x reader #captain levi fanfiction #captain levi ackerman x reader #captain levi ackerman x y/n #captain levi ackerman fic #captain levi x you #captain levi ackerman #levi ackeman x reader #AoT #snk erwin

[pirdmystery]

sylvain jose gautier for the ask game

oiuhgggghhhggggggggggg…

first impression: it is important to note that i literally got into 3h because i knew it as “that game with sylvain in it.” i didn’t even know what to expect from him other than that. so when dimitri introduces him as “a bit of a skirt chaser” or whatever i’m like lol ok?? what??

impression now: if anyone is interested… go through my sylvain tags to get a feel for this. i’ve been spiraling lately. suffice to say i am SO sick about him like more and more every day. christ alive talk about a guy with problems. the way he is so smart and so soft but he is absolutely determined not to let anyone know either of those things… noooo I’m actually just a wacky little guy don’t worry about me… i’m just the comic relief… doing fine… yeah i know i said “burn until we meet again” and “see you in hell i guess” but that’s just because I’m being soooooo funny and normal… i’ve also never cried in my life btw…

fav moment: there are so many blink and you miss it unhinged sylvain moments in this damn game. i’ve talked about it recently but the fact. that if he does badly on a lesson and you pick console instead of critique he gets really bitchy and pissed off. like jesus christ. sorry for trying to extend you some gentleness buddy will not make that mistake again.

also let’s take a moment to recognize the iconic “it killed my brother and now it’s mine.” certified sylvain moment

idea for a story: i have billions. i never stop emotionally tormenting this man. got a 20 years post cf angstfest about he and felix coming. beyond that i am obsessed with the prospect of a sylvain/mercedes/ingrid ot3 and someday i am going write a fic with them that isn’t just the extensive smut that currently exists in my google docs

fav relationship: i have got to go with ingrid. i do very much ship sylgrid romantically and they make me sooooooooo unwell but even if i didn’t their friendship is just so important to me in a way i really struggle to put words to. the way they understand each other perfectly but that makes it almost harder for them to get through to each other because of all the layers of bullshit they have built up around the true version of themselves that the other sees. they bump heads a lot but the way it’s so obvious that under whatever they might be clashing about and the baggage of their years of friendship there is this foundation of unconditional love that is not going anywhere no matter what oh god suddenly i cant see the screen and there’s something happening to my eyes oh god

a fun thing about sylvain is that i could write equally unhinged paragraphs about his relationships with mercedes and dorothea!! something about girls he would normally flirt with and their response is :) hey i see you btw! and sylvain is forced to crumble like a little baby. i cannot get enough of that shit. get seen idiot. i’ve also been known to enjoy some yurivain and dimivain and claudevain for not dissimilar reasons.

unpopular opinion: once again idk what is popular!! i feel like my shipping tastes with him are not the most popular but everyone is nice to me when i talk about them so. it’s all good

favorite headcanon: most bisexual man on the planet. i also love making him work service jobs lmao. he works at subway in my sylgrid fic but there are so many other things i want to subject him to. he should have to sing happy birthday to people at applebees. he should be a barista at a shitty coffee shop. mostly this is because it’s funny but i also think would be deeply in character for sylvain to plant himself somewhere far below his skill level and languish there as if there were nothing else he could do about it.

tysm for letting me go off about him… man. sylvain.

#ask #sylvainposting #i just cannot get enough of people breaking down his denfenses #and ingrid mercie and dorothea all do it spectacularly but in different ways #but I also meant what i said in my yuri ask about wanting him to walk sylvain on a leash #there are many ways of fixing a man #sylvain jose gautier

[snowandwolves]

hey it’s your neighbrohood (i'm not even gonna fix that i like that lol) lengthy ask anon - i am having a shit day but thinking about summer in the lighthouse au with Ava in a tank top and tool belt made me feel better so thank you for that

i have more qs kinda a lot today bc i am just so done with this day but you can pick and choose which (if any!) to answer. hope you have a good weekend ❣️

any thoughts on how Chanel meeting Bea would’ve gone?

did Bea pre-plan to tell Ava at the lookout or did she spontaneously capitalize on Ava already going there?

whose bedroom in the lighthouse house did they sleep in most often?

has Bea seen a storm from the lighthouse before?

D gave Ava new shoes, but did she ever get a new backpack?

that brief reference to Shannon broke my heart - do you have thoughts on how she passed?

do you have thoughts on how Camila and Lilith got together? and how Lilith even learned/chose to barista?

did the “DIBS” moment just come to you in a moment of inspiration or something bc it still makes me giggle just thinking about it

speaking of writing, did you write each section linearly or did you jump around or something else?

your note in the epilogue sounded like you don’t read fic when you’re writing? what's on your to read list?

HI LENGTHY ASK ANON omg, sorry for the late response, it’s been busy and i need a year-long weekend without risking going broke 😂 been itching to respond to this so imma do that now 🥹

1. probably chanel just exposing ava like “so you’re the one she’s been losing brain cells for” and ava just slapping her elbow and being all “omg shut up i trusted you” and bea not wanting ava to feel embarrassed so she’d prolly say “she also has that effect on me” then chanel would stare at them blushing and then say something like “ok that’s adorable. i need a drink and you need to tell me more”

2. she’s definitely been DYING to say it, but then when ava told her that she’s going to the lookout, bea decided to do it there just to give ava a moment she won’t forget 🥺

3. ava’s! because bea’s room is suzanne’s and the things they get up to with a bed nearby is just,,, not for suzanne’s room 😂

4. i’d say yes! though she prolly didn’t intend to. i have it in my head that she just got stranded there while cleaning it and unintentionally gave herself a come-to-jesus moment 💀

5. backpack i think she bought for herself. for some reason, i also have it in my head that she’s in a group chat with her family (salvius clan + chanel) where she asks them for their opinions and everyone choosing the more expensive option and ava being like “pls i’d have to lose a kidney” and everyone in the group chat transferring her various amounts of money and ava just staring at her account like “thank god you’re all rich. now, i’m rich by association” 😂

6. this one, nope, i haven’t actually thought about. let’s say an accident? omg what if that’s a reason why mary doesn’t ride a motorcycle anymore…? it wouldn’t have been her fault but askdnskd ok i hate me 😭

7. so this one gave me a cute scene i ended up daydreaming about 🥹 cos what if camila taught lilith how to make drinks before she got formal training for it and start a cafe? what if, while in the process of making a cappuccino, camila just randomly tells her “i like you a lot”? what if lilith fumbles and accidentally burns herself and camila just giggles and takes lilith’s hand and takes care of it, just waiting for lilith to manage words? 😭 WHAT THEN

8. i definitely planned it to be as hilarious as possible but i also didn’t think i’d be using DIBS for it. that was a fun moment to write 😂

9. my writing process is kind of a mess. i do try to write linearly so i don’t have to worry about pacing and transitions and flow. but then i’m in the middle of work or folding my laundry or literally just eating and a scene/line/whole ass paragraph just comes to me vividly 😂 this is why i have my notes app perpetually open. i write the basics of anything that comes to me and then go back and figure out a way to use it if i can. this is also why i have v many fragments that didn’t make the cut 💀

10. idk if it’s just me but i find it hard to read fic and write my own at the same time 😭 so i have,,, a long list actually. literally anything that’s been published and completed in the last 8 months i’ll be reading 😂

anon, i hope your days have been better since you sent this. you deserve the kindest, gentlest, best days 🥺💙

#ask #projecting the warmest softest vibes to u anon #i just discovered page breaks omg im old

[oatbugs]

i'm sorry i'm not trying to impose or give my opinion where it isn't needed but i have thoughts on the post you made about your gf. i've been in a relationship for 3 years and i'm the happiest i've ever been in my life (we are 21 and 22). my boyfriend is an engineer and is very academically motivated/dedicated to his studies. i'm in college now but when we met i had no idea what i was doing. i didn't even know if i was going to be able to go to college because my mental health was so bad. i was working a minimum wage job. my bf was already working at an engineering firm. i felt so bad about this and genuinely thought that i had nothing to bring to the table. even though i didn't have a college education i was able to use the skill set that i did have to get hired at a local cafe and found a job that i love and am so endlessly passionate about. i was promoted after working there for not even a year and started making $22/hr. my mental health improved a lot during this time and i decided to give college a try. i'm on track to graduate next year (and i still work at the cafe on the side and love it!) my bf has been supportive through all of this. i know that even if i decided to work as a barista for the rest of my life he would still love me and find me so endlessly interesting. he loves that i love being a barista and asks me about it every day. my dad has a phd and my mom is a secretary and he still writes her love notes saying that he feels his life could never be complete without her. maybe she doesn't push him to be better academically but i know for a fact that if he didn't marry her that man would have never met his best friend at that university party/taken a spontaneous vacation to nova scotia that he still talks about to this day/gone on all of those 3 am car rides to the 24 hr grocery store to buy rosé and chicken parm ingredients/experienced some of those little wonders that make life worth living. idk man everyone has their own path and everyone has something special that they bring to the table in their own way. some of the coolest people i've ever met don't have a post-secondary education and are bakers/baristas/tree planters/artists etc. and they're some of the happiest people too. even though these jobs don't necessarily pay well these people somehow find ways to get by doing what they love and i really admire that. if you genuinely think that you will only be happy dating an academic then that is ok and you deserve to feel fulfilled in your relationship. and you're right it doesn't make sense to be with someone if you feel like you are on 2 completely different paths in life. but like. idk. if you feel like the only thing that your partner has to bring to the table is how academically motivated they are and how much they can elevate your academic career then like. idk. i guess i just feel like you might miss out i guess

this made me tear up omg thank you so much . yeah i definitely would be missing out :) i am going to see where things go and if things go well i will grow with her. thanks for writing all of this u r wonderful and def not imposing !!! i hope things with you and your bf go well ♡

#p.s. i didnt want my gf to elevate my career 😭 she has nothing to do w my career #by elevating each other i meant as like. ppl. like growth emotional support becoming better #improving each other etc..its hard to do if one of u is like. doing smth they dont want 2 be doing yk #but yeah after reading everything i think i need to slow down #and just see where things go instead of trying to prophesise 10 yrs ahead #i dont feel at all like academics are the only thing a relationship could bring to the table #passion abt smth (not necessarily in academia! just . a goal) is just important to me personally :) #had to clarify #anyway thank . have this orange 🍊

[christiew]

Ok, let's do something one CAN'T do on the bird site. A WIP that has sat, untouched, for almost a year (yay, depression!). You, dear reader, get to see its debut. Enjoy the opening excerpt from a highly unfinished WIP, Mirrors:

*•.°*•.°*•.°*•.°*•.°

I frown as I catch a glimpse of the back edge of my jaw. I hate that angle. Frankly, I’m less than enthralled by most angles that are caught in the hundred or so mirrors in my house.

But I’m not a ghost.

And that is the point of all of these mirrors - far from feeding my vanity, they are in place to keep me and the people around me safe.

I am a medium, and ghosts are drawn to me. The spirits of the departed can be drawn INTO mirrors. Most ghosts avoid mirrors at all costs, which is why they are absolutely everywhere in my house. The damned things follow me home. The mirrors, at the very least, keep most of them outside. Except for Gary. Fucking Gary. 

Gary is a ghost who followed me home three years ago. Now, he’s my roommate. Weirdly, the mirrors don’t bother Gary precisely because he isn’t, and presumably never was, hung up on his looks.

You see, he looks dead. Gray pallor, slightly slack skin, clouded eyes. He has a full range of expressions that you don’t usually see on the recently deceased, but otherwise, on first glance, he’d fit right in on a morgue slab. Which is not where I found him. Look, I don’t go hunting for ghosts. I’m not a thrill-seeker, or a truth-seeker or any other kind of nut in search of some high unattainable to mere mortals. I am a mere mortal. I eat, I sleep, I work. And I see dead people.

I was always “sensitive”, you might say. I got goosebumps for no reason at all, and saw things out of the corner of my eye, that sort of thing. I brushed it off as being cold or tired or imagining things. Until the car accident. I’m told my heart stopped for 2 minutes before they could get it beating again.

All I know is that one day, I was driving home from my job as a barista at a coffee shop, in the rain, and the next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed bruised from head to toe, hooked up to a bunch of beeping machines, with three men staring at me from the foot of the hospital bed.

The men looked worse than I did, despite being dressed in real clothes and not hospital gowns. All three were dead. All three were ghosts. I passed out and just barely managed to avoid being put on antipsychotics.

It was a near thing. Gary told me what to say. He’d been a psychiatrist who died on a surgery table in the hospital. He has a lot of opinions about how that surgery went. He’ll tell you all about them if you hold still long enough. And can hear him. At the time, I was totally freaked out, but definitely sure I did not want to end up on heavy sedatives, so I took his advice. And then he followed me home.

I suppose I could have tried to have him exorcized or some such thing, but he told me about the mirror thing and got rid of the other seven ghosts I somehow picked up on the way out of the hospital (there are a LOT of ghosts in hospitals). If it hadn’t been for him, I probably would have been locked up, heavily medicated, and still surrounded by the whispers of the dead.  So Gary stays. I don’t know why. I’ve asked him, repeatedly, if there’s something I need to do to help him “pass on”. He just shrugs and says he’ll let me know if he finds out. 

#wip #wip intro #ghost stories #not quite horror #book tumblr #writeblr #ghosts

[keira-draws]

For that lil ask game/heads up thing:

What are some of the things outside of MK/marvel/creating for it that bring you joy? I’ve been rlly vibing w tea n physical forms of music recently :-)

Also, what would your ideal punisher and MK meetup in the MCU look like? Movie, show, one off special? Friends or enemies? Meeting as heroes or civilians? Etc.

!!!!!

i've been messing around with teas at work rn!! <3

i am in love w/ anything coffee! i'm a barista, but i became a barista because I loved coffee sm LMAO <3 my dad and i connect through coffee a lot; we take each other to new coffee shops and see who can find the best! (so far he's winning >:/)

along with that, i love love love music!! i'm a big metalhead and have been since i was, like 8?? i just find that type of music to be very releasing for me! (fav metal/metalcore bands atm: Ice Nine Kills, Five Finger Death Punch, Dry Kill Logic, and Fit For A King!)

i also really like the idea of boxing? i've yet to take a real class, but i've taught myself some stuff at my house through youtube videos/different apps!

ok ideal meetup: i'd love a special with them, like, wwbn length!! personally, i think it'd be cool if they've met once or twice prior to their MCU meetup! love to see them (marc and frank) connecting on more personal things: both marines, both have died and come back, both lost family members, both are vigilantes yada yada <333

i think if marc, or anyone else in the system, ever explained their DID to frank, i think he'd have some dope relationships with jake and steven too!! i think, he'd think steven's too soft, like how he views matt, but he'd respect steven's intelligence, and his ability to be very clear about his opinions. i can't see jake and frank doing too many missions together, BUT, i can totally see them hanging out, outside of missions. i think they'd connect with their relationship to NYC, and their love of coffee LMAO

and obviously there'd have to be some badass fight scenes, cause hello??

#asks #THIS WAS SO FUN!!! <33

[maximuswolf]

long espresso / black coffee with Barista Express

long espresso / black coffee with Barista Express Hey guys. So I have recently bought a Barista Express machine and am REALLY happy with it. Well... in my country its still a common thing to drink a pre grounded coffee filled up with boiling water.However, my question is about extraction time.If I prefer to drink regular black coffee (like a 150ml cup with coffee), is it ok to program the machine to extract like 40-50 seconds so it would feed more water through the porta filter?I already do pretty good espresso shots. But in case I want that long black coffee, I am wondering if its better to do it in a way described above, or just make a good espresso shot and pour some hot water on top?I know it all comes down to taste but I would like to know your opinion, too.Thanks! Submitted December 17, 2022 at 03:09PM by arturaszzzz https://ift.tt/5saRTpO via /r/Coffee

#IFTTT #reddit

[midnightstar-90]

Thoughts~ Evan Buckley x Reader

Evan Buckley x Reader

A/N: I did decide to go back to season 2 Buck. Is it bad that I don't want to watch the season 4 final episode because I don't know if my boys are okay?

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Warnings: Implied sex (Kinda)

Summary: Buck and Y/N become friends after bumping into each other at a coffee shop. When Buck starts to feel the urge to have sex with his new friend, he chooses to spend less time with her. Y/N intends to find out why her new friend is ignoring her.

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Everything was going well for Y/N, the day she met Evan Buckley. Y/N had just moved from New York to Los Angeles. She is the new editor for Vogue magazine.

Before heading into work, Y/N walked from her flat to her local cafe, who in her opinion had the best cappuccinos. The walk really wasn't that long.

Y/N walked into the cafe. Noticing that the line wasn't that long, she entered it. As the girl waited, she looked at the menu to see if she would enjoy a nice pastry.

Her search for a quick breakfast was interrupted by a man bumping into her. The man was hot, buff, and he had a birthmark above his left eye.

Y/N's POV

The man looked up from his phone, after noticing that he bumped into her. "I am so sorry, ma'am. My girlfriend isn't in the country, so I am waiting on a call," the man said, embarrassed.

"No worries. I am actually new to Los Angeles. My name is Y/N," I hold my hand out.

"Evan Buckley. But, Everyone calls me Buck," he takes my hand with a smile.

I look at the menu, and Buck looks at me and says, "I don't know if you care, but I personally like the make your own breakfast burrito."

"Thank you," I turn to Buck and then back to the cashier. I am next in line. "Can I get a Carmel Cappucino and the Make-Your-Own Breakfast Burrito with bacon, egg, cheddar cheese, and hash browns, please," I tell the cashier.

The lady tells me my total. I go into my purse to get my card, but when I look up, the lady is already accepting a card from someone behind me.

I look at the person, and I see Buck. "I-i could have p-paid for that. You did not have to do that," I stuttered, surprised the man I just met paid for my meal.

"It's the least I could do for the new girl," Buck smiles.

The barista making my order, calls my name. I go to grab my order. As I start to leave, I turn back to the man. "This was fun. We should do this another time. You know what? Here is my number. Maybe you could give me a tour," I say, confidently.

Before Buck could even say anything, I'm already gone and heading to work.

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1 Month Later

Narrator's POV

"I don't know what to do Bobby," Buck says while sitting in the kitchen with his fire captain.

Bobby continues to make the team dinner, "Well, you can't ignore her forever. You did it with that Abby girl, so why can't you do it with this girl?"

Buck thanks about what Bobby just told him. He did do it with Abby, and she still hasn't called him back. 'Are we even still together?'

"Bobby, Abby hasn't called me back in 6 months. What if I tell her I like her, and she just leaves me like Abby," Buck asks, worried.

"Buck, if she runs away, that means she is not the one. You want to be with someone who stays, no matter how hard it gets," Bobby says, while puts the finishing touches on the food.

"Huh," Buck said, thinking.

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He had a lot to think about in so little time because Y/N was on his doorstep the next day.

Buck heard a loud knock at the door. Opening it he found Y/N with an angry look. "Y/N, what are you doing here? Are you ok?" Buck worriedly asks.

'Of course, she isn't okay. She has only been in LA for a month, and her only friend is already ignoring her.'

"You know, I really thought that you would be a great friend to have, but all you have proven yourself to be is a jerk..." Y/N rants, stomping into Abby's apartment.

Y/N continues to rant, but Buck stops her with the only way he knows. Buck lunges forward, and he kisses the agitated girl.

Y/N pulls away from the kiss, "So, you ignore me, and you think it's okay to kiss me? I thought you were different than most guys. You're just like them. All you care about is sex."

"Y/N, that is not what I meant. I meant that I like you. I like having you in my presence. A year ago, I would have been that man you described, but I have changed. I want a casual relationship. You know, nothing crazy until the 7th date type relationship," Buck holds his hands up in surrender.

All Y/N replies with is "Oh".

Buck laughs at the girl's confused/shocked face. He has never loved a girl more than Y/N, and he has only known this girl for a month.

"So, now that you know how I feel, will you go on a date with me," Buck asks sheepishly?

"I would love that, but if you ever use me, I will make sure you can't use any girl again," the woman threatens the man while hugging him.

"What are you gonna do? Are you gonna write an article about me," Buck jokes.

Y/N pulls back from the hug, still in his arms, and says"No, I have other ways to make you pay. Hopefully, I won't need to use my special talents on you."

"I plan to be the best boyfriend you can think of," leaving a kiss on your cheek.

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#evan buckley imagine #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley #911 fox #911 on fox #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #athena grant #Howie han #henrietta wilson #bobby nash #Maddie buckley #chimney han #ryan guzman #oliver stark #peter krause #fanfic #x reader

[stray-writer-glitch]

Gimme a Chance (pt.3)

Pairing: bang chan x reader

Genre: college au! enemies to lovers au!

Word count: 1274

Requested:  Bang Chan+Playboy(Fluff) ❤️️Writing (Like the reader hates Chan but he works his charms and falls for her and makes her fall in love with him too(Sorry if it’s bleh)❤️️ - anon

A/n: Do NOT pay attention to when the last update was compared to this. I will not explain myself unless asked. Enjoy and give me your thoughts, opinions, questions, and fears.

masterlist pt.1 pt.2

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Looking back on it the next day, it wasn’t so bad. Chan wasn’t actually that bad at taking notes, it’s just that his writing could get really messy, and he forgot to put most of the dates on the notes.

“This is history, the only other place where numbers near words are this important is chemistry! How do you, of all people, forget dates?”

“Was that a dig at my reputation?”

“That was a dig at your note-taking skills.”

And you discovered that he actually wasn’t half bad to talk to, now that flirting was out of the conversation. He was good on his word and the other guys bothered you a lot less, Minho would occasionally throw a flirty comment your way, but you honestly don’t think that boy can talk without flirting or snarking.

Your next meet up for studying (you refused to call them study dates, if only not to give Chan that satisfaction) was a week after the library incident. You decided to meet up at the cafe near your workplace, you had a shift right after so it was very convenient, and Chan didn’t object. The cafe wasn’t particularly cute or in any way special except that it was a heaven for students and businessmen who needed their coffee fix and a place to work on essays and reports at odd hours. Open 24/7 with great wifi and nice, if tired, baristas this place was all you could ask for, including some baked goods, nobody can (or rather, nobody should) survive on caffeine alone.

You got there first and had your lecture notes and textbook out by the time Chan came through the doors, a motorbike helmet in hand and backpack slung over his shoulder. You swear you could hear all the girls swooning.

Yes he looks good you don’t have to droo- wait, did you just admit that he looks good? Ok you really need to add at least half an hour to your sleeping time, this is getting ridiculous.

“So, how’s your day been?” Chan set his helmet on a seat next to his occupying the one opposite you.

“Fine, haven’t felt like killing people yet. I’m assuming you brought your mess of notes?” You tried not to grin at his scowl, it was comically big, like a literal cartoon.

“As if your lecture notes are any better.” Chan rolled his eyes at you, getting his notes out.

“They actually are.” You gestured to the somewhat neat notes in front of you, lecture notes are not expected to be neat but yours were not as bad as some so you have reason to be proud.

“Are you sure you should be taking this class?” He said after a moment of staring at the papers. “You need to be in some advanced class or something.”

“Thanks?” You didn’t really know how to respond. (compliments are difficult)

“You’re welcome, but that’s not why I pay you-”

“You don’t pay me, we agreed on that.”

“I pay you in food.-”

“I prefer coffee.”

“ANYWAY.” He gave you a pointed stare, and you raised your hands in defeat, but you couldn’t hold back a grin. “Can you please tell me what the heck the Whiskey Rebellion was all about? Cause I am lost on that.”

“Okay so what happened was-”

And so actual studying commenced. You were pleasantly surprised by how well Chan recieved information when you took the time to explain it and use less complicated terms than the professor prefered. This also helped you retain information better so it was a win-win situation, as far as you were concerned.

Of course your study sessions weren’t without breaks…

“Okay, I’m sorry but I don’t think I heard the last five minutes of that over my grumbling stomach.” Chan sighed stretching a little in his seat.

“Dang I didn’t even notice how much time passed. I guess we could pause for a snack break.” You got up, stretching out your sore back.

“Come on,” He pulled you to the small line. “I know they have some really good croissants and I’ve heard the lattes are to kill for, or that may be just a Seungmin thing.”

“The killing or the lattes?”

“Both, to be honest.” Chan shrugged.

You hummed “We’d get along then, you’ll have to introduce me sometime.”

“No offence, but that sounds terrifying.”

“Hey!”

By that time you got to the front of the line and the cashier, a guy you vaguely recognized as part of Chan’s friend group, smiled at you guys, a real smile not a customer service one.

“Sup, Hyunjin?” Chan greeted him easily.

“Nothing much, which half of the menu are you eating today?” There was a teasing glint in his eye.

Chan rattled off a list, and yeah, it did sound like about half the menu. You stifled a laugh when Hyunjin looked at you with a ‘what did I tell you’ face as he punched in Chan’s order.

“Alright, and anything for your date?”

“Friend.” Chan beat you to it.

“Sorry, anything for the lady?” He rephrased in an overly flirty tone, and that really made you laugh.

“Are all your friends like this?” You looked over at Chan who was shooting Hyunjin a ‘really dude?’ look, which only made you laugh more.

“I promise they can actually behave.”

“I was only joking!” Hyunjin defended, dropping the flirtatious tone. “But really, do you want anything?”

“Just a latte and a couple croissants, I plan on stealing some more food from Chan’s plate anyway.”

“Good luck with that, you’ll be lucky to see even a glimpse of that food before he devours it.”

“Okay can we stop making fun of my eating habits?”

“Never.” His friend said with an overly innocent grin.

Chan groaned while you and Hyunjin snickered over his pain.

“Man, just let me pay and go before you gang up against me any more.” Chan begged getting his wallet out.

“Hold up, when did I say you’ll be paying for my food?” You held up a hand.

“You didn’t but I did.” He smiled at you, and you could see the traces of the flirt in it, but you let it slide in favor of arguing your case.

“And since when-”

“Sorry girl, he already paid.” Hyunjin piped up.

“I thought you were on my side!” You gave him a betrayed look.

He had the audacity to shrug.

“Come on, we’re holding up the line.” Chan pulled you aside and back to the table.

“Really? Not letting me pay? Isn’t that toeing the line a bit?” You glared at Chan half heartedly as you sat at your table again.

“You’re tutoring me basically for free, I might as well pay for the food.” He said simply, clearing the table a little.

After a second of huffing and being slightly annoyed by his logic you let out a breath. “Okay you have a point.” You begrudgingly admitted before helping clear away some of the notes so there was room for the food.

It arrived shortly and there was a lot of it. There was a joyful, if somewhat predatory, glint in his eye when Chan saw the food. From the way it was served, you could safely assume that Chan was a regular. There was no attempt whatsoever made to plate the food in an appealing way, the only requirement was it not falling off the plates. You were able to snag a cookie from the pile of goodies and raised it triumphantly to Hyunjin by the cash register. He gave you a thumbs up before turning to greet another customer.

#aw hekc time for the tags #you know hwat? no! ppl who want to read this will have already found the other parts #i'm not putting all the tags

[hopelesshawks]

We already talked about this in dms but like👀 Keigo and a female reader that he thinks is just all cute and shit. But nah she’s actually one of the best dancers in japan and specializes in badass and sexy dances

I went down such a rabbit hole picking out the choreo for this for zero reason 💀💀💀 but man am I here for it. For those curious what I pictured writing this it’s this dance at time code 7:27 choreography is by Jojo Gomez

It’s an 18+ one y’all, minors dni. Warnings for dom/sub dynamics, mention of reader having a vagina, fingering, hand jobs, light edging, light nipple play, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, minor praise kink

“So when are you finally gonna seal the deal with (y/n)?” Mirko asks Hawks one day as they walk their usual patrol route. It’s a quiet day and quiet days always made Mirko more likely to pry. “Seal the deal?” Hawks asks. “Y’know... Do the devil’s tango? Make the beast of two backs? Teach her the birds and the bees?” Mirko teases, wiggling her eyebrows and crowding into his personal space. Hawks rolls his eyes hard and shoves her out of his space, not that it deters her. “It’s not like that,” he tells his nosy friend but she just scoffs in response. “Don’t play like you don’t want to get all up on her, Hawks. You go to that cafe she works at every night after your shift and I’m pretty sure you don’t even like coffee,” Mirko points out. “I like coffee,” Hawks retorts mulishly. “No you don’t.” “Drop it Mirko.” “Oh c’mon! It’ll be easier if you just admit it.” “Fine! She’s adorable, you happy?” Hawks finally huffs, red tinting his cheeks. There’s a beat of silence before Mirko responds but it’s not quite the response Hawks is expecting. “Wait you think (y/n)... is adorable?” Mirko asks. “What do you mean? She is!” Hawks replies defensively. “Relax tough guy, adorable just isn’t the word I’d use to describe her,” Mirko shrugs. “How else would you describe her? She always seems kinda sleepy on her shift and she wears those big oversized sweatshirts,” Hawks elaborates but Mirko continues to look confused by his assessment of you. “Have you never seen her dance before?” Mirko finally asks. “She dances?” Hawks responds.

In Hawks’ personal opinion, Mirko’s reaction is over dramatic. She had stopped in her tracks and stared at him as if he’d sprouted a third head or announced an early retirement. “What?” he asks, even more defensive than before. Mirko heaves a sigh as if Hawks’ ignorance is her greatest source of disappointment. “I forget sometimes you live under a rock, Jesus Christ. We really do need to talk about you getting out more for things other than work and creeping on the sexy dancer barista you have a crush on. Why do you think she’s so tired every shift?” Mirko asks in disbelief. “She’s a student isn’t she? I assumed school stuff!” “You really are hopeless.” “Hey!” “She has rehearsal before her shift dummy, she’s tired from practicing.” “How do you know so much about it huh?” “Well for starters her group has literally won competitions so jot that down. And two we follow each other on Twitter.” “Why do I even ask you things?” Hawks laments. “Shut up, I have an idea,” Mirko suddenly grins. “Oh god, what the fuck are you planning now?” Hawks groans. “I think we should pay (y/n) a little visit during rehearsal, don’t you?”

Hawks follows Mirko through the halls of the university rec center with a growing sense of dread. She looks mischievous and that’s usually a sign that Hawks is going to regret whatever he just signed up for. After they round a final corner, Hawks can clearly hear music coming out of a room down the hall labeled rehearsal room B. Hawks and Mirko push through the door right as the song stops and immediately Hawks realizes that this was a mistake. Gone is your oversized hoodie, instead you’re in just a pair of sweats and a sports bra, covered in sweat and chest still heaving from whatever dance you and the two other girls with you had just done. Hawks should’ve just ignored Mirko and waited to look up one of your dances on YouTube in the privacy of his own apartment. “Hey (y/n)!” Mirko calls out cheerily even as Hawks mentally curses her out for dragging him here. Your gaze snaps over to the two of them and immediately you break out into a wide grin, the same one Hawks had been fawning over as cute and precious for the past several weeks. “What are you two doing here?” you ask as your friends grab water. “We were in the neighborhood and I remember you mentioning you rehearse around this time so I figured why not swing by?” Mirko replies and god does Hawks hate her right now. “You guys have perfect timing actually, we’re working on something to the song ‘Ride’ by Ciara and it would be really great to get an outside opinion on it. Would you guys mind sticking around to check it out? I promise it’ll be quick the other girls have something right after this,” you ask the two pros, giving your best puppy dog eyes. Hawks wants to politely decline, he’s having enough trouble keeping himself in check as it is thank you very much, but before he can Mirko is already agreeing and he doesn’t have the heart to shut things down when you look so excited. “Ah amazing!! Ok! Just sit at the front of the room and be our audience!” you beam and Hawks is helpless but to comply.

Hawks’ eyes trace over every inch of your body as you start the music and then get into the starting formation of the dance. Hawks can tell the moment you’ve focused in on performing your choreography because your whole demeanor and energy shifts. It’s commanding and confident and very, very sexy. He’s starting to understand Mirko’s reaction to his earlier description of you because the woman he sees before him now? Well adorable doesn’t quite fit the bill anymore. He’s already half hard in his work pants, much to his chagrin. What would the tabloids say if they knew he was getting this aroused in public? It’s not exactly befitting of the number two hero considering he’s supposed to be a role model for future generations. But could anyone blame him? The way you move your body and swing your hips is mesmerizing. At one point you slowly roll your body down to grind your hips to the floor and it’s impossible for Hawks not to imagine you using that same precise control to grind down onto his dick. He tries to focus on the music instead in hopes it will help him calm down but it only takes a second for him to realize the song is painting the very same image he’s trying desperately to clear from his head. He’s almost positive Mirko is smirking beside him but he can’t focus on her, you’ve captured the entirety of his attention.

Then the chorus hits and Hawks is really in trouble. You’re singing along. You’re singing “they love the way I ride it” and making direct fucking eye contact with him while you swing your hips in a slow, sensual grind and how can he not react to that? His wings flare and puff out instinctively, his cheeks going red, and his dick is now fully erect and leaking precum into his boxers. It would be mortifying if he weren’t too focused on your every move to truly remember his surroundings. Eventually the song ends and even though Mirko stands to go compliment you and your friends on a job well done, Hawks stays rooted in place. He doesn’t dare move as his painfully hard cock twitches in his pants. Sweat drips down your neck and god he wants to lick it off you so goddamn bad he barely even notices you saying bye to Mirko and your friends until the door is shutting behind them.

Hawks hasn’t even fully registered that the two of you are now alone in the room before he’s coming up behind you and wrapping an arm around your bare torso. You open your mouth to ask what’s up with him when you suddenly feel his erection against your backside. “Tell me you don’t want this or I won’t be able to stop,” he all but growls against the shell of your ear. “What if I do want it though?” you ask breathlessly as you shamelessly grind your ass back against his throbbing dick. The moan that crawls its way out of his throat in response is guttural, he genuinely can’t think of a time he’s ever been more turned on in his life as he wastes no time spinning you around to face him and pressing you up against the wall. “You knew what you were doing didn’t you?” he asks before dropping his nose down to run along your jaw. You shudder as he licks a long stripe up your neck, delighting in the salty taste of your sweat. “Maybe?” you hedge at first but then he bites the column of your throat hard enough you’re sure it’ll leave a mark and you can’t help but whimper. He draws back to look you in the eye, his pupils blown so wide they’ve almost completely consumed his golden irises. “Don’t lie to me little dove,” he warns. “I may have gone a little harder than usual because you were watching me,” you admit and it’s apparently the right answer as Hawks all but chirps his satisfaction before leaning down to press a bruising kiss to your lips that has you melting. One of his hands slides up to grasp and squeeze one of your breasts but even that is not enough for him and in the next moment one of his feathers glides in to swiftly cut your sports bra off entirely. You’re about to protest but the words die in your throat as Hawks starts pinching and twisting one of your nipples. “Does that feel good little dove?” he asks and all you can do is let your head fall back against the wall and nod your approval.

Hawks takes advantage of your head’s position to resume leaving marks on your exposed neck as his free hand snakes its way into your sweatpants and panties. As his fingers finally reach your dripping sex you feel him moan against the sensitive skin of your throat. “You’re so wet for me already,” he notes as he slowly slides a finger inside of you. “Want you, need you,” is all you can keen as he drags his one finger torturously slowly inside of you. “Want me that bad love?” Hawks teases and your answering nod is almost frantic as he inserts another finger and takes careful note of the way you squirm. “Use your words,” he commands. “I want you so bad Hawks please,” you beg but even as he uses his thumb to lightly brush against your sensitive clit he still doesn’t budge. “I don’t know, you were so naughty teasing me so much in front of Mirko and your friends. Do you understand how turned on I was?” he asks but you can only whimper in response. You jerk your hips forward in desperate search of more friction or movement or something but all that accomplishes is Hawks using the hand not currently buried inside you to hold your hips still. “I want you to feel how turned on your little show made me little dove. Can you do that?” he asks. “Y-yes,” you moan before obediently reaching one hand out to feel his hardened length through his pants. God he’s so big, and it only emphasizes to you how much you want him inside you. “Not gonna get much done from there, little dove, don’t be shy. I want you to feel me, feel the cock you’re so fucking desperate for,” he growls, slowly dragging his fingers in and out of you to emphasize his point. It’s so good but it’s not nearly enough so you fumble with the belt and button of his pants until finally, finally you can slip your hand past the waistband and into his boxers to grasp firm hold of his weeping cock.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to find a devastating rhythm, your hands moving in sync to drive both of you towards your respective climaxes. Your moans echo around the small practice room and it’s music to Hawks’ ears. You’re close, so close, right on the precipice of orgasm when suddenly Hawks is leaning in to whisper into your ear a simple command: “Stop.” His hand stops moving and then he slowly extracts his fingers from inside you. You whine at the loss, pussy desperately clenching around nothing but you obediently stop your hand's movement. "Don't look so disappointed, I thought you wanted my dick," Hawks teases. "I do, fuck, I do," you groan. "Be specific. What do you want?" "I want your dick inside me, please Hawks I'm begging, I want it so bad," you whine. What a pretty sight you make squirming and whining for him. Hawks thinks he could watch you like this forever but even he is starting to get impatient so he decides to finally give you what you want. He shoves his own pants and boxers down low enough for his dick to spring out of its confines, the head flushed red and glistening with precum. Meanwhile his feathers push down your own sweatpants and panties as you watch him with half-lidded eyes, eager to finally feel his hardened length inside you. He has you wrap your arms around his shoulders and places his hands on your waist. "Hop up pretty girl," he commands and you eagerly obey, allowing him to lift you and then wrapping your legs around his waist to further support you weight. "Ready?" he asks. "God, yes Hawks please," you groan as he lines himself up with your waiting entrance. Hawks complies with an almost feral grin, wasting no time in shoving himself fully inside you. You groan as his thick length stretches you open but the slight burn feels so good as he fills you up. "You're doing so good for me, baby. So good," he praises and you practically purr your satisfaction. "P-please. Move," you moan and Hawks doesn't need to be told twice as he begins fucking into you in earnest. All words are lost between the two of you, the only language you need being the moans, groans, whimpers, and whines the two of you pull out of each other. As he drills into you harder and harder you rapidly feel yourself once again approaching climax. "Hawks I'm gonna-" you start but he cuts you off. "Me too baby, hold out a little longer and we'll cum together ok?" he ask. "Ok," you whimper, trying so hard to be good for him. Just a few long deep strokes later he finally gives you permission to cum and almost immediately you cry out his name, clenching and squeezing around him as he tumbles into his own climax. His groan is long and low as he spills his seed inside you and you relish each and every moment of it.

As the two of you finally come down from your highs Hawks carefully sets you back down on the ground. "Shit," he swears. "You can say that again," you laugh breathlessly. "Maybe I should invite you to more rehearsals from now on," you joke. "I'd much rather you give me a private show at my place," he replies easily. "I think I can make that work." "Good." "When would you like your first performance?" "How about now? You were just bragging about how much 'they' like it when you ride it. Time to put your money where your mouth is." "I'd like nothing more."

#ahh this took me so long to write and it ended up so long lmao #this probably could've been a one shot in retrospect but oh well #it's here now lmao #complete and utter filth I hope you enjoy #hhrequests #hawks smut #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #hawks x fem!reader #hopeless.olivia #hopeless.thirst

[sagemusesoutloud]

Anti-Romantic, Part 4

(credit to the original owner of the image)

Character | Jaehyun x reader

Genre | nonidol!au, Mutual Pining, Slowburn, Fluff, Angst

WordCount | 1.5 k

WARNING | Mentions of verbally abusing relationships! It's brief, but there. If you or anyone is going through something similar, please seek outside help!

Author'sNote | I'm not giving excuses as to why it took so long to update, but I'm trying my hardest to be consistent! Let me know if you like how the story is going so far!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.5

Sorry I’m an anti-romantic, I don’t believe in romantic

I am afraid that it will burn my whole heart, It will only leave behind ashes.

When you were younger, your family used to call you ‘spitfire.’ They said you were too fiery, argued too well, and too passionate. They had never meant it as an insult, in a way, it was a form of flattery. You grew up as the only female cousin in your family, but you were always leading your cousins on whatever diabolical plan it was that you had come up with: sneaking off to kitchen in the middle of the night to eat all the pastries meant for the morning after, convincing everyone that leaving your grandma’s territory and into the forest in the middle of the night to see if you can find the fairies, racing along the town’s border to see who was the fastest on their bike, and many other child-like plans. You were tough and you were proud, you never allowed yourself to lose.

Later on in life, that same nickname evolved to a less loving version. As you grew older and started to date, your partners always called you out for having strong opinions and for not bending at their will. They never saw you for what you wanted to be; which was an equal. If they said something against one of your friends, they expected you to throw away the friendship. All because they were the opposite sex and made your partner insecure. How could a girl and boy only be friends? Later on, when rumors would spread about your partner and other girls, they would get exasperated with you. If they’d get caught, they would only blame you for being too stiff.

“Why couldn’t you be more passive? If I want to kiss you, I’ll kiss you. You’re my girlfriend, why the fuck would I need permission? Is that what your ‘guy friends’ do? I bet you’ve let them all have a run at you, huh? Keep acting like a bitch, get treated like a bitch. And you wonder why I cheated? What a joke.”

You had to admit, you didn’t really date the greatest of guys. But you could say that now, because you knew now. Back then, you really thought you deserved those kinds of relationships. Like how they say, you only accept the love you think you deserve. However, in a way, it was why you were the way you were now. You always made it a point to communicate and avoid misunderstandings because you didn’t want your partners to throw your words back at you or your actions. It’s why you treaded carefully and avoided one-night stands. You’d rather get to know a person first and then start dating. It’s the exact reason the date you had with that other barista didn’t go through, majority of the guys you talked to thought you were too much work and therefore, not worth it.

Now that you’re an adult, you’d rather be too much work than let a guy walk all over you. Boundaries were important to you because how else were you supposed to gauge their respect for you? You had a tight grip on your morals and rules.

But damn, you’re only human!

The moment your lips crashed, it’s as if the only thing you could keep in mind was one word.

More.

You needed more of him, needed to breathe the same air as him, needed to feel every ridge of his hard body against your soft one, needed to cling to him as close as possible and for as long as possible.It’s as if his lips were the only reason you needed to dive into whatever this was. You were tired of keeping a strong hold on yourself. All that boiling anger turning into dangerous tension, and the only way to release it was to give into the passion between you two.

You settled your arms around his neck, taking that last step closer into him as he cradled your face and deepened the kiss. His other arm wound tightly around you, hand sliding dangerously close to your ass. You feel a deep groan against your chest, one of your hands wandering down his torso, enjoying the shiver you feel as you move lower. His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, a question, so you reply by opening your mouth, tongues fighting for dominance. For every move you delivered, he retaliates just as ardently. You feel your head grow lightheaded as you bring your hands to hold on to his shirt, anything to stabilize you. His hand finally squeezing your ass, shifting you closer to his hips. Oh, lord.

You let out a moan as he bites your lower lip, his kisses descending as you fight to catch your breath. You involuntary let out a whimper as he finds your pulse point and sucks the skin, soothing it with light kisses. Leaving behind a trail of purple blotches, beautifully contrasted against your skin. You’d never been into marking, had it always felt this good?

“Jae…” you can’t think, you can’t even stand properly as he pushes you with his hips against the counter for support. You don’t even know what you wanted to say, do you want to ask for more? What do you want?

“God, I’ve wanted to do this for years.” You pause at that, your hands freezing on their tight grip on his shirt. You feel as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water at you, your rationality finally catching up with you.

He leans back to look at you, “if you’re going to stop me, do it now because if you don’t say anything I’ll keep going. And I don’t think I can stop on my own.” His hands drawing gentle, tantalizing circles along your hips where your shirt had ridden up.

You gasp at that; finally bring your eyes to his. He looked exactly how you felt, desperate. His lips were red and puffy from your kisses, his hair messy after running your hands through it. In the light of the kitchen, you could still see how his pupils were blown wide. You’re pretty sure you’re not in any better condition.

“Jae,” you whisper, brining your hands to his shoulders, either to support yourself or to brace yourself for what you were about to say, “if we do this, there’s no going back.”

He lets out a deep breath, “I know, and I’m ok with that.” He offers a gentle smile, “I want that.” His heart drops as he notices how you drop your gaze and bite your lips.

“if we do this, can you guarantee that it won’t ruin our friendship?” for some reason, you can’t bring yourself to speak higher than a whisper or to look at him. “can you promise that you won’t run away again?”

You wait for his response. When it doesn’t come you finally look up, only to find a frown forming on his brow. You don’t expect when he takes a step back, “is that all I am to you? All this is? Just a risk you’re not willing to take just because you don’t want to ruin the ‘friendship’?”

“I don’t know…Am I supposed to forget what you just said a few minutes ago?” He gives a humorless laugh as he paces around the small kitchen.

You’re frozen in place, spaced out at his words. It’s like as if you’re watching yourself from somewhere else. But you think about it, is that what it is?

Before you can respond or come to a conclusion, he stops at the entrance to the kitchen, back towards you. “Are you really not understanding what I’m saying or are you avoiding it?” his shoulders sag but he keeps going, “If loosing me is what you’re so worried about, then let me make it simple for you.”

Your body grows number by the second, what’s wrong with you? You’ve finally done it, burned away the last semblance of security and friendship. Just like a thoughtless spitfire.

“I can’t go back to this back and forth bullshit. I’m tired. I don’t think you even know what you want, so until you do, I think I need my space.”

He motions towards his front door, “I’m gonna go, if you’re still here by the time I come back, I’ll take it as a sign that you do want us…to happen. If you leave, I’ll pretend the last two days didn’t happen and we can go back to how we used to be. I’ll never cross the line again, and I’ll do everything to move on.”

You only notice you’re sobbing when you tears blur your vision. What have you done?

You don’t even hear him leave, only when the door slams after him.

I can clearly see the end, Worse than a hangover

It will be hard, Now, Just end it somewhere here

EndNote | Damn, I've never written a kiss scene before. Hopefully it wasn't too awkward. This is a lot of angst too, which I'm not a big fan of reading, but wow... who hurt me lmao. Promise the next chapter won't be as bad, or will it?

Previous: Part 3 | Next: Part 4.5

#anti romantic #jaehyun fic #jaehyun fluff #nct #nct 127 #kpopfanfic #nct x reader #jaehyun x reader #nct fluff #nct jaehyun #jaehyun scenarios #kpopfluff #nct u #nct 2020 #nct imagines #nct 127 jaehyun #office au #fic #stream #txt #anti-romantic!! #will this be a 5 part series? #slowburn series

[alovesongshewrote]

What Do We Do With - A Sad Bounty Hunter | Hisirdoux Casperan

Plot:  You're a badass bounty hunter sent by the Arcane Order (Posse) to kill one Hisirdoux Casperan.  There’s just one problem.  He’s literally to nice to kill. [Hisirdoux Casperan x GenderNeutral!Reader]

Word Count:  1,362

Warnings: mentions of murder in passing

A/N:  nyeh

Taglist: @furblrwurblr​ @einahpetsyarcip​ @sorrels-scribbling​ @anxious-stitcher​ @alive-and-afraid​ @animedweeb333​ @douxiesdamsel​ @saroski05 @blixeon​ @yagirlcheesely​

You never expect a barista to be a deadly bounty hunter, but sometimes they just are.  This was a lesson Douxie had to learn, and you were glad to teach him.  

You’d been posing as a coffee shop employee for a while, spending most shifts watching the wizard working in the attached book store.  The man really let his guard down while on shift.  Or maybe he didn’t.  You never really got close enough to tell.  You did, however, get close enough to see what a good person he was.  Whether he was assisting a lost child, an elderly patron, or a coworker, the boy exuded kindness.  He was cute and charming and a bit of a cheek, which you were always down for.  Also, he said ‘Fuzzbuckets’ instead of ‘fuck,’ which you loved.  The kindness, though, that was sickening, sickening in your opinion.  That’s a lie you told yourself.  You tell a lot of those, watch out for them.  

In truth, the wizard’s kindness was what kept him alive.  Usually, when someone had a price on their head, they weren’t a very good person.  You’d brought in killers, magical dictators, and man-eating monsters, but you’d never had a target quite like Hisirdoux Casperan.  

So, you hesitated.  Every time you got a chance to kill him, you waited, biding your time and lying to yourself.  Mission failed, we’ll get him next time, except there was never a next time.  You had the moral backbone of a chocolate eclair, and your moral compass was a roulette wheel, but you still felt guilty about taking the life of someone so good.  You knew the world would be a darker place without him in it, and the world you’d seen needed as much light as it could get.

Unfortunately, your sudden sense of morality was about to cause several problems.  The group who’d put the price on Casperan’s head in the first place (the Arcane Posse or something?) were growing impatient.  They wanted the poor man dead and they wanted it as soon as possible, so they did what anyone else would do and hired someone else to kill him.  In any other situation, you may have been offended.  You were a professional, and you were taking your time, so the Posse could sit there and wait, ok?  In this particular case, though, you knew deep down that you had no plans to take the wizard’s life.

So, no, this time you weren’t offended.  You were determined.  That wizard dude was a good person and you were determined to keep him alive.  With that determination on your side, you kept calm and carried on, breaking into Douxie’s apartment like any rational bounty hunter turned bodyguard, completely unaware of the mess you were about to crash into.  

It was safe to say that the wizard was more than a little surprised when you smashed through his window, “FUZZBUCKETS, WHAT THE H- wait a tick, don’t you work at the coffee shop?”

You nodded, glad that he remembered you.  It can be nice to be perceived, “Yeah, I do, and I was supposed to kill you but I decided against it.  Anyway, your life is in danger, so come with me if you want to live.”

His mouth dropped open, his brow furrowed, and you watched his eyes cloud over as he searched desperately for a response to that.  He was spared from that, though, by the small green being who walked into the room, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.  She was probably the forest child that the Arcane Posse wanted so badly.  On her shoulder sat a black cat.  He was wearing glasses, and you weren’t sure if he actually needed them, or if it was a stylistic choice.  When the forest child started speaking, you decided it didn’t matter.

“Douxie?  Who is this?”

“Uh, this is-”

“I’m (Y/N).  I was sent by the Arcane to kill Douxie, but I took too long and now we’re all in deep shit.”

The cat leapt off the forest child’s shoulder and landed, gracefully, on the floor, “Wonderful.  Simply fantastic.  Why should we believe you?  We don’t know who you are, and this could be a ploy to kill all of us.”

You wanted to roll your eyes, but the cat had a good point, so you just answered him, “You should believe me because I haven’t killed you yet.  Now, we should run, because the new assassin’ll be here soon, and he won’t hesitate as I did.”

Douxie shook his head while his cat kept up the conversation, “That isn’t a great defence.  Did you not say you were sent to kill Douxie?”

“I did, and that kind of proves my point.  Why would I tell you I was here to kill him if I still wanted to kill him?”

“To make us think you weren’t going to kill him!”

“That isn’t working for me very well, is it?”

“Of course it’s not!  You’re just here to kill him!”

“I am not!”

“Oh come off it, you obviously are!”

“No I am not, if I wanted to I would have done it already!”

“Or is that just a ploy!?”

“Okay, both of you shut it,” the wizard you were arguing over was rubbing his temples and trying very hard not to scream.  He was not in the mood for this.  All he wanted was a cup of tea, and then his cute coworker turned would-be assassin broke into his house and caused problems.  Probably on purpose.  This was not his day.

You took in Douxie’s state and sighed.  You wanted to protect him, not give him a headache.  Whatever, it didn’t matter, you could still watch him from afar, “Look, if you don’t want to listen, fine.  Don’t say I didn’t warn you.  For now, I’m out.  See you at work.”

And with that, you walked towards the door, fully intending to walk out like a civilized human being after breaking in like some common bitch.

The cat snorted, something you were unaware that cats could do, “Good riddance.”

You’d almost reached your destination when you felt a small tug on your pants.  It was the green being, Nari.  She stared up at you with huge yellow eyes, tilting her head slightly.  You mirrored her actions until she looked up at Douxie.

“You should believe them.  The Order has many servants at their disposal, but none of them would admit it so willingly.”

Ohhhhhhhh, the Arcane Order.  You were still going to call them the Arcane Posse, at least internally.  

Douxie, unaware of your silent discovery, sighed and crossed the room to your side, kneeling down to Nari’s height, just as he did when speaking to small children at the bookstore.  It reminded you of why you were here.

“Nari, are you sure we can trust them?”

“Yes.  I trust that they will protect us.”

You smirked while the talking cat groaned, “Douxie, you aren’t actually considering this, are you?”

The wizard sighed, closing his eyes and burying his head in his hands.  He did not need this right now.  What he needed was a nap and a cup of tea.  Instead, he had a cute assassin, a troubled forest spirit, and a grumpy familiar, all of them on his ass to make a choice.  When did this become his life?  Probably when Merlin died.  He didn’t have time to spiral, though, he had to make a decision, and yes, he was considering this.

And when he said as much, a smile split your face.

Despite the situation, Douxie found your cheeky grin a nice sight to see.  Nice, especially, in contrast to his very dramatic familiar who, at that moment, had his head shoved against a wall in general disappointment.  The wizard felt bad, but you didn’t care too much.  You were just glad you could keep them safe. 

“Alright then,” you said, cracking your neck, “Here’s the plan.”

#hisirdoux x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #douxie x reader #douxie imagine #hisirdoux imagine #angst #hisirdoux #hisirdoux casperan #douxie #toa douxie #toa hisirdoux

[siren-virus]

You know what? Just because you’d be able to talk my ears off with LuckyBoy!AU, I’m gonna keep asking you about it with long asks so I can get long answers (I love reading long answers since they give out so much info and speculation, while leaving room for discussion as well). So let's have a chat through asks so neither of us have anxiety(?) while talking to each other in messages.

Who would be some of the regulars when Ben is working at the cooffe shop? (I also love this au XD) Would Cooper, Rook, Gwen, Max and/or anyone else go at the same time as a group and have a casual conversation with the barista? Would Ben accidently gain confidential information about the Plumbers this way? I wonder if he would be famous between the aliens and humans near Undertown as one of the few humans that's actually chill with every alien regardless of appearances thanks to knowing Gwen with the Omnitrix from before?

I feel like Ben purposefully avoiding Cooper as his vigilante persona would start as a measure to avoid his identity being exposed (I belive it was Cooper who exposed him in UAF, right?), but later would develop into a troll play, waiting for him to finally find him and play a prank there.

Would Ben play pranks on Will Harangue for giving him bad publicity to the humans? I mean, it's not like he can just appear in front of a camera and tell his side of the story, he would be captured instantly, or interrupted at the very least; and he having his own social media wouldn't work too well since he isn't a tech genius and the Plumbers could track him down.

Also, what has Gwen done that they think they need Ben to protect them from her? Like yeah, in OV there's a lot of property damage, but they don't believe they need protection from him (at least I don't think so), so she must've done something big in order for that to happen.

And now an ask that isn't directly related to Ben XD Who would be some of the people leading an investigation against the vigilante, trying to discover his identity as well as species? Like I imagine Rook would be more of an addon to said investigation, being on the lookout but not actively investigating everything that Ben has been involved with, and Gwen has a lot on her plate, so let's not let her join said investigation.

Oh oh oh, I just thought about it, if Ben could be considered an Anodite in this AU, what happened when Verdona appeared in that one episode of AF? Did she manage to find Ben in the first place and almost but not quite take him away? Does the rest of the family know he's an Anodite and what are their thoughts about it? If they don't then how would Ben explain some of the magic things that he does and someone witness?

Ohohoh, buttering me up are ya? Well you're in for a brain dump.

Ok, first I gotta say: The alien cafe is separate to the plumbers (the plumbers have their on cafeteria, but like to indulge in other food sometimes, and non-instant coffee.)

So I was thinking, one of Ben's regular coworkers is Alan Albright. Reason for this is because Alan is not allowed to go on missions often. He's too young. I mean I know they definitely have child soldiers in OS- buuuut Max's influence has put a stop to that. He's seen how it affected Gwen. So, Alan is put on easy patrols in low crime area, in the city.

Alan, however wants in on the action, so Max had suggested the cafe. Ben and Alan have a very brotherly bond, and Ben (outside of his vigilante life) has been swaying Alan's opinion on both, the plumbers and his alter ego.

Manny, Alan, Helen and Cooper- When not busying himself with the tech lounge- (sorry, Pierce is still dead in this), will often come by the cafe, they sit in a booth and discuss things. Most occasions Ben is invited to sit with them.

When Gwen pops by their interactions are brief, Ben would try to tease her about anything and everything under the sun. "See Kevin lately?" "Oh, got beat by the walking glow stick again, huh?" "Geez, another jail break? 3rd time this week!"

Normally he gets a fiery reaction and a nasty retort.

Of course Ben would take every opportunity he can to get info. At first it wasn't intentional, he'd just eaves drop on a few conversations that interested him. As time goes by though, he's found that a lot of people, plumber, criminal and just outer space travelers, are more than happy to unload some gossip. Ben is very much delighted by that.

He's not exactly famous, he's well known for being a friendly person, yes. But not all throughout Undertown.

ain't cooper the blond dude with some kinda telekenetic power that ended up turning into an almost Kevin duplicate? (i'll fix that) NGL I forgot he grew up in UAF.

Pretty sure the one that exposed Ben was the nerd who was voiced by the VA of Robin (TeenTitans/Go). Now that you bring it up though, that guy... Jimmy, is someone to be avoided, cause he's a snoopy guy. Who also hangs out at the cafe a lot to get details. Always ends up harassing Ben cause he knows Ben has all the juicy gossip.

And yeah Ben would totally take advantage of it to mess with the poor kid.

Definitely. Ben would mess with Will Harangue as much as possible. Especially when he goes live. Ben won't confront him personally, or do anything that could possibly reveal his indentity. He's got a lot of unique mannerisms that his family could quickly pick up on, there's also his voice, although muffled by the mask, if it's recorded enough- it's another identifier.

So that leaves Ben with his sticker trail. They're very bright, almost blinding, so Ben's stickers are an annoying inconvenience. He could also use a weak spell that causes it's victims to yawn/sneeze. Maybe he'll hang in the background briefly and wave. Just some of things he does to get under Harangue's skin basically.

Gwen:

So, you picked up on what I've hinted at. Good.

Before I go into Gwen, I'll say this: The plumbers are stationed on Earth to protect humanity. That means the aliens who have immigrated are less of a priority. That doesn't mean that they're completely unsafe, the plumbers still patrol Undertown and look after the people- just less so.

Aliens that leave Undertown especially- Normally they're ushered back by a few Plumbers standing guard- those that pose a threat or seem to pose a threat are dealt with by the plumbers. Which isn't too bad, just a slap on the back, a fine, maybe jail time.

Unless you run into Gwen. Who is much more intimidating, much more brutish, she won't exactly hold back. So- she hasn't got the best rep with Undertown. She's still a hero. Known throughout the universe. Just not a kind one.

On several occassions, Ben(vigilante) has had to step in to get her to back down from dealing with criminals.

The plumbers don't have a lot to go on with the investigating. Ben doesn't leave any DNA trails, cause anodites have no DNA. No hair strands, no finger prints, no blood. Even his stickers. They got nothing, nada.

That doesn't mean it's completely hopeless. A clean hit to Ben has on more than one occasion shocked him out of his anodite form, reverting him back to human (which is why he has the glasses and face mask, as a just incase scenario.) Sometimes even spooking/shocking him can make him human again. If his focus is messed with he's human, kinda deal.

So the plumbers are aware of this. They do their best to be as violent and destructive when they see Ben. They're attempts usually fail unless they have someone competent enough with them, Ie; Gwen, Rook.

Villains are also aware of this. So risky buiz am I right?

In regards to Verdona; honestly, I feel like having her know about Ben's existence as an anodite would kinda nerf this whole thing completely. Verdona, I bet, would be a massive gossip. Although her contact with Max is limited, he'd hear about it eventually. Game over. There's also Sunny, who would take advantage of this information and spread it across the universe.

So instead maybe Verdona pays a visit later rather than now.

She'd also be less inclined to take Ben back home, I like how Verdona is indifferent to Ben but loves Gwen, I wanna keep that aspect.

To explain any magic happenings that his family or friends have spotted, he just says he's practicing to be an illusionist. Or he broke a glow stick, or his has glitter in his pocket. (He always has something retaining to magenta hidden up his sleeve.)

Hopefully that got all your questions answered for now!

#ben 10 #lucky boy! au #answer

[madpanda75]

“Taking Chances Part 10: The Perfect Gift”

Part 10 is here! Not gonna lie, this chapter is short and not my best work but a necessary bridge to get to the climax of our story! Fair warning, it ends on a cliffhanger. Enjoy! ❤️ 

It was the Tuesday after the dramatic Carisi lunch. You typically had Mondays off from the gallery and after fucking Rafael senseless in front of the fireplace, it didn’t take much convincing on your part to get him to play hooky. The majority of your day was spent in bed— making love, browsing through Netflix, and eating Chinese takeout. It was a much needed escape from your chaotic lives and you still had a few more hours before reality set in. 

The brilliant warm rays of the early morning sun peeked through your curtains. You languorously stretched your limbs, reveling in the sensation of your bare legs against the soft cotton sheets. With a long, drawn out yawn, you reached over to the nightstand for your cup of coffee and aimlessly flipped through a copy of the New Yorker. However your attention was otherwise preoccupied with a freshly showered Rafael walking around your bedroom with a towel hanging low around his hips. You nearly spilled your hot drink into your lap while counting the water droplets on Rafael’s bare chest, watching one droplet slide down his stomach towards his happy trail.

He let the towel drop to the floor and began to get dressed for work, arching his brow when he caught you perched on the edge of the bed staring at him with your jaw hanging wide open. 

You blushed and cleared your throat. “Are you sure I can’t make you breakfast?”

“Thanks for the offer but I should try to get to the office early,” he said, holding up two ties for you to choose from.

You picked the silk violet tie. The purple hue brought out your boyfriend’s brilliant green eyes. “Ok, but promise me that you’ll eat something other than the stale pretzels at the precinct.”

“I promise.” Rafael gave you a quick peck on the lips and wrapped his tie around his neck when he realized that he was missing a key element to his wardrobe. “Where’s my shirt? I swore it was right here a min—” His search for the missing shirt came to a screeching halt when he noticed you were wearing it.

“Sorry babe.” A nervous giggle escaped your lips. “Who knew Armani made such comfortable clothes and besides I love how it smells.”

Rafael furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “How it smells?”

“Uh huh.” Your cheeks turned bright pink and you nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “It smells like you.”

An warm, fuzzy feeling coursed through Rafael’s veins at your confession. He cupped your face and tenderly kissed you before pulling away. “If you love the shirt so much, then it’s yours.”

“Really?” You glanced down at his undershirt and the tie draped around his neck. “But what are you gonna wear?”

“I have a spare shirt in my office that I keep in case of emergency coffee stains.”

You beamed brightly and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Best boyfriend ever,” you murmured against his lips before kissing him.

He deepened the kiss, parting your lips with his tongue as his hands inched further down your back towards your ass. You moaned in response, feeling him squeeze your cheeks.

“Mi amor,” he said between kisses. “I have to go.”

 “No. Five more minutes. Please,” you whined, pressing your body against his.

Rafael groaned, all the blood from his brain rushing towards his cock. You were playing a dangerous game. “If we keep this up in five more minutes I’m going to be between your legs, fucking you so hard that you’ll forget your own name.”

You nuzzled against his neck as your hand began to palm his growing erection. “Well they do say that testosterone is higher in the morning. Care to put that theory to the test?” 

“Y/N,” he said in a warning tone.

With a sigh of defeat, you stopped. “Alright, can’t blame a girl for trying.” You planted one last chaste kiss on the tip of his nose and gently pushed him towards the door. “Go on. Get outta here.”

 “I’ll see you later tonight.” He grabbed his jacket and left the bedroom only to return 30 seconds later. “I forgot something.”

“What did you—” Rafael cut you off with a passionate kiss causing you both to fall back on the bed.  Your heart fluttered. You were so lost in the moment that you forgot how to breathe. You could taste him on your tongue. All too soon the kiss ended and you were left dazed with thoroughly soaked panties.

“I love you,” he purred and playfully nipped on your lower lip before leaving with a smug smile firmly planted on his face.

“Love you too,” you mumbled and held up the shirt to your nose, inhaling deeply. 

*****

A few hours later you were sitting in the small studio at the back of the gallery, dotting leaves onto a canvas. You skipped to the next song on your playlist and stepped back to analyze your work. The painting was of a large, vibrant tree in the center of a grey, bleak city. The tree was designed to look like Rafael. Its leaves matched the color of his eyes. Of course it wasn’t typical for trees to have seafoam green leaves but that was the beauty of art. You even tried to sketch his face in the trunk, its bark resembling his crooked smile and strong aquiline nose. 

Underneath the tree stood the shadowy figure of a woman meant to be you. The tree’s branches were outstretched, gently caressing you, comforting you. In the palms of your hands, you cradled your heart, offering it to the tree as the only possession you had to give. In your opinion, it was the perfect depiction of your relationship. Rafael was your protector. With him, you felt loved, safe, hopeful for the future. He symbolized a new chapter in your life.

Your “Rafael-inspired” piece was meant to be a surprise, since the elusive search for the perfect art for his home was still ongoing. Lucky for him, inspiration struck one rainy Saturday several weeks ago. Well, lazy for you. Rafael was busy typing away on his laptop. Snuggling against him with the rain pattering against the window, a flood of emotions washed over you. The next day you woke up before dawn, grabbed your brushes and paint and snuck over to the studio.

From above the sound of your music playing through your headphones, you heard the door open and turned your head to see your coworker, Phoebe, walk in.

“Bonjour, ma petite aubergine!” she said in a tone that was way too chipper for 8:30 in the morning. 

You snorted a laugh and turned off your music. “Good morning, my little eggplant?” you repeated the phrase.

“I love eggplant,” she replied with a shrug and went to stand behind you, surveying your work. “Hmmm… I like it.”

You made a face. “You sure? It’s not too cheesy?”

She hemmed and hawed for a moment before answering. “A little, but that’s ok. It's the good kind of cheesy.”

A sigh below past your lips. “You sure?”

“Absolutely,” she tried to reassure you. “And anyways, love makes people cheesy.” You blushed and went back to your painting while she milled around the room looking at your other pieces. “Ya’ know, there’s a new artist night at this gallery my friend works for. You should reach out to them. See if they’ll let you show your art. There are enough pieces here to choose from.” You opened your mouth to speak but she cut you off. “And before you say anything, I don’t wanna hear any excuses.” She gently took you by the shoulders and made you stand to face her. “You are incredibly talented and you should share that talent with the world while making a few bucks in the process.”

“Maybe you’re right,” you conceded, glancing back at your unfinished canvas.

Phoebe’s eyes widened. “I am? I mean, of course I am! Damn, this is the first time I’ve ever heard you consider doing a show. That Rafael guy must be a good influence on you.”

“Yeah, he’s the best.” You smiled, thinking back to earlier that morning. 

“Speaking of which,”—she grabbed a spare chair and sat down, getting comfortable—“how did the whole ‘meet the parents’ scenario play out?”

You threw your head back and groaned. “Ugh, why did you have to remind me?”

“Uh-oh. Sounds like we’re gonna need coffee.” She stood up and grabbed her purse. “I’m gonna get a cappuccino from the cafe around the corner. Can I get you something?”

“An Americano and a cinnamon roll.”

“Be back in a flash. I wanna hear all about it. Family drama sustains me, especially when it’s not mine,” she teased before leaving.

You rolled your eyes and began to tidy up. While you stood at the sink, cleaning your brushes, watching the colors swirl and dissolve down the drain, you wondered if Rafael would like his surprise. You hoped he would. It took you hours to get just the right shade of green. 

This gift was a big deal. Apart from your parents, you had never created a piece for anyone else. Your art was private. It was personal. Giving it away was like giving away a part of you. But you and Rafael were beyond that. This past weekend only confirmed what you had known from the moment he stepped into the gallery— that you were his, completely.

The sound of the door opening snapped you out of reverie. “That was fast, Phoebe,” you said over the running water. “I guess the cute barista wasn’t working today cause normally you spend a solid twenty minutes flirting before actually ordering your drink. I’m almost finished here. Give me a sec and then I can tell you about the worst Sunday lunch in the history of the Carisi family and that includes the time my Aunt Anita stabbed my Uncle Tony with a fork. ”

“Awww c’mon, babe. It wasn’t that bad,” said a voice that you recognized all too well. 

Stunned, your hands froze, the brushes clanging against the sink. “This can’t be happening. Please, God don’t let it be him,” you thought, slowly turning around only to find your ex-fiancé standing right in the middle of your studio. 

“Theo,” you stammered. “What are you doing here?”

He ignored your question and took a step towards you with a sinister smile that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. 

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Caleo fic: It’s all about the name

Chapter 6 (aka final ch)

Summary: Calypso is a barista at a coffee shop and one day she gets a customer who refuses to give her his real name. At first he seems really annoying but eventually Calypso finds out not all is what it looks like on the surface. (Coffee shop AU!)

a/n: Woop, finally it's time to finish this fic! It took way longer than I anticipated but hey, I'm still pretty happy I did it.

Thank you once again everyone who has supported me both here and on ao3, and special thanks goes to @caldez for the headcanons because without you this fic wouldn't exist!

Once more, I hope you guys enjoy, and please leave a comment if you like this! And keep your eyes open for a twlitf update soon enough because I am continuing to work on it again tomorrow! I've missed that universe a lot.

Words: 1700+

Genre: fluff, humor

Warnings: some slight *ahem* implications (just implications though)

previous chapter / AO3

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A few weeks later, Leo was leaning against the familiar counter again while he was watching Calypso work. For once he didn’t interrupt her, instead quietly waiting for her to stop her work for the day so he could tell her what he had in his mind. Well, not entirely quietly; his fingers were tapping impatiently against the smooth surface, and eventually Calypso decided that she needed to ask him to stop because she could see some of the other customers giving him dirty looks. Not that she could call him a customer anymore; after the day when Leo had finally revealed his name and she had asked him out, they had been on several dates and things were going pretty well between them.

At first Calypso had been worried that she had been too fast in her decision to ask him out, but after a while she had realized that Leo’s company was exactly what she needed. Not because she /needed/ to have a boyfriend, but because his company made her happy. They could talk about anything and everything between the earth and sky, they had a lot of fun even when they were bickering about whether blueberry cake was better than strawberry cake - which wasn’t a feeling she had known in the past - and most importantly, they understood each other. Both were loners who had some bad experiences with people who were important to them and both were trying to figure out what they wanted to do with their lives. And despite the mischievous surface, Calypso already knew that Leo was someone she could trust to keep his word. She could see it from for example the way he interacted with his work ‘family’ (Calypso had caught Leo calling Georgie his sister the other day when she had quickly dropped by at the garage), how dedicated he was in achieving his goals and how he still showed up at the coffee shop almost every day despite being busy.

“Leonidas,” Calypso had managed to make Leo confess his full first name and now she used it every time she wanted to chastise him. “You may be my boyfriend now…” The b-word made Leo grin widely. “... But I’m still going to have to ask you to try to be quieter because some of our customers don’t like the drumming.”

“Sunshine, not the Leonidas! That’s so cruel,” Leo fake complained. “I was just deep in my thoughts and you know I can’t help it with my random movements while I’m thinking…”

“Fine, then,” Calypso gave in. “What were you thinking?”

“How shiny your hair looks in this light…” Leo said with a low voice.

“Leo… please leave that talk to my off hours,” Calypso scolded him but couldn’t help but blush a bit.

“Okay, Coffee Princess,” he said but suddenly got more serious. “Listen, I do have some actual news for you. I just don’t want to tell it right now that you’re working.”

Calypso checked the clock. “Then you’re going to have to wait maybe 15 more minutes because I still need to take care of a few things once we have closed.”

“No problem. I can wait because Patience is my middle name,” Leo claimed.

“Leonidas Patience Valdez?” Calypso eyed him suspiciously. “Soon you’ll tell me that actually your name is Theophrastus Bombastus or something like that.”

That gave Leo a new idea. “Ooh, should we start a new game? Guess my middle name?” he asked enthusiastically.

“No,” Calypso said immediately. “I think we’ve had enough name games for a while. But maybe some other time.” Her mouth twitched a bit as she said that.

“Oh, alright,” Leo hid his disappointment quickly. “Well, I just wanted to let you know that I’ll be waiting for you outside once you’re done.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. And hey, just to be clear: I wouldn’t care even if your name really was Bad Boy Supreme. You’re still my weird but pretty great boyfriend.” Calypso smiled at him before he raised from his spot and waved her a goodbye.

... A bit later, Calypso joined Leo by a car he had recently obtained. It wasn’t the newest or fanciest but Leo had worked hard to make it function and even Jo had admitted he had done a great job with it. After getting the car Leo had taken a habit to drop Calypso to her apartment after her workshift so they had some extra time to talk - and more - which in Calypso’s opinion was a pretty sweet gesture, even if the make out sessions inside the small car sometimes got a little uncomfortable.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” Calypso asked when she was fastening her seatbelt.

“What… what would you say about working at Waystation?” Leo wanted to know, looking at the road instead of her.

“Huh? Cars aren’t exactly my area of expertise,” Calypso noted, wondering where he was going with his question.

“No, I don’t mean the car side,” he responded, shaking his head a little. “You do know that Emmie has a flower shop in the building as well, right? The thing is, she is getting closer to her retirement and an extra hand wouldn’t hurt her. I know you like gardening, and who knows, you might learn a thing or two from her. She knows a /lot/, trust me. You’ve told me you don’t really like it at the coffee shop so when I heard her talking about hiring someone to Jo… I was like, I gotta let Calie know about this.”

“So… did you already tell her I could be interested?” Calypso asked.

“No, because I didn’t know how you would feel about it. I think it’s better if you contact her personally; Emmie isn’t the kind of person who hires someone just because she happens to be her employee’s girlfriend,” Leo stated, and based on the earlier stories Calypso had heard of her, she could easily imagine that he was right.

“Yeah. That makes sense.” Calypso nodded. “I wouldn’t want to be hired for that reason anyway.”

“You already have a lot of experience in customer service and you’re interested in flowers and stuff so I feel like you could have a good chance,” Leo said, glancing at her briefly. “I mean… if you want to, of course! I don’t know for sure…”

“I’d love to!” Calypso exclaimed before Leo had time to finish his sentence. “At this point anything beats making a thousand cups of coffee per day. And, well, I suppose getting to see a certain someone during the breaks would be an added bonus,” she added sneakily. “I will make sure to contact her soon. Thanks for letting me know!”

“You’re welcome,” Leo replied. “I’ll have my thumbs up for you, babe.”

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t quite all, though,” Leo said after a while. “I’ve told you about my friend Piper, right? Well, she sings in a band and she knows a lot of people who play and study music as well… They have a gig nearby tomorrow evening and as it happens, I’m not working then so if you happen to have time… would you like to go and see them? And maybe we can meet with Piper and the others afterwards? I just thought, you once said you had enjoyed singing and playing but you had to stop… Well, maybe this could be your chance to get reacquainted with music. She could probably give you some tips too.”

“Do you think she would be OK with it? I mean, helping me out?” Calypso inquired.

“Oh, for sure!” Leo reassured her. “To be honest, she has been quite curious about you ever since I told her I have a girlfriend - it’s almost like she doesn’t actually believe I have one - so I bet she’d be excited to meet you.”

“Um, there’s one small thing, though…” Calypso noted. “You know Reyna, my coworker? From what I’ve gathered, she used to have a major crush on a guy named Jason, who coincidentally is now dating a girl named Piper. And I’m quite sure we are talking about the same Piper now because it’s not that common a name. Maybe I should ask Reyna first how she feels about me hanging out with her before I promise anything...”

“Ouch… Yeah, maybe you should. I don’t wanna cause issues between you and your friend.” Leo agreed.

“But hey, thanks for asking.” Calypso briefly lowered her left hand on Leo’s right one that was resting on the gear stick. “I’d like to meet your friends at some point, for sure. And I’ve never been to a concert so I would definitely love to see one!”

“You’ve never been to a concert?” Leo asked, looking surprised.

“No,” Calypso shrugged. “That was another one of those things that was a waste of time according to my father. But hey, there’s no one to stop me now!”

“That’s my girl. And I can promise that if you decide to go, you would have a decent company too.” Leo grinned at her.

“Hmmm… I still need to be convinced about that…” Calypso teased him. She wondered when she had become someone who flirts and jokes but she assumed that was the effect of the ‘Bad Boy Supreme’.

“Oh, I will convince you, alright,” Leo promised. Calypso couldn’t help but blush when she thought about the implications behind his words.

“OK, as long as we make it to my place first.”

A comfortable silence fell between the couple as Calypso took in everything they had just discussed. The more she thought about it, the more clearly she saw what she wanted to do with her future. She’d save money at a place that she was quite positive she would prefer over the coffee shop, hopefully find a way to get reacquainted with music - maybe with Piper’s help, maybe some other way - and eventually start studying whatever she felt passionate about. Maybe certain things would take a while to happen, but she was on the right path, and why would she have to rush anywhere when she had people like Leo by her side?

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