#it was so lovely in the cafe - quiet but with a bit of buzz

[questwithambition]

Viva preparation calls for a multiple café drinks

#it was so lovely in the cafe - quiet but with a bit of buzz #the sun was shining #and my work was v interesting #questwithambition #studyblr #studyspo #student #cafe #study motivation #univeristy #academia #engineering #stem #aesthetic #light academia

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: don't ask me why I did this.

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You keep to yourself. That’s the safest, the easiest way to live. You keep your head down, your eyes to yourself, your voice bottled up. 

You grip your phone as you approach the coffee shop. You stand on your toes to see through the painted windows and frown at the long queue. You won’t have to worry about that. Like everything else social, you’ve found a work around. 

You look at your phone, the app showing your order as ‘preparing’. It should be done shortly as the progress bar fills close to complete. You can bear the claustrophobia for a minute or so until it’s ready. 

You go to open the door but an arm reaches past you and does that first. You step back, patiently waiting for the other customer to precede you. They don’t move. You stare at their shoes. Dark blue velvet loafers with gold emblems on chains.  

“Go on, baby face, I got it,” the man’s voice makes your skin crawl. 

You shrink down and give a nod, throat clenching as you struggle to find your voice. You’re not much for conversation but you’re but impolite. 

“Thanks,” you force out without raising your head. 

You scurry through quickly, a bit to close to the stranger than you like, and you clasp your phone against your chest as you stand just away from the cluster of people awaiting their orders. You bounce on your feet as the noises join together to form a cacophony; the hissing steam, the clanging metal, the clinking porcelain, the calls of the workers behind the counter, and the buzz of the crowd seated or standing around the cafe. Sweat gathers on the nape of your neck as the chaos swirls a storm around you. 

You pull your phone away from the front of your pullover and check the screen. Should be ready any moment and you’ll be free of the circus. You adjust your grip on the phone, almost jittery as another customer joins the wait at the pick up window. 

You breathe out. It’s not usually this busy at this time. You have a routine. You can handle the expected. You order on your phone so you don’t need to talk to anyone. You wait outside until it’s almost done then come in too quickly claim your prize. But not today, something’s different and it’s throwing everything off. 

It’s only on Wednesday’s that you venture down to the cafe. It’s the halfway point of your week so you mark it with a taste of motivation. The same order every week. A London fog latte. Simple and affordable. Nothing fancy, nothing complicated. 

Your name cuts through the din, “...medium London fog.” 

You drop your arm to your side and set your shoulders. You march forward through the parting bodies ahead of you and reach for the cup. Before you can grasp it, someone else scoops it up. You nearly cry out in horror. Someone’s stealing your order! 

You turn to the tea thief but they make no move to flee. They hold the cup nonchalantly, turning it to read the sticker on the side, reciting the same name that just rose from the barista’s lips seconds ago. You face the stranger but again, your eyes are downward.

The blue loafers! 

“Cute name,” he comments as he holds the cup out. 

You once more try to take the cup but before you can, he has it out of reach again. Your lashes flick and your fingers twiddle helplessly. His large hand is firmly around the cup so even if you did try to wrestle it from him, you doubt you’d have any hope but to spill it all. 

You look around but no one else seems to notice. They’re all staring at their phones or talking with the person next to them. The staff behind the counter are too busy appeasing the rush of orders. 

“I’ve never tried one of these,” he taunts, “I’m more of a ristretto guy. Like my espresso.” 

You shake your head and rescind your hand, balling it against your fist. What does he want? Why is he bothering you? You said thank you. Did he not hear you? 

“Don’t get yourself in a tizzy,” he pushes the tea towards you, “there you are, sweat pea.” 

You hesitate. You slowly unfurl your fingers and reach for the cup. As you wrap your fingers around it, you can’t help but brush his. Thick and strong and unmoving. He clings to it for just a moment before he lets you have it. 

“Thanks,” you squeak again, this time louder so he certainly hears you. 

“You got a sweet voice,” he puts his hand on his hip, a glimpse of a shiny gold watch face peeking out from beneath his sleeve, “I’d love to hear more of it.” 

Your eyes round as you focus on the zipper of his thin jacket. You shake your head and meekly raise your cup awkwardly and dip your chin slightly. No thanks. 

You turn and weave your way back through the crowd. Your heart is thumping in your chest. What an odd encounter. 

More so, you’re dismayed that he saw you. That he noticed you. For years, you’ve done your best to be invisible. You prefer it that way. You don’t even think your neighbours know you exist. But that man, he seemed to see nothing but you. 

You push outside and nearly drop your cup. You try to steady yourself. You’re all knotted up and tense. You tuck your phone into your back pocket and bring the cup before you nose, inhaling the sweet scent of the foam. Something about it isn’t as soothing as usual. 

You turn down the pavement and wince as a sole scuffs close behind you. Suddenly, another set of steps walk next to yours, measured to keep in tandem with your own short legs. Blue velvet.  

You walk faster. Is he following you? Why? What does he want? He’s much taller, you can’t outpace him. 

“You know, when I said I’d like to hear more, I thought maybe over a coffee?” He suggests. 

You don’t say a word as you keep your eyes forward, squeezing your cup tight as you try not to swish it around too much. You’ve never had to deal with this before. Men don’t see you. There was a time you hated that but since, you were grateful for that. 

“I mean, I could do most of the talking, never had much of a trouble with that, jellybean,” he offers. 

You shake your head. Your throat tightens. You can’t speak. You want to scream but you can’t make a noise. 

As you get to the corner, you stop short. He steps past you but just as quickly catches himself and turns to face you. You gulp and look down at your cup. You can’t keep going. If you do, you’ll lead him right to your home. 

“What’s going on, sweetheart? You forget something? How about we head back and I’ll buy you something sugary to go with that?” 

You furrow your brow and step back on your heel. You bring your eyes up, a furtive glance at his face, brief and flickering. You just want to know what he looks like so you never see him again. 

His blue eyes twinkle, his nose is long but proportioned to his chiseled face, his hair is combed back, the sides shaved, and a thick swatch of hair lines his upper lip. He’s older than you, you know that much, but you’ve never good at gauging age. You’ve never seen him before but you can’t be sure. You don’t look at many faces. 

You pivot and cross the street without looking. You narrowly miss a bumper and get a honk in remonstrance. You can’t stop yourself. You’re panicking. You head down the next street as his footsteps follow. It’s all you can hear.  

As you pass a bin, you dump the drink. You don’t pause as it plummets heavily into the trash and you fall into a brisk half-jog. You pump your arms, puffing wildly, dizzy as you search for a saviour.  

You dash into the library. You don’t know what you’re looking for. Just for anyone to get this man to leave you alone. 

You don’t look back as you enter and head straight for the front counter. You’re out of breath as you approach the rounded edge and tap the bell frantically. A woman emerges from behind the window wall and she greets you with a confused chime. 

“Hello, can I help you?” She asks. 

“Yes, I need...” you gulp and glance at the doors. You push away from the counter and spin, searching. You don’t see the man. He’s probably waiting outside. But you never looked back. You never really saw if he was following. “I...” you turn back to the woman, “never mind.” 

You cross your arms and turn away. You cringe as you realise how ridiculous you must have seemed. Worse, you didn’t mean to bother someone just doing their job and over what? You’re own issues. You should go home, back to your reclusion, where you can’t be in anyone’s way. 

👄

When you finally muster the courage to leave the library, your journey home is slowed by your paranoia. You have your phone out, held up so you can see over your shoulder with the front camera. You watch the screen more than the sidewalk ahead of you. 

You get home without a second shadow. As you let yourself through the grated front door of the building, you can’t help but feel stupid. That man must’ve got the idea when you as good as ran in the other direction. You’re being dramatic. 

You close the camera and put your phone away. You waist six dollars in your frantic flight. You mourn the tea latte as the heavy inner door clunks shut behind you. You drag your feet up the stairs as your keys jingle on your finger. 

You apartment is at the very end of the hall. You enter and twist the latch. You slide the chain into place and hang the key ring on the little hook beside the door frame. You untangle your purse and leave it with your phone on the table in the corner. 

You shuffle the few feet to the front room and look around. You find comfort in the familiarity of your little apartment. Your hideaway. 

You go back to your desk and sign back in. You’re back later than usual but you can still make up the time. As long as there’s enough tasks left in the portal. You don’t have to let that man ruin your whole day. You’ll never see him again. In a few days, you won’t even remember him. 

👄

Wednesday. Halfway through the week.  

You scroll and click around your screen as you watch the clock in the corner tick on. Usually around this time, you’d be excited. You’d clock out for your break and go down to the cafe. As much as you looked forward to the treat, the walk alone was relaxing in its own way. 

Not that day. Despite your efforts to shrug off the strange encounter, you haven’t shaken it. So instead, the kettle boils as a bag of earl gray sits in an empty mug. You’re not going. Maybe next week. 

You’re a bit depressed but you’re too nervous to make the venture. Oh well, you’ll save a bit of money. You could find a different place next time. That might be easier. 

You stay logged in and claim a new task. Hey, you can be done work earlier if you can power through. You might even make a few extra bucks. 

The kettle clicks and you get up to pour the water. You leave it to steep, forgetting it for the screen before you. Your fingers tap endlessly across the keyboard, filling the silence as you zone in on the words, transcribing messy ink to Times New Roman. 

Your trance is broken by a sudden buzz. You sit up, the kink in your neck pangs. You need to stop hunching. The buzz comes again. Is that... It must be a mistake. It happens now and then, someone buzzes the wrong apartment. 

You get up as it sounds a third time and you shuffle down to the speaker box. You hit the button, “wrong number.” 

“No--” 

You let go of the number before you can hear the response. They buzz again. You sigh. You hit the button. 

“I’m sorry but you have the wrong number,” you repeat. 

“I don--” 

You release the button again and take a step back. Buzz! You’re getting annoyed. You hit the button. “Wrong--” 

“Got a delivery. 212.” The man’s voice drowns out your own, reciting your name after your apartment number. Your finger stays on the button as you frown. A delivery? 

“I’m not expecting a delivery.” 

“Are you...” he says your name again. 

“... yes.” 

Silence, filled with the low hum of the speaker, “so, can I come up or...?” 

“Uh, I guess.” 

You pull your finger away and hover it over the other. Maybe it’s from work? There was the one time they sent a cheap mass production travel mug with their logo on it as some incentive. A poor attempt at employee appreciation. 

You press down and hold until you’re certain they have enough time to get in. You wait by the door, ringing your hands. You hear the door at the end of the hall open on its old hinges and you peek through the peephole. 

You watch the fuzzy figure come into focus with each of his long steps. He doesn’t hold a box nor wear the uniform of a postal worker. No, he wears those blue leather loafers and holds a bright pink paper cup with a white lid. From the cafe.  

As he comes close, you get a pigeon’s eye view of the hair on his upper lip and his bold blue eyes. It feels like he can see you too as he stands smirking on the other side of the door. This can’t be real. 

He knocks and you wince as the door shifts in the frame. 

“Special delivery,” he calls through, “open up, baby face.” 

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #fic #dark fic #the quiet ones #dark!fic #series #the gray man

[ashdreams2023]

The new Umbrella Academy season is coming out and we need some Five content with his new look 😍. Anything okay including hurt/ comfort and fluff.

God why am I so slow nowadays but yes of course I love five 😩✋

Five hargreeves x reader

Better

He sat sipping on his hot cappuccino sitting on his table outside the cafe, it was still far from lunch break for employees and he was enjoying the emptiness of the place.

"Hello stranger" Ah it seems like like the quietness has gone all of a sudden, he looks up through his sunglasses and smirks lazily at you.

"You’re late" he says.

You tilted your head "And you changed…how long has it been?" You sat down across from him.

"Three years" He sipped on his cup "I didn’t know what you’ll like so I didn’t order anything for you"

"Three years ha? You’re taller now…also I like the new hairstyle, suits you more than the side bang" you chuckled. He sighed and looked at you, really looked at you.

"I would be lying if I said I haven’t missed your awful teasing" He says cooly.

"You also ditched ditched the shorts for good it seems I thought you were loyal to those things and the long pants were just a bit phase"

Five clicked his tongue "Don’t tempt me I still have a pair stocked away"

"No! The horror of skinny exposed knees!"

"Shut up"

"Love you too"

Eventually you two ordered lunch, the place buzzed with life shortly after, you couldn’t help but admires the changes, if someone had told you this is how he’ll look in a few years you would’ve laughed in their face.

Five, your only five now not dressed as some retired middle age man nor in a school uniform, but now in a nice tailored vest with longer hair that actually looked stylish and not annoyingly gelled.

"Liking the view?" He said in a sarcastic tone.

"Maybe…maybe I want to see what else has changed while I was gone" You smirked playfully resting your cheek on the middle of your palm.

He rubs his tongue around his mouth then pushes his plate away and leans closer on the table "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

"Would you like to show me Mr hargreeves?" You bit your lip leaning closer to him.

Five licked his from upper teeth then leaned back on his chair before grabbing his beverage and chugging it in one go "I haven’t seen you in three years and the first thing you want to do is ruin my look? How classical of you"

You shrugged "can’t blame me can you?"

He sighed before reaching his hand to yours "I missed you" he says bringing your knuckles to his lips "I missed us, I missed seeing your face, hearing your voice and being with you everyday" your heart raced with longing, it was the same for you, you’ve missed him so much but this was a new life, he needed his freedom before going back to you.

"Do you think we can still be the same?" You asked with desperation in your tone.

Five shook "not the same as before but better, better than we can ever imagine…it’s weird saying this after being this old"

"It’s ok old man, I still love you"

"Does that mean I’m given permission to take you back home?"

"Absolutely, but I want dessert first"

"You and your priorities"

#five hargreeves x you #five x y/n #five hargreaves x reader #five hargreeves x reader #five x reader #five the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #five headcanons #five hargreaves x you #netflix the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy

[butdaddyilovehim-hs]

The Divorce: Part II

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

Read Part I here

“What does winning the case even mean? How do you win a divorce?” Lauren asked Y/N confusedly. The small cafe was basically empty as the two women sat across from each other, talking in quiet voices. 

“I’m not exactly sure. I think he just means that he leaves the relationship with everything he wants to keep. I’ll try and ask next time I see him, but he doesn’t usually let me get a word in. The man loves the sound of his own voice.” Y/N grinned as Lauren laughed at her description of the CEO. 

“I can’t believe he wants you to go out on a date with him. He literally just got out of a relationship… he moves quickly.”

“It’s not a date! Is it? It’s just a congratulatory lunch right? Right?”

“If you say so Y/N.” Lauren giggled at the bright colour of Y/N’s cheeks as she came to the realisation that Mr Styles possibly wanted to go on a date with her. 

“I don’t know what it is,” Lauren continued. “But I do know that he had a reputation before he got married.”

“What kind of reputation?”

“He was a no relationship kind of guy. He would fuck women, normally not more than once, before moving onto the next one. It’s why the media went wild trying to figure out what made Sofia different. No one knows why he gave up his lifestyle for her. Just… be careful Y/N. I don’t think you know what you could be getting yourself into.”

Y/N opened her mouth to respond as her phone buzzed.

Unknown: How’s the case coming along?

Y/N looked quizzically at the text from the unknown number. After a few moments she realised there was only one person it could be from.

Y/N: Mr Styles, how did you get my number?

Y/N: The case is fine, but you do know that I’m only assisting on this right?

“Is that him?” Lauren asked. Y/N nodded sheepishly.

Harry Styles: I have my ways.

Harry Styles: Yes Miss Williams, I’m aware that you’re an assistant. I just prefer talking to over Robert.

“Ask him what he means by “win the case.” Lauren urged. Y/N shook her head at her friends eagerness before typing out a message.

Y/N: Well since I have your number now, can I ask a question?

Harry Styles: Ask away darling.

Y/N ignored the flutter of butterflies in her stomach at the nickname. 

Y/N: What exactly constitutes as winning the case for you?

Mr Styles: If I manage to keep our house, I count that as a win. I don’t care about anything else materialistic. Just the house.

Y/N: How come?

She watched as the 3 dots indicating he was typing appeared and then disappeared. After waiting, Y/N realised she wasn’t going to get a response. 

“It’s probably something super sentimental. Which is strange. I didn’t take him as the sentimental type.” Lauren mused, reading over Y/N’s shoulder. 

“Neither did I. But I’ve only met him once. I don’t know him at all really.” 

The topic changed after that and Y/N finished her latte, bidding Lauren a quick goodbye before heading to the office for the day. 

Sofia Styles, was quite possibly the most beautiful woman Y/N had ever seen. Cascading brown curls sat perfectly below her shoulders and crystal blue eyes made her look like she’d walked straight off a runway. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mr Styles stiffen as his ex-wife walked into the room accompanied by her legal representation. 

“Sofia thank you for joining us. We’re aware that this is a difficult process for yourself and Mr Styles so we’re hoping to make this quick and easy for the both of you.” Robert smiled as warmly as he could in an attempt to diffuse the tension in the room. 

“You can address me as Mrs Styles. It’s still my name.” Sofia sniffed and Y/N refrained from rolling her eyes. 

“Not for long.” Mr Styles bit out. Sofia seemed slightly taken aback by his tone, and her eyes glistened for a moment before she blinked the forming tears away. 

“Is everyone ready to begin?” Robert asked. After receiving, albeit disgruntled nods, they began dividing everything. 

Y/N quickly realised that Mr Styles stayed true to his word. He had meant it when he said all he wanted was their house. He offered everything over to Sofia, their dogs, two of their cars, their holiday home in Italy and the small apartment in Paris. 

“And now for the house Mr Styles currently resides in. It’s my impression you purchased this home before you met Sofia?” Robert asked. 

“You could say that.” 

Y/N raised her brows at the vague response, but one look at Mr Styles’ face told her that now was not the time for questions. 

“Mr Styles has requested the house return fully in his name although Sofia’s name was added to the lease after they were married. Do we have an agreement from both parties?” Robert looked in between the ex couple warily. 

“Hold on I don’t think-“ Sofia started to protest. 

“Sofia. Please. You know how much that place means to me. I can’t lose it.” 

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock as she watched the hardened man beside her plead with his ex-wife. What was it about this house that was so special?

“Please.” He said again. 

Sofia’s gaze softened slightly before she nodded once. Robert exhaled quietly at the agreement, rapidly pulling out papers for both of them to sign. Once everything was done, Sofia stood, gathering her things. She walked around the table to where Mr Styles sat beside Y/N and squeezed his shoulder. He flinched slightly at the contact, and at this, she removed her hand. 

“I’m sorry Harry. I really am. I want you to know that I loved you with my whole soul for a time.” Sofia said.

She waited for a few moments and when it became apparent that she wasn’t going to get a response, Sofia turned and left, her lawyer hot on her heels. Mr Styles had taken an apparent interest on the going ons outside the window, gripping the arm of his chair tightly. Robert gathered his papers and motioned silently for Y/N to talk to him, leaving her alone in the room with him. 

“Mr Styles? Are you alright?” Y/N asked softly, placing a hand where Sofia’s had been. Only this time he didn��t flinch. 

“I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be. I got what I wanted.” He removed his gaze from the window and looked Y/N in the eye. The eye contact made her slightly uncomfortable but she held his stare. 

“Well… it would be understandable if you weren’t fine. Sofia was a big part of your life.”

“And now she’s gone. I told you, everyone leaves eventually. Or I push them away. It was bound to happen and I’m ok with it.”

“If you ever need to talk about it I-“

“I said I was fine Miss Williams. I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Come on, we’re going to be late to lunch.” He stood abruptly, buttoning his jacket and opening the door for her. 

“Lunch? Now?”

“You agreed to come to lunch with me if we won. We won, hence the reason I’m taking you out for lunch. We have things to discuss.” 

“Mr Styles I don’t really have time for this right now. Perhaps another time?” Y/N waited with bated breath for his response. 

“Let’s go. There’s a car downstairs.” He continued as if he hadn’t heard her. Y/N sighed, following him into the waiting vehicle. 

Just… be careful Y/N. I don’t think you know what you could be getting yourself into.”

Lauren’s words echoed in her head as Y/N sat across from the rather intimidating CEO, picking at the pasta he had ordered for her. 

It had been a rather quiet affair since they had arrived at the restaurant and the silence was killing her. Y/N lifted her glass of water to her lips as Mr Styles finally opened his mouth to speak. 

“Have you ever thought about being a submissive, Miss Williams?”

Y/N choked on her glass of water, spluttering and coughing for a good while as Mr Styles watched, offering her a napkin, an impassive look on his face. 

“Excuse me?” 

“You heard me. I asked whether you’d ever thought about being a submissive. Personally, I think you’d be quite good at it.” He continued to stare at her, but a small smirk appeared on his face at her disbelief. 

“I’m not quite sure what you’re asking me or trying to suggest Mr Styles.” Y/N’s cheeks were flaming. She obviously found him extremely attractive (she did think his attitude could use some work) but this was ridiculous. This was a professional lunch! Or so she had thought.

“I’m wondering whether you would consider being my submissive. Surely you know what it is to crave a release so strong it has you thinking about it for days. Many things at the office are out of my control as much as I would like to say otherwise. For me, the bedroom is the one place I can know for sure that I’m in control and know that my partner is willing to give up their control to me. I need a distraction for a while; someone I can rely on to be there when I need them. It would be mutually beneficial of course. I’m told I’m quite a natural when it comes to that department.” His smirk widened, but there was something else in his eyes. Desire.

“I find you quite attractive Miss Williams. I have since the day you walked into my office all flustered. Having someone I can take to events would also be helpful so as to dissuade women who have recently heard of my divorce from making a move.” 

“So you want to own me. That’s what you’re saying.” Y/N finally found her voice.

“No. Well. Not completely. We could go somewhere more private for me to explain all the details.”

“You’re crazy.” Y/N pushed her chair back, ready to stand and leave but he grabbed her wrist. 

“Possibly. But deep down, I think a small part of you is curious. When was the last time someone touched you in a way that had you craving more? Ever wonder what it’s like to be tied up and letting someone else be in complete control of your pleasure? Have you ever had a guy make you come more than once? Or at all? I bet all this talk is making you wet isn’t it sweetheart?” 

Y/N heart fell to her ass at the way he called her sweetheart in that delectable accent of his. She had to admit he was right. Everything he was talking about had her clenching her thighs, craving a release. But what he was proposing was madness. 

“This is ridiculous. You’re ridiculous. You just got out of a marriage for god’s sake Harry.” Y/N didn’t miss the way he grinned at the way she finally used his first name. 

“Just… think about it.” Harry said, still holding her arm. 

“I have to go. Thank you for lunch Mr Styles, I appreciate it.” She wrenched her wrist out of his grip as she left the restaurant. She knew he had let her leave, if he had really wanted her to stay she knew her strength would have been no comparison to his. 

“Holy shit.” Y/N muttered to herself as she called a cab. When she had agreed to lunch she hadn’t known it would turn into this. 

Y/N’s head was spinning. It had been three days since Harry’s proposal and all she could think about was him. He had been radio silent and Y/N didn’t know what to make of it. She couldn’t be considering it… could she?

She had so many questions. Many of which she had typed out in a text to Harry himself, deleting them before she could press send. On this particular night, Y/N was quite a few glasses in to the bottle of red wine sitting on her coffee table as The Notebook played in the background. 

She was, once again typing out a text to Harry that she had no intention of sending.

Y/N: If I was to agree to this, you’re telling me you’d be using me for sex and as arm candy?

Reaching over to refill her glass, she groaned in frustration, as her phone slipped from her hand into the couch cushions. Y/N fumbled around blindly as she pulled it out, eyes widening at the delivered sign underneath her message. 

“Holy fucking shit.” Y/N whispered to herself as the delivered sign changed to read. She waited a beat. Then two. She sighed in slight relief as the three dots indicating a response were no where to be found. 

Then her phone started ringing.

Incoming call: Harry Styles

Y/N swiped across the screen with her eyes half closed as she tried to decline the call. The ringing stopped and she exhaled in relief. 

“Thank fuck.” She said outloud. “I did NOT want to talk to him tonight.”

“Talk to who?” The familiar low tones of his voice rumbled through her phone. 

Y/N was silent. She couldn’t believe she was this stupid.

“Miss Williams? Are you there?” Y/N could practically hear his smirk over the phone. 

“… Yes.” She mumbled out. 

“So it seems you’re considering my offer after all.” 

A/N: HiiI!!! I didn't expect to get another part out so soon but I'm so excited to hear your thoughts! What do you guys think is the reason Harry is so attached to the house? Are you liking the story so far? Let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

Read Part III here

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[darl-ings]

first snowfall | minwon

pairing: wonwoo x reader x mingyu

genre: fluff

warnings: not even a little bit edited

word count: 937

summary: in which you and your roommates spend the first snowfall of the winter season together

a/n: because it’s sunny in LA and my east coast heart misses snowy winters 

Your alarm buzzed away at 6am, set to wake you a few minutes before Seoul’s first snowfall of the season. At 6:05, you stumbled out of your room excitedly in your winter coat and pajamas before making your way to the living room. 

“Hot chocolate or coffee?” 

You jumped at the voice, quickly turning your head towards the kitchen entrance where it had come from. There stood your two roommates, mugs in their hands. You let out a deep sigh, walking over to them. 

“I didn’t know you guys were capable of being awake this early… also, coffee, please. I have an exam later.”

Mingyu got to work on your coffee while you and Wonwoo stood off to the side. 

“We knew you were getting up to watch the snow, so we wanted to join,” Wonwoo explained. 

“Roommate bonding time,” Mingyu added, handing you your coffee. “Should we go? It’s supposed to start at 6:15,” he suggested, ushering you and Wonwoo to the balcony of your apartment. The three of you stood shoulder to shoulder, mugs held tightly in your hands. Mingyu took his phone out, putting on some classical playlist at a low volume before sighing. 

“Way to set the mood, Gyu,” Wonwoo chuckled before taking a sip of his hot chocolate. A few peaceful moments of silence passed, the three of you basking in the music and the crisp wind. You eyes fell upon the city, waiting for it to be coated with a layer of snow.

And then, as if the world heard your thoughts, the first snowflake fell. Then the second, the third, until soon all of Seoul was covered by a sheet of snow. You reached out a hand, gathering the white flurries in your palm before folding your fingers on top. The feeling of the snow melting in your hand brought a grin to your face. 

Mingyu gathered some snow on his hand as well, the stuff melting immediately in his warm palm. He pouted, trying again to catch the snow without it melting. 

Wonwoo remained still, feeling the snow fall on his face. It tickled his nose, but he made no move to brush it off. Despite hating the cold, he appreciated the feeling off the snow on his warm face. 

“Do you guys know that old saying: About how if you’re in the snow during the first snowfall with someone you like, true love will blossom between you,” you randomly blabbered, unsure what type of reaction you wanted from your words. Another silence fell again, this time thick with unspoken tensions. Mingyu let out a harsh laugh, seemingly involuntary, since he was quick to grow quiet afterwards. For a while, no one made noise again. Your words rang in each of your heads, coating your thoughts in the way the snow covered Seoul. Eventually, an hour passed. Your mugs were empty. Wonwoo’s hands were shaking, and Mingyu’s phone buzzed twice. 

“It’s Dokyeom. He wanted to try this new cafe near campus before our class starts… Did you guys want to go?” Mingyu asked, his eyes slightly hopeful as he looked between you and Wonwoo. 

“I have an exam in two hours, and I promised Vernon I’d help him review before it,” you replied. 

“Yeah, I was going to go back to sleep. I don’t have class until 3pm,” Wonwoo added. Mingyu nodded, though an evident pout formed on his lips. You smiled at his expression, reaching your free hand up to caress his face. 

“We can get dinner tonight, okay? The three of us. You can pick where we go.”

Mingyu nuzzled against your hand, his head nodding slightly. “Sounds good.”

“Hey, I didn’t consent to this spontaneous dinner. What if I had plans?” Wonwoo questioned, his face attempting to look serious but his smile unable to fade. You turned towards Wonwoo, your hand moving from Mingyu’s face to grasp Wonwoo’s shaky hand.

“You don’t have plans because you love us.”

Wonwoo paused, his smile embarrassingly widening at your touch. He squeezed your hand. 

“Yeah, I do.”

As you and Wonwoo smiled at each other, Mingyu audibly cringed, mumbling something about needing to bang his head against the wall. You and Wonwoo laughed, Mingyu still muttering to himself as he grabbed yours and Wonwoo’s mugs and headed inside. After a few moments passed, you turned back towards Wonwoo.

“Sleep well, Won. I’ll see you later.” I love you and I want you to rest well.

“Good luck on your exam. I know you’ll do well.” I love you and I believe in you. 

“Hey, do you need a ride to campus? Dokeyom can wait.” I love you, let me take care of you.

The three of you went about your separate ways, Wonwoo going back to his room and you and Mingyu getting ready before leaving to go to school. Later that night, Mingyu took the three of you to a new restaurant in town, one with a menu full of your favorite dishes and an atmosphere Wonwoo loved. The night ended in the living room, the three of you cuddled on the couch under one blanket, watching a new Netflix show and sharing a bowl of popcorn. Occasional touches and glances would elicit smiles from each of you, a new tension filling the small apartment. 

And yeah, that old saying was probably bogus, but later that night you would all go to Wonwoo’s room to sleep since he had the largest bed, and as the night turned to morning, you all realized that a life without the three of you, was not a life at all. 

#wonwoo #mingyu #wonwoo imagine #mingyu imagine #svt imagine #svt fluff #wonwoo fluff #mingyu fluff #minwon #seventeen #wonwoo svt #mingyu svt

[jujutsukatsuki]

The plush leather seat welcomed you as you slipped into your usual spot. A sigh you held between your lips. He was going to show up soon. Your best friend, Eren. You needed to vent to him lately about how work sucked. You ordered both your and his normal coffees.

The bell of the cafe door dinged as the door was pulled open. The sound of the wind outside was quite strong inside the quiet little café. You watched as Eren walked in, hands stuffed into his pockets, hair tied back in a messy bun with strands flopping every which way. You smiled as you remember the day you met Eren.

You were suppose to be on a date, but you got stood up. So crying in a booth seemed more fun. Not really but here you were. Sniffling to yourself when a tall figure loomed over you.

“Hey, you good?” You looked towards the sound. The lighting behind illuminated him to look sort of like an angel.

“I’m okay. Do you want the booth? I’m sorry I’ll move.” You wipe your tears on the sleeve of your jacket and start to get up.

“Nah, it’s all good, can I sit with you?”

You nod before you can really think about the fact you’re crying and sitting with a handsome stranger. You took the time to finally look at him. Brown hair that was pulled into a messy bun at the back of his head, strands of hair hung down framing his face. His grey eyes popped in the café lighting, flecks of blues and greens that you could get lost in. His form normally would intimidate you but something about him comforted you instead.

“I’m Eren. Eren Yeager.” He smiled and gave you a napkin to dry your face.

“Y-Y/N.. Y/N Y/L.” You took the napkin and dabbed at your face.

“Well Y/N, why don’t you tell me why a gorgeous girl like you is crying?”

The way he looked at you made you feel like you were the only girl in the world. You noticed that his lips were slightly chapped. Unsure if that was for the cold weather outside or maybe a bad habit. You continued to analyze his face, His jawline was sharp, like it had been handcrafted by the gods. His appearance could be very intimidating, but it was like he had the aura of a puppy.

Eren sat there, looking at you. He waited for the answer for your tears. He ignored the buzzing phone in his pocket of his friends wondering where he had run off too after the birthday party for Historia.

You started to explain how you were suppose to be on a date with a guy but he stood you up. You told him how you knew it was silly to cry over. Eren countered that he understood and it wasn’t silly. You scoffed internally, like anyone could turn this god like man down.

He couldn’t help but notice the way your hands shook as you talked, how your eyes wandered down to the table. One thing led to another and you were spilling your life story to him.

You told him about your parents and how they fought, how you only saw your father cry once and it was when your mother said she regretted meeting him. You talked about how your dad told you that marriage was a waste of time.

Eren didn’t mind one bit, he loved hearing your voice, you comforted him in a way he didn’t understand.

Somehow you told him stories of your first boyfriend being awful to you, how your second one seemed like the love of your life but he unfortunately died before anything could progress.

He shared stories of his friends, how they were a bunch of misfits all stuck together. Mikasa the goth, Armin the brain. They sounded lovely to you.

So you shared stories of your friends. The ones who meant the world to you but you didn’t mean much to them. The ones who loved you but left so you could grow without them. Eren gently grabbed your hand when you talked about your parents divorcing when you were young. How messy and uncomfortable everything was. You even shared how mean your mom could be when she doesn’t approve.

The touch of his hands on yours was everything, it was like thousands upon thousands of electricity went through your body when you and him touched. Eren became your everything that night. You went as far as to tell him about your thoughts on yourself. That your heart was damaged beyond repair and couldn’t be returned because someone threw the receipt away.

It was like once you opened your mouth. You couldn’t stop. Neither could Eren. He loved talking to you about everything and anything. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he got to have a conversation this meaningful, he opened up about how his father was an asshole who didn’t care about him or his mother. How he cheated on his mom all the time, even had a older brother to prove it. Eren told you about how he saved Mikasa from a home invasion, that she came to live with them after.

Eren opened up about the nights he’s quiet, how he gets lost in his own weeded mind. The nights he forgets about anything that’s appealing about himself. How he feels like he loses his balance and falls into an abyss of thoughts that never seem to stop.

You share with him about the nights you trip over your own feet and stumble on your words. How your mind forces you to apologize over and over for the mess you made even if it wasn’t inherently your fault. Eren gives you a look that calms the screams of anxiety and worry.

You tell him that. That the way he’s looking at you seems to feel like a short cut in her labyrinth mind. A labyrinth you built yourself as a defense mechanism to protect yourself. The smile that shines on Eren’s face as you talk about how you feel like the only girl in the world when he looks at you. A smile that holds zero judgement or malicious intent.

By the time either of you are pulled from the trance of each other, it’s late. You’ve learned about Eren’s issues with his self image, the war he fights in his mind. The issues he has with feeling alone. That he feels like he’s in a wrestling match with himself, he feels like he’s always about to get pinned and wants to tap out but something or someone makes him keep fighting.

The two of you end up at Eren’s apartment. Sitting on the plush couch, you’re wrapped up in each other as you watch a random movie to make fun of together. A fresh layer of snow is coating Shiganshina.

Eren sits down across from you, a smile on his lips.

“What are you thinking about princess?” His voice is gentle as he talks to you.

“The day I met my best friend.”

Eren smiles and grabs your hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“That’s my favorite day babe.” You nod and smile at him, someday you’ll tell him you’re in love with him, but not now.

You can’t lose him.

#eren Yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot x reader #shingeki no kyojin x reader #snk x reader

[flower-biter]

8-14 April 2024

The partial eclipse Monday afternoon was so cool! I took my lunch break late so I could go sit in the park to watch it. I got myself a fancy coffee from the cafe down the block and set up camp in a park by some rose bushes. I took a timelapse video of the shadows turning to crescents but it didn’t turn out as cool as I’d hoped. Mostly watched the eclipse through a pinhole projection until some other folks who came to the park offered me one of their extra pairs of eclipse glasses. Even a partial one is so cool to witness - the light got really weird, the birds and insects were clearly uneasy, and the temperature dropped a little bit. Just eerie, but also a great way to connect with people over how neat it is to be in this big space rock together.

Doctor friend who had to Google what’s in honey mustard? He admitted to looking at the eclipse with naked eyes. Sir. I just. I can’t.

Solidly meh at trivia night, but we did win a gift card for a bonus question about the guy who recently set a world record for number of squats in 24 hours (it’s over 26,000, which, OUCH).

Work work work

I put down a deposit on my next tattoo! I’m nervous because I’m a baby about pain and this will be my biggest one yet, but I’m also excited. This is the artist; I love her style and am looking forward to wearing one of her pieces.

Haircut again. I welcome the fuzz and always feel so ✨clean✨. Buying my own clippers was a great idea, I love cutting it whenever I want (usually immediately after someone tells me how good it looks “now that it’s gotten longer.” Or in the words of my own father, “it looks better grown out, so you don’t look like such a dyke” [derogatory]) (filed under: phrases that make me buzz it another stop shorter just out of gay spite)

Made a flower crown for the ren faire on Saturday! I gave up trying to find something “historical” and am just going to wear a pretty sundress that I can’t wear to work and therefore don’t have many other opportunities to wear.

Renaissance faire was fun! We pet some baby animals, saw some cool performers, got neat crafts from the vendors (pretty snake bone earrings, really nice-smelling handmade soap), and paid waaaay too much for a decidedly mediocre food truck döner. Got a terrible sunburn across my back and chest (why, oh why, did I wear a low-cut dress and no hat? Oh right, to try to be cute. Am now a cute itchy lobster for my hubris) despite the layers of sunscreen (but somehow, thankfully, my face was spared)

…was fun up to a point. It was extremely crowded and I got hot and hangry and there was too much noise and people and I definitely had a meltdown coming on if I tried to stick it out. Thankfully the friend I went with - while she loves conventions and festivals and doesn’t really get why I need to get away - was very cool about me ducking out early and isn’t the type to take it personally that I’d had enough and needed space and quiet. It was also good that her mom and sister joined us, so she had another ride out of the faire and I wasn’t just abandoning her. Overall it was a good time, but I don’t think I’d go again.

Sunday was far more relaxed, we got to sleep in before heading to a nearby city for the day. Had a tasty brunch at a jazz bar, wandered around the cute little downtown (and encountered a sweet bookshop cat), then explored some historical gardens.

a long, varied week. lots of thoughts. not enough reading. hopefully next week will be a bit more chill.

Lots of pictures this week -

eclipse crescent shadows | stormy skies on a walk | chinese snowball tree at tryon palace gardens | climbing roses at the gardens | butterball annoyed that I interrupted his nap | banana pudding gelato (my favorite!) at the shop near my office | derby the bookshop cat | feeling called out by some bookmarks | european columbine | ren faire | baby goats! | smol rabbit! | staff spotlit by the skylight at the jazz club | weird pepsi propaganda | tryon palace gardens

last week

#i am: so tired #there is still freaking laundry to do #it may have to wait #my brain does not want to read anything lately!!! still!! #i got through a couple of short stories for my ghost stories class and they were good but anything longer is just not sticking #catalog of little joys

[zoemaywrites]

day in the life of y/n

Absolute pure fluff and giggles

932 words

TW: Harry being too cuddly

Waking up to a buzzing noise is never the way anyone wants to wake up, not even y/n. She rolled over, to find the source of this incessant noise, finding it was her phone, not her alarm, as she had previously believed. 

"Hello?" Her groggy voice sounded through the receiver. Harry always loved her morning voice, so sweet and innocent, just like her.

"Hey baby, did I wake you up?" He questioned, though clearly knowing the answer.

"No no, Harry, you're fine. What's up?" She sat upright, rubbing at her eyes and yawning. She looked over to the clock finding it was 11 am. She wasn't surprised, she had always been a late sleeper.

"I was wondering if you wanted to come over tonight? Order takeout, watch a movie, have some of that nice wine you like?" He questioned.

"Well, I have a super hot date tonight with my glassware and polishing, but I'm sure I could find some time to fit you in," she giggled in reply, looking across her dirty bedroom. She really needed to clean this place up, it was getting embarrassing.

"Well, if you can squeeze me in," Harry continued to play along, "I'm thinking 6.30 would be good? I will have chipotle all ready and dolled up for you."

"I guess I could do then, I'll see you later, yeah?" she teased.

"See you then, baby, love you."

"Love you too Harry." She ended the phone call and sighed. Right, she thought, time to get to work. 

She spent a few hours cleaning dishes and picking up dirty clothes from the floor, finally having made some progress around the apartment. It wasn't perfect, but it was acceptable. She found herself sitting at the table, a mug of coffee in one hand, and colouring pens in the other. Y/n wasn't an artist, that was for sure, but she always made cute little decorations for the cafe at Halloween and Christmas. She adored working at the Cafe, it was the best job she had ever had, and even though she knew this wasn't the career she wanted forever, she was happy to be there for the moment. It was her life, the cafe, she worked there, had friends there, and somehow, it felt like a sort of home. 

As it was only 2 pm, she decided to pop over to the cafe, it was only a ten-minute drive, and the coffee she made when she got there was worth it all. She sat in the car, put on some tunes and began driving, not forgetting the decorations she made earlier. 

Once she got to the cafe, she parked and headed inside. It was a quiet day, being a Tuesday afternoon. Nichola, the owner and mum to Violet, greeted her, a big warm smile on her face.

"How are you doing poppet?" Nichola asked, reaching round to hug her.

"I'm doing good thank you Nic, and you?" she replied, already making her way over to her favourite person, Violet, squeezing her tightly, giving her a quick peck on the head.

"Very good thanks, love!" she replied before going over to the counter to serve a customer. 

"How're you doing Vi," she asked, still encased in the hug.

"I'm okay, you know how it is with Luke at the moment - not fun."

"Aww, I'm sorry. Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?" y/n replied, sympathetic to violets situation, having been living through it with her.

"Tonight? After work?" She asked hopefully.

"I'm sorry, I have plans with Harry, but definitely tomorrow, yeah?" she responded, feeling bad.

"Ooh, that's fine, little miss I-love-harry-more-than-my-bestie," she teased. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, as she began to make her coffee. 

"Whatever," she giggled.

Y/n spent a couple more hours at the cafe, chatting to Vi and Nic, and helping out when the afterschool rush came about, before heading out to go see Harry.

She arrived at Harry's house, knocking on the door a couple of times before he opened up and greeted her with a big kiss.

"How's it going baby?" He asked, settling into the couch, a glass of wine splashing around in his hand.

"It's good, I saw Vi and Nic today, helped out a bit," she said settling into his lap, facing him.

"Mm, is that so?" he pecked her cheek, feeling very cuddly.

"Yeah, we talked a lot about Luke, you know, the luke. I honestly don't get why she's so involved with him, he's a dick!" She began to say before harry cut her off with a loud gasp. It wasn't often Y/n used coarse language, but he knew that meant she was serious about the subject. She giggled and gave him a soft slap.

"But he is, like he's messing her around all the time and talking shit about her to her friends," she was about to say more before harry began gasping again. She rolled her eyes and smiled at him.

"My baby," he slapped his hand over his heart, "my Y/n, using such horrible language about another human being? Who has she become? Where's my innocent baby gone?" He jokingly questioned, feigning a heart attack. She rolled her eyes again, for what felt like the millionth time in the past minute. And nuzzled her head into his shoulder, trying to stifle her laughter, albeit badly. He chuckled, kissing the side of her head.

"I'm only joking baby, Luke is a dick."

"Mhmm, and a mean one too," she responded lowly, tickling harry's neck.

"I know baby, I know," he responded.

#harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #dwd #harries #harry edward styles #celebrities #movies #harry edits #writers #author #fanfic #actors #abortion #pregnancy #teenagers #x reader #masterlist #imagine #female #female reader #angst #angst fanfic #angst and feels #loml <3 #fine line era #hs1 #harrys house

[fortune-fool02]

Heat Stroke

Tsukiyama Shuu x female reader

Summary: A heatwave hit Tokyo hard, and the affects took their toll on [Name]. 

As someone who suffers from Heatstroke myself, I wrote this for kicks. 

I am sorry if the quality is poor. Thank you for reading! 

Please enjoy! 

With the beautiful sunshine, the streets were more busier than usual. The parks filled with people eager to enjoy the clear skies and warm weather, as were the beaches and roads. Seeing as her work shift graced her with the day off during this weather, [Name] was more than happy to spend the day with Shuu. 

A breeze brushed through the park, scattering fallen leaves across the pavement as Shuu and [Name] walked, hands interlocked together, enjoying the peace together. With many of the cafes were packed, they continued to search for a place to sit and drink. 

“Mon Dieu, it’s so hot.” Shuu sighed, bringing a cloth up to his face to wipe away the little beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. His suit jacket slung over one of his shoulders as he walked, trying to cool down in some kind of way. [Name] hadn’t even bothered to bring anything like that, not thinking it was worth it. 

“I’m aware, love. The forecast did warn us of this.” She smiled, looking at him before fanning herself with a card she had bought, seeking some kind of relief from the beating heat. “We should look for some shade.” Despite it being early and not being that long ago since she woke up, exhaustion tugged at her muscles, trying to weight her down like bits of iron strapped to her body that grew heavier with each passing moment. She didn’t want to ruin the day out by complaining or cutting it short, and so kept her mouth shut about it. 

A dryness filled her mouth, each intake of air felt rough, her lungs unable to take a full breath. Soft buzzing brushing along the inside of her head, rubbing against her skull and massaging the sides of her head with blunt, rough fingers. It wasn’t pleasant, especially as it felt like something was pushing and prodding the backs of her eyes. 

Shuu noticed her discomfort and watched her, a flicker of concern tugging at him as he slowly pulled his hand back, noting how without his guide for support, [Name] seemed to struggle to walk in a straight line. 

“Mon amour? Are you alright? You do not look well.” Holding her hand, he brought his hand to her forehead, taking note of the sweat on her face and how her breathing was slightly ragged and quick. Worry tightened more in his chest, his mind jumping around to think of what to do. 

“Y-Yeah.... I... I just...” Her words failed her, unable to focus through her dizziness. Shuu didn’t waste a moment and carefully picker [Name] up, holding her close and moving through the shade, searching for something to help [Name]. After quickly rushing to purchase a handful of water bottles and finding a quiet place to settle her down away from the sun. Using one hand to help her take small sips of the water, he used his other hand to fan her with the card. 

“Come now, [Name]. I need you to focus on me, okay? Look at me, darling.” He spoke, his voice soft and comforting, making sure that she was alert and aware of her surroundings. That tugging worry didn’t fade away, instead, it rolled around in his stomach, twitching and tightening every now and again. His eyes locked on her, switching between helping her drink to checking her awareness. 

Thankfully, her symptoms didn’t seem to be decreasing. Not wanting to take a chance, he arranged a car to take them both to his manor for [Name] to get some proper rest and treatment. With a cold rag on her forehead, her temperature began to lower, much to his relief. 

“Shuu,” She hummed after taking a drink of water, “I’m sorry about today.” Shuu gave a soft chuckle, gently dabbing the cloth on her cheeks before pressing a light kiss on them. 

“Don’t be silly, mon amour. Your health is far more important than a day out.” He smiled, sitting beside her on the bed as he interlocked their hands. “You did give my heart quite a fright though.” A soft chuckle was shared between them at this. 

#shuu tsukiyama #tsukiyama #tsukiyama shuu #tsukiyama x reader #tsukiyama shuu x reader #tokyo ghoul #tokyo ghoul re #tokyo ghoul x reader

[hdtaejin]

⌇⌇ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 (𝐰𝐨𝐰) ↝ self para: evaluation day ↝ mentioned: npc(s) / wc: 1k

now that they're officially making debut preparations, it's like the very air has shifted in kiss studios. every room he walks in seems to be in some state of holding its breath, anticipation so palpable it sends a shiver through his skin sometimes. it's the way people's eyes have changed. he'll catch a glimpse of their face on the practice room mirror only to see intensity carved deep in their expressions, several shades darker than the usual focus they bring to lessons. there are other signs too. less goofing around during breaks, slower reactions to jokes, longer stretches of quiet where the music cuts and it's just the sound of their ragged breathing, each person in their own head, working on getting their wind back or mentally running through formations before someone gets up and turns the track back on.

everyone knows what this next evaluation means, the opportunity it holds. everyone is taking it seriously.

taejin too. from the day he walked into studio 4 with five other trainees, he's been clocking in late-night rehearsals daily just to keep up with the speed of their group practices. he's not blind. he knows where he falls skills-wise, and it's nowhere near the others, the trainees who have either been here longer or are just naturally more gifted. it hasn't even been a full year since taejin was making latte art in jeju-do, his biggest concern being whether granny miram down the street would approve of the recent changes to their cafe's menu (she didn't). realistically, he's only been in seoul for nine months. it's not like he's tone deaf or entirely without rhythm, but nine months of training can only do so much for a non-existent foundation. if he's going to pass this evaluation, he knows he can't rely on that.

⊹⊹⊹

it's d-day and taejin knows he should feel nervous, but he's not. he gently thumps a teammate's back as they heave over the toilet, jokingly saying that he hopes the room is arranged so that the judges are sitting far enough back—he may not be vomiting now, but he can't guarantee what will happen to the splash zone once they actually perform. he mimes throwing up, hands splayed from his mouth as he retches. the trainee chokes on a laugh and bats his arm away, calls him a crazy bastard. taejin just grins, utterly at ease.

when the six of them enter the evaluation room, the first thing he notices are the cameras. they're filming the whole process—they were recording during rehearsals too—and from start to finish, the whole process has been a trial run on testing how comfortable taejin can get with cameras. the answer being: a lot. like magnets, he finds his eyes constantly drawn to them, glancing at the circular lens when he should be looking at his form in the mirror instead—tossing it a wink, like it's someone standing on the side of the basketball court. feeling their stare and showing off just a little bit more because of it.

he does the same thing during the performance. switches between smiling at the camera to making eye-contact with the judges, fully immersed in the song's concept of a confident protagonist, loved by all. it's not hard, maybe because of how close it feels to the truth. he lets his body move on muscle memory and for once doesn't rush the entrance to his lines—a half song, half rap in the second verse. the thick synths and funky bass pour from the speakers and fill him up with sound all the way to his soles. has the song always been this good? taejin can't remember hearing the music as well as he does now. he shouts the chant section with the rest of his members, buzzing with energy and adrenaline:

what you gonna do, what what you wanna!

⊹⊹⊹

the feedback comes swiftly, while they're catching their breath and the music is still ringing in his ears. first the overall group impressions, then the individual critiques. when it comes his turn, taejin straightens his back and clasps his hands together at his front.

"i'll be blunt. skill-wise, you're the weakest out of everyone here."

jang hei-ran places her clipboard on her lap, the neat sweep of her hair brushing her shoulders with the movement. taejin's heard of her before, knows a little about how she evaluates as a talent consultant, and as expected, jang hei-ran's strict but fair. he didn't think he made a lot of mistakes during the performance, but as she goes through some of the details and points he'd missed, taejin finds himself nodding along, vaguely remembering his less-than-stable moments. he'll have to watch the recording later, all this in mind.

"what do you imagine the concept of this song to be?" choi yo-han asks, going straight into his segment once jang hei-ran had finished with her comments.

"i think it's a song about being empowered by a persona," taejin replies. he thinks back to the notes on his lyrics sheet, frayed from rough handling and scrawled all over with his terrible handwriting. "the lyrics talk about finding who you are and true desire within a gimmick. i imagined a character who lives a different life online than he does offline, someone who feels the most confident and free when he's creating his own world. like a popular streamer who's a bit of a loser in real life, maybe. the song's not just energetic, it's triumphant. it's youthful. it's earnest and attention-seeking." taejin pauses to grin. "not that different from a rookie idol, i bet."

choi yo-han leans back in his chair, clearly amused. he nods once, as if confirming something, then opens his mouth again. "the ability to express a concept to its fullest potential. the ability to draw the audience's eyes to you, no matter where you stand on stage... skills can be taught, but musicality, star power—those things are much more elusive." choi yo-han smiles wryly. "you're an interesting character, yang taejin. i look forward to seeing where all that potential goes."

#hd:events #hd:prep #⌇⌇ self para

[neonpaperlanterns]

Under the same Moon

[part two]

A/N: I said it in the tags but I'll say it here to, this work is heavily inspired by everlasting rain-fall. They created the pages au and with their permission I am posting this on my tumbler. Also you should totally check out their Tumblr. Minors do not interact. That is not a place for you. Stay away.

Noor was excited, she was happy. She had finished the final installment of her first book series. Under the same Moon wasn’t the most high brow novel out there. It was a cheesy, maybe a bit predictable romance. But it was hers and the fans that she had accumulated over the years, well she loved them. 

Letting out a sigh she looked over the book she had spent the last six months writing. It ended with a wedding. After all the pining Noor has injected between the characters of Junko and Sota she thought that them finally being together was a nice ending. She was still a bit unsure about the small epilogue chapter. Though it was too late to change her mind she was still iffy on it. Fans had begged that Junko and Sota have a family. They wanted to see their relationship come to a certain fruition. So for the people that had gotten her here she relented. 

Sighing Noor sat down at her desk, her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She was ready to start on another book.

What was she going to write?

She wasn’t sure.

But as she was about to jot down ideas her Den Den Mushi went off. Absentmindedly she picked up the receiver. Her pencil tapped rhythmically against the wood.

“Hello?” she asked as the other end was oddly quiet. That caught her attention. “Um hello?” she asked again. No one answered, there was only silence. Hanging up she pushed what just happened from her mind. It wasn’t the first time she got a bizarre call.

It was easy to forget.

So when she got another call a week later she answered without hesitation.

“Hello?” her brows furrowed as she heard someone breathing. Noor sighed and felt her shoulders slump. “Alright, I’m going to hang up now.” she heard a choking sound on the other end.

“Don’t you dare hang up on me again.” she felt her heart plummet into her stomach. The voice was high pitched and the words came out as a dangerous plea.

“Do you know how upsetting it was for you to not even let me speak last time? You didn’t even give me a chance.” her legs felt like jelly and she had to lean against the counter. She should cut the transmission but her brain wasn’t working. The caller let out a heavy sigh.

“It’s alright though. I forgive you. I understand that you didn’t mean it. I know how much stress you're under right now.” Noor’s ears were buzzing. “Being pregnant with that bastard’s child-” she interrupted the man on the other end.

“You have the wrong frequency.” she slammed the receiver down. The poor snail’s eyes went wide and then shut down. Clutching at her chest she had to sit down. 

Trying to push that interaction from her mind proved much more difficult. She didn’t get another call but the feeling of being watched started to permeate her entire life.

Going to the market left her feeling like every slightly darkened corner held a thousand eyes.

She decided to go to the new cafe that opened and she could swear she felt someone breathing over her shoulder.

Hanging her laundry out on a beautiful day left her with the feeling that someone was just behind the billowing sheets. 

The only place she felt like she wasn’t being observed was in her own home. It was the only place she felt safe but that was gradually being taken away from her.

Notes were being stabbed into her door. Or slipped under her door. Some of them were absolutely ineligible. The paper looked like someone had cried over it, the ink smudged and ran down the page. Then there were the ones that she could read. 

They were mad at her.

They needed her.

They hated her.

They loved her.

She broke their heart and deserved to die.

But they forgave her and they were going to take care of all of her problems.

She burned every last note. New ones would appear and she didn’t read them, just burned them. She started finding trinkets on her bedroom window sill.

She stopped sleeping in her bedroom.

Noor felt something break inside her when she opened her door and there was a horrifying pulsing mass of flesh. She had slammed her door shut and vomited all over the floor. She moved that night. Took what she needed and crawled through the window. 

She got a blissful three months until she woke up one morning with a note placed on her pillow.

I don’t need you to have legs.

Noor didn’t know what to do. They found her and she knew if she ran again they would still find her. And while the note was short it got their point across.

She stopped leaving her house. Stopped leaving her room. Instead she layed curled up on her floor staring at her ceiling. Watching the fan spin languidly as the sun passed outside. She didn’t know what she was supposed to do. 

How was she supposed to live like this? That thought plagued her as she drifted to sleep that evening.

Groggily Noor woke that night with aching limbs but feeling oddly coddled. She didn’t remember her bed being this comfortable. Letting out a soft sigh she burrowed further into the mattress. Sleep was about to take her again when there was a shifting feeling underneath her. Something cool slithered over her body as smooth feeling tendrils grasp her wrists. 

Noor has never snapped into lucidity so quickly. Surging upward she felt herself sink further into her bed. 

“Oh you’re awake.” The voice raked across her ears uncomfortably as her head turned sharply. Chest heaving and eyes wide she peered through the gloom of her room. Squished in the doorway was a pale grinning monster. Sharp teeth caught the little light that filtered through the room. 

“I wasn’t expecting you conscious so soon.” he let out a tsking sound as he crawled closer. A scream caught in her throat as she tried to throw herself towards her window. But she can’t move and the thing holding her shifts again. A jagged smile encompasses her vision and she feels her heart plummet into her stomach. A horrid shadow version of the grinning monster is looming above her. 

“Trying to leave?” She hears him laugh as tears well up and roll down her cheeks. Her mind was racing and she didn’t want to look at him. Didn’t want to see whatever he was going to do to her.

Was he going to kill her?

Torture her?

“Why are you crying? I haven’t given you a reason to do so yet.” Her breath caught in her throat as his hand came up to wipe her tears away. Almost gingerly he grabs her chin and turns her to look at him.

“I can give you a reason to cry later. But first I need to get you home.” His hand trailed down her neck and over her chest to come to rest on her abdomen. His fingers tapped along the flat planes of her stomach. A high pitched hum leaves him as he suddenly digs his nails into her skin.

Noor yelps in pain and tries to squirm away but he doesn’t let her get far. His grin dripped with malice as he chuckled.

“We need to take care of your little problem after all.”

#one piece #original female character #inspired by every lasting rainfall's one piece pages au #pages au #gecko moria #I am in fact not attracted to this man #he's just pathetic #yandere elements #delusions #yandere themes #implications of dealing with pregnancy

[vivvangel]

new year, new me ! | PART ONE

synopsis: in a span of two years, sunghoon, the "sweet face devil", or that one ridiculously good looking every uni has (or we wish had), changed so much that most believed he was putting up "a good boy act" to stay out of trouble. turns out, it was a part of his new years' resolution to win you back.

warnings: sunghoon x reader, terrible take on humor, angsty, plot moves a bit fast, sunghoon slander, pregnancy jokes, sunghoon and y/n are both pathetics in love.

viv's note: had to split it up cause it's too big (no double meaning intended..) also part two will NOT be released.

the human heart breaks sometimes.

sometimes it heals pretty quickly with the span of time, and other times, it stays in its broken state.

you weren't sure where you were in that zone after your sweet long-term highschool boyfriend kissed someone in front you during the last year of uni.

sunghoon had changed a lot throughout the years, but, for as long as he could remember you were his everything. one drunk fuck up at jake sim, his bestfriend's party and your mutual friend, ripped everything he had and loved in a matter of days.

it all started when sunghoon was invited to a party, not just any party, the "best" and "never seen before" type of party as jake claimed. there would be nothing sunghoon regrets more than going to this stupid party. long story short, sunghoon and you went to the party together, you left him alone, as in you left his side for a bit to catch up with your girlfriend, yunjin. there would be nothing you regret more than doing so. sunghoon got completely drunk and gives into the advances of this random girl— kissing her, in front of everyone, in front of you.

sunghoon's friends separated the girl from sunghoon, who was completely oblivious to what just happened as you left the party, immediately. that's how you two broke up. you two never said you broke up, but let's be honest — everyone, including you and sunghoon, thought this was over.

that was over a year ago, though. you haven't heard about sunghoon in these past 12 months, except for an occasional "he's doing pretty good for himself now" whenever you and jake caught up with life.

your phone buzzes. you assume it's yunjin, or chaewon and check.

"what the fuck..?" you thought to yourself, munching on the bag of cheetos you opened to accompany you while you watched your favorite romcom. "THIS IS NOT FOR REAL WHAT THE FUCK— okay NO, be cool, I'm over his ass, be nonchalant!" you say to yourself as your fingertips dance around the keyboard, trying to merge words to form some coherent sentence that isn't "omg hoon texted me🥺"

you would be lying if you said your heart didn't skip a beat.

so 2 days later, you did wear something cute and go to the cafe where you're supposed to meet him.

it was awkward. quiet, and full of awkward forced laughter. you never would've thought the lively conversations of random nonsense, laughter & banter would turn into — whatever this was. "so y/n..." sunghoon tries starting a conversation, warily. you look at him, not saying anything. "i know i'm a fucking jerk for saying this after all these years, but i'm sorry, you didn't deserve what i put you through"

silence. sunghoon tenses up a bit.

what do you even say to that? "thanks for being sorry"?, "oh no, it's fine"? but it isn't fine, and you're not thankful. "i mean, we don't get to control shit like that, do we? i'm sorry too for being too timid to say anything back then." you finally muster up the courage to say that, your eyes almost melting into his. everything in life changed, except this. his eyes. still warm, still full of love. you see it, feel it, but don't know what to do about it.

"why are you apologizing, y/n? it was all my fault anyways i should've never gotten drun—" he sighs, trailing off. "all i'm trying to say is, i know i'm not worthy of your forgiveness but you're still my world after all of that. i know it's selfish for me to ask because i'm the one who fucked everything up but, y/n, i'll always love you"

"we never fell out of love, did we?" you say, chuckling sadly afterwards as a tear rolls down your face. "y/n, please don't cry, you're the only one i've ever loved in my life, you know that"

"would it be crazy if i kissed him?" you think to yourself —

"sunghoon, will it be crazy for me to kiss you?" you blurt out, as sunghoon's eyes widen, but a small smirk forms on his lips. "you know what else is crazy? how much i love you" and with that,

his lips, on yours.

... TNBC ! | PART 2 (✖️ !)

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[tfsroleplay]

Murray Sweets is closed for the day, stopping Adria from asking to speak with Cordelia. There's a lot of questions left unanswered, and while she doesn't want to overwhelm her agent, Adria does want to at least make sure she's okay.

Cordelia's phone buzzes a few times beside her, she only looked at the screen briefly to check who was texting her, and if it was one of her fellow agents or the Captain (minus Arius), it went unread. She leans her chin on her arms, sitting outside her bedroom and on the balcony that looks out towards Inkopolis Tower.

"Knock knock."

Her mother opens the door to Cordelia's balcony, announcing her presence first. When Cordelia had come home the previous day, she went straight to her room and was not exactly chatty when dinner time rolled around. And when Cordelia asked for the next few days off from the cafe, they could tell something was off.

"I made you something to eat."

Meredith sets down a plate on the table beside Cordelia, the small inkling looking at it. It's an apple crisp (or crumble as some would call it) with a little scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. Something Cordelia always requested when she was younger and upset.

"...Thanks."

She doesn't reach for the plate, instead continuing to look out at their city. Meredith sits down beside her, silent. Cordelia isn't wearing an eyepatch like she normally does, she's at home and has no need for it.

"...Would you like to talk about it?"

Her mother offers her a listening ear, but Cordelia only shakes her head. Oh well, Meredith knows better than to push her. She hums, looking out at Inkopolis with her daughter. It's quiet, the wind rustling the leaves of the trees, birds chirping... the occasional sound of Cordelia taking a bite of the dessert her mother made for her...

"...I... I did something by mistake..."

She finally says after a good while of the two of them sitting together, Meredith just looking at her. Cordelia slowly points to her eye, her mother's eyes widening slightly.

"...How much did they see, love?"

"Everything. Me and a friend were using different turf weapons for practice against each other and he accidentally broke the eyepatch I was wearing yester. And in my panic to keep cover..."

She makes a motion to her back tentacles, her mother gently folding her hands together as she listens. Cordelia leans back in her seat, covering her eyes with her arm. She can't exactly tell her mother about the NSS, so she stretched the truth a bit. Meredith bites the inside of her cheek lightly, trying to think about what to say.

"...I see..."

Meredith doesn't say much else, Cordelia wasn't sure what she was expecting when she told her. But it's at least a small weight off her chest. Cordelia buries her face in her arms, her mother taking that as a sign she ought to give her daughter her space.

"...I love you, baby. And so does your father."

Cordelia listens to her mother's heels clicking on the balcony and the door closing behind her.

"...I don't understand it either..."

{ CORDELIA MURRAY IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE TO SPEAK WITH HER FELLOW AGENTS ON THIS BLOG }

#in chara: cordelia #((just as it says at the end... cordelia will be much more closed off for a little while)) #((you can still indeed ask cordelia things but as for appearing with her fellow agents??)) #((she's going to be hiding from them for a lil bit)) #Cordelia V: Default

[tommyspeakycap]

Long distance relationship with Robbo where you’re in Glasgow and he’s in Liverpool 💔 yous have an argument and he ends up driving up in the middle of the night to apologise 💗 v angsty and then v fluffy please xxx

uprooted plans

i couldn’t think of a good name for this one so the title is crap but i hope you enjoy! lots of angst, fluff will be in part two sometime soon :) x

andy tells a large white lie to protect a surprise for you, but in doing so has uprooted both of your future plans

“He’s gorgeous,” you mumble softly, letting the brand new baby boy your best friend has only recently returned home with grasp onto your finger with his tiny little hand. “Aren’t you adorable.” You coo, allowing him to be passed over to you carefully to babble baby noises in your arms settled on the couch.

She immediately takes a million pictures, giggling at the way her little boy looks up at you in wonder, gripping tight to your finger. You spend the entire day there, changing nappies, doing bottles and dangling little baby toys in front of him to make his eyes light up. Your heart feels so full with a little baby in your arms.

The buzzed feeling in your stomach exists the whole way home on the bus, excitedly waiting to phone Andy and tell him all about your day like each of you do every single evening. You met him on a random Thursday in summer when he was home visiting his family for the off-season. You were still in uni at the time, just finishing your third year when you met him in a cafe. There was a last minute assessment needing done and your flat mates were having a party for the end of the year so you couldn’t do work there. You came to the cafe and every seat was full bar the booth he sat in, and though you would usually have been far too anxious and far too quiet to even consider asking, this assessment needed done and it needed done now.

He looked up quickly when you nervously cleared your throat and mumbled a hello. He was pouring over some papers that you now know with hindsight was a draft his book. When you anxiously fumbled out the ask you sit in the other side of the booth, he immediately nodded, shifting some of those papers so you had some room on the table and you worked in silence for a bit. Minutes turned into hours and before you knew it, you got to talking. You told him about your degree and he spoke briefly about what he did for a living. The rest is history, you traded numbers and fell in love while he was home,

The only issue was that your job and studying kept you in Glasgow and his kept him in Liverpool. It wasn’t necessarily an issue, one of you always willing to travel and make the phone calls and do facetimes to talk about each other’s days. Summers were spent lazily lounging by pools that felt miles long and glistened under glorious blue skies and burning sun. Well, you lounged yoder the sun while Andy hid beneath the sun umbrella attached to the lounger. He always came home in the winters for Christmas with his family and now he spent it there with yours too, but going on two and a half years of your relationship, you wanted to be with him more.

He just hadn’t asked you to move down. Of course he had before, usually in the rush of the moment or some passion filled haze but he hasn’t asked in months and you feel as though bringing it up would be far too pushy.

Your phone buzzes in your hand, excitedly enticing you to look at it hoping it was Andy, but instead seeing that your friend had tagged you in an instagram post.

The picture was of you and her son, you smiling down at the baby boy as he coos up at you.

“Little mans first time meeting his Auntie (y/n)! @/andyrobertson, she’s a natural!”

A giggle parts your lips as you double tap the picture, dropping a red heart and a winky face in the comments as you laugh at her tagging Andy just before your bus pulls up to your stop.

It’s pretty much the moment you step off that instagram disappears from your screen to replace it instead with the picture of Andy you have saved for his contact along with his name across the top of your screen.

“Hi!” You cheer down the phone, beaming as you turn the corner towards your flat despite the cold rain threatening to fall above you. He seems uncharacteristically quiet on the other end before you hear a door closing firmly. “What was that about?” He snaps sharply, immediately catching you off guard. At first, you humour the idea he may be joking until you hear no laughter in the other side of the phone. “What was what?” You query confusedly, “I just said hello?”

Andy sighs, his irritation clear despite being many miles away from you. “Not that, i mean that post. Why would she say that?” He grumbles, prompting you to furrow your eyebrows while you stick the key into the lock of your front door, your phone tucked between your ear and shoulder as you shove it open and emerge into your apartment. “What?” You ask, almost a little exasperated. “The caption? It was just-.” You try to force a soft laugh that seems to do nothing to soothe his anger for whatever reason, he just cuts you off.

“Are you pregnant or something?” He pushes harshly. making you recoil in a flinch of some kind despite the fact he can’t see you. “What? No of course not Andy. It was a joke.” You refute. Your hands have begun to shake, a lump forming in your throat.

“Thank god.” You hear him murmur to himself.

Your heart sinks. “What do you mean ‘thank god’ Andy, what if i was?” You press carefully, voice quivering as your heart thunders. Kids was a conversation you’d had before, usually in the wee hours of the morning curled up against his chest; talking on and on about kids names, about drawing straws when it came time because he thinks Andrew would be a good name for a boy but you already had a few preferences in mind. You had thought you were on the same page.

“Well you’re not, so it doesn’t matter does it?” He shrugs, casually scuffing his feet on the ground beneath him. You cant understand why he’s so frosty right now, why this words are all snapped with such ferocity. “It definitely does matter.” You refute, “I thought we were in this for the long run?” Your voice sounds almost as argumentative as his, just far more hurt and much more worried. “Yeah,” he shrugs again, “But we barely even see each other right mow. It’s not really time to be talking about commitment like marriage and babies eh?” Andy counters easily, coldly almost.

Your jaw drops open. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Andrew?” You snap, mind fizzing a mile a minute.

Not a time to be talking about commitment?

He’s got someone else, hasn’t he?

“Look we’re not having this conversation right now okay?” Andy grumbles, “I’m busy.”

“You called me!” You yelp, tears bedding in your eyes.

“Yeah,” Andy sighs irritatedly, “But only because your friend put up a completely inappropriate post (y/n)! If you want a sparkling ring and a big house full of babies then you’re looking in the wrong place. I’ve got much bigger, far more important stuff going on right now okay?” He nips harshly. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, allowing those tears to slip down over your cheeks.

“Bye Andrew.” You choke, thumb slamming down on the end call button before he can get the chance to say anything else. Your phone is chucked down on the couch, hand cupping over your mouth as as sob breaks out of your mouth.

He definitely has someone else.

“Hello?” Andy calls loudly into the phone, “(y/n)? You there?”

“You are the biggest, stupidest idiot i’ve ever met Robertson.”

Andy turns around quickly, sparing a look down at his phone to see you had in face hung up before stuffing it in his pocket and turning his gaze to face a scowling James Milner and a glaring Trent, arms folded over his chest with his eyebrows set in a firm frown. You’ve met the team many, many times. Each and every single individual loves you but maybe no one more than Trent. He always jokes about how you’re like his work mum and dad. He’s been banging on to Andy about tying you down for months, barraging him to get a ring, get you here, get married and make a home with you.

“What?” He asks, eyebrows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. “What did i do?”

James lunges forward, smacking Andy upside the head forcefully. Andy yelps out, hand immediately raising to rub the sore part of his head. “You just about ruined everything you’ve got with her!” Trent snaps, his glare firm. “What the fuck are you thinking? You do want to marry her, you do want babies with her!” He explains angrily, arms waving around emphatically. Andy nods in obvious agreement, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Of course I do, you know that.”

“Then why did you lie!”

Andy doesn’t answer verbally, instead stuffing his hand into his kit bag and produced a little black velvet box that is easily flicked open with one swell movement of his strong thumb. Inside it glistens the most beautiful yet simple gleaming diamond either have ever seen. Trent makes a distant reminder to seek out Andy to get his jewellers number when the time came for him to start thinking about buying engagement rings. It’s clearly handcrafted, touched up to perfection until it was the absolute spot on image of what Andy wanted it to be for you.

“It’s a secret for Christmas. I bought us a house too, it’s beautiful. Big garden, perfect because she wants kids.” Andy shrugs with a subconscious smile at the thought of it, his tone slightly hushed as though you may hear him from Glasgow. “Mate,” James cuts in, “Do you realise what you just did? You pulled a Chandler Bing.” He states emphatically, making Andy’s jaw drop. He’s seen friends, of course he has. He knows exactly what his club vice captain means when he says those words.

“Wait you don’t think-” Andy is cut off by the look James shoots him. “I do think. Mate you need to go. Now.”

“Oh fuck.” Andy curses, scraping his bag off the floor, snapping the ring box shut and making a break for the door. “And go fast, Andy!” Trent yells after him, “You do not want to let this one go.” He says firmly. Andy nods, his eyes solemn as the thinks of how stupid he’s been. He just wanted this to be a surprise for christmas, make it the happiest one you’ve ever had and he panicked when you brought this idea up to him. He didn’t want to ruin the surprise and now it’s very possible he’s ruined your entire relationship. Of course he wants kids and a big house and a family with you, in fact that’s actually all he’s ever wanted.

“I know, I can’t live without her.”

James gives Andy a pat on the shoulder and a sorry smile, hoping with everything crossed the Scottish man can win back the love of his life.

It’s just like he always says. Made in Glasgow, found in Liverpool, but only ever really at home with you.

#andy robertson #andy robertson x reader #andy robertson imagine #andy robertson imagines #footie fics #football fics #footballer fics #football imagines #footballer imagines #liverpool imagine

[starglitterz]

Hello! May I have some fluffy headcanons of Childe, Zhongli, Venti, and Xiao taking care of you when you’re sick? Thank you so much and have a lovely day ❤️

thank u anon! i hope u have an awesome day too :D

one order of a donut coming right up ! i hope you enjoy it, and ty for ordering from quill's dessert cafe 🍧

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

🍩 genshin boys taking care of you when you're sick

feat; childe, venti, xiao, zhongli x gn!reader

warnings; mention of medicine, not proofread

childe.

childe, the 11th of the fatui harbingers, a man whose name is whispered reverently on the lips of the fatui members who respect him greatly, a man who is feared across teyvat for his bloodthirstiness and renowned for his eagerness to fight, is also the man standing in your kitchen and making you hot soup.

ajax grew up with many younger siblings, so he definitely has experience taking care of a sick person. since you're his s/o, he'll treat you with the utmost care, showing you the tender side of himself he hides from everyone else.

first off, childe will definitely going to scold you if you try to get out of bed, but not in an angry way? it's in a very concerned way, so he's hoping you can realise that and not be upset with him. something along the lines of - "ajax, i've got to go do my commissions." "no way! you're staying in bed, boyfriend's orders." "last i checked you aren't a doctor." "last i checked you're still sick, so go lie down." if you still refuse, he'll pout at you, "please? for me?" he knows the unstoppable power of his puppy eyes, and he also knows you get completely swayed whenever he uses them, so he tends to utilise the adorable expression to his advantage when he can. being a harbinger means that he treats everything like a battle and always knows how to get the upper hand - perks of the job?

if he wasn't a wanted criminal in literally every country in teyvat, childe would go get medicine for you from the nearest pharmacy, but unfortunately, he is. hence why he disguises himself in a huge overcoat and messy blonde wig to try and appear more normal - who's going to tell him it only makes him stand out more? either way, he manages to get the medicine for you, although he'll quickly brush it off if you ever ask why he has a wig lying around when you recover.

overall, if you ever fall sick, childe is an amazing nurse to have, as he actually knows how to cook, gets you the right medicine, and you'll be back on your feet in no time. once you're well though, expect a lot of cuddles from tartaglia, as he claims that he needs to make up for the few days he was deprived of your touch.

venti.

venti may be the (ex)-anemo archon, but he has absolutely no clue how on earth to nurse a sick person. that doesn't mean he isn't worried about you though! as soon as he realises you've fallen ill, he brings you to the cathedral, and begs barbara to heal you. the deaconess is slightly suspicious of venti after what he did to the holy lyre, but she can see the genuine concern in his blue-green eyes, plus it's her pleasure to help others, so of course barbara accepts his plea.

even though he isn't actively healing or nursing you, venti still stays by your side the entire time. in fact, venti stares suspiciously at literally every single thing that the nuns bring to help you, questioning them and ensuring it is of the highest possible quality, because he only wants the best for his windblume. he's also always buzzing around you, a bit like a bee, flitting from side to side to make sure you're alright. in fact, the only way barbara could get him to sit still and keep quiet was by threatening to kick him out because he was hindering your recovery.

since venti pretty much has nothing to do except drink, play songs at the plaza, and relax his days away, he spends all of his time with you. most of the time you're half-asleep, which according to barbara is normal because you need as much rest as you can get. however, venti worries that you'll get bored, and so he sings to you, strumming his lyre gently from his seat beside your bed. his mellifluous voice helps ease you into a deep sleep, with a small smile curving your face. when you recover, venti claims it was mostly his singing that cured you, and barbara only did a quarter of the work.

as soon as you're well enough, venti takes you back home, where he surprises you with a huge bouquet of windwheel asters and cecilias as a token of how much he missed you. he'll be stuck to your side like glue for the rest of the foreseeable future, whining dramatically every time you try to leave - there isn't much difference from his normal self, to be honest, so you don't mind either way.

basically venti tries his best to be as supportive and helpful as possible while you're ill, even if he does get in the healer's way most of the time and ends up getting scolded, it's worth it to see your joyous smile when you're healthy again.

xiao.

xiao is the only living yaksha left, and he has conquered horrific demons for millenia, but when it comes to mortal illnesses, he's at a loss for what to do. he does know you need to rest, so he carries you to his bedroom at wangshu inn and tucks you into bed. he even allows you to press a grateful kiss to his cheek, which quickly turn red after, claiming 'adepti aren't affected by sicknesses such as these.'

honestly, xiao is going to be the most terrified about you falling sick. he's always known mortals were weak in comparison to adepti, but this is the first time he's truly being faced with your evident mortality. sure, it's just a cold, but xiao is being hit with the reality that you could easily die from something like this, whereas he wouldn't even fall ill in the first place. and so from here on, he tries to be a lot more vocal and physical about his love for you, and though it's difficult, he really is trying his best to convey his emotions to you.

xiao dislikes liyue harbour, not because it's ugly or because it threatens to take away his job as the number one defender of liyue, but because of the crowds. it hurts his head to hear all their countless desires ringing out as he strolls through, and he feels as if he's only tainting their happiness by merely being there. but for you, xiao would walk through hell and back, so he sharpens his resolve, and after a quick consultation with verr goldet, heads off to bubu pharmacy. baizhu is amazed that there is a genuine adeptus standing at his entrance, but wraps up the medicine and demands the payment. however, baizhu is a very sly man, and he knows very well this adeptus has no clue what is going on, and hence baizhu charges an extremely exorbitant price for the medicines. but when xiao pays it without hesitation, walking off a second later, baizhu wonders if he should have asked for more.

back at wangshu inn, xiao will ensure you take your medicines and also request for food to be sent up to the room three times a day - since he has his own duties as a yaksha too, he can't cook for you, although some part of him secretly wishes he could. xiao does check in on you whenever he can though! you'll usually be sleeping when he pops into the room, but he'll adjust your blanket, change the cloth on your forehead, and try to make you as comfortable as possible.

it's safe to say xiao is overjoyed when you recover, though it's only obvious by the way he holds onto tighter and for longer than usual when he hugs you for a few days after your recovery. and he's basically the sweetest ever, so 10/10 recommend getting a personal xiao to be your nurse if you're sick.

zhongli.

zhongli, consultant of the wangsheng funeral parlour, and former geo archon is probably able to compete with childe for how well he takes care of you when you're sick. zhongli's renowned for being chock full of knowledge, and this goldmine of information stored in his head even extends to illnesses and their cures, luckily for you.

zhongli is a man who lives his life with order, so the first thing he'll do if you fall sick is request leave from master hu tao. she obviously permits him, she's literally the captain of the y/n x zhongli ship. next, he'll return home and make you lie down on the fluffy bed, stacking up pillows all around you while also opening the windows so you can have some crisp fresh air. after that, he'll manage to make some porridge for you and if you're so sick that you can't eat it yourself, zhongli willingly feeds you - he's just that much of a sweetheart.

aside from your illness, things would be totally perfect if it wasn't for your boyfriend's utter lack of mora. baizhu's prices are ridiculously high, but they do promise a speedy recovery, and that takes priority over the cost for zhongli. and that is how he finds himself at childe's doorstep, asking to borrow some of the famed currency. childe's pockets are deep, almost too deep, so he has no qualms about lending zhongli as much money as he needs. things work out then, as zhongli ends up with enough finances to purchase medicine, baizhu gets to make a profit, childe still has enough money to buy a planet, and you get to recover from your sickness! it's a win-win situation for everybody.

while you're resting, zhongli will usually sit beside you, reading his book and checking on you every few minutes. if you're awake but still needing to lie down, zhongli will oblige you and tell you stories of when he was an archon. you're the only person he trusts enough to share these tales and experiences with - you should consider yourself blessed, for even after all his millions of years of living, you shine like gold in his memories. if you're the playful type, this is your best opportunity to get zhongli to do whatever you want. he's always been wrapped around your little finger, but when you're ill? if you asked him to jump, he'd immediately ask 'how high?' he's completely head over heels for you.

so yes, overall, zhongli is also one of the best boys to have take care of you when you're sick, because he's very attentive to your needs, and with his wealth of information, you'll be on your feet again in no time.

quill speaks !

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[kuroos-babie]

falling in love with a single mom hcs

INCLUDES: nishinoya, tsukishima, yaku

you spent a good part of your childhood with nishinoya, chasing away the dogs that had a penchant of scaring your best friend shitless, climbing trees and playing treasure hunt

it was funny, to say the least, seeing how he grew from such a scaredy-cat to the energetic and confident noya everyone knows

throughout highschool you watched him chase girl after girl and he watched you turn down guy after guy

the dynamic you two had was that of a feral gremlin child and its chill owner holding the leash and everyone, including you two, thought you would always be together

everyday was fun with nishinoya's energy hanging around you, no doubt

but when he asked you to travel the world with him right after graduation, he was met with a hesitant refusal

"i'm planning to go to college, yuu"

"it'll be fun, y/n! like going on an adventure!!"

"visit me once in a while"

his heart clenched at the way you smiled at him with teary eyes, "i can't change your mind can i?"

with a soft shake of your head, he sighed

he leaves in three days

the first few months of him being away were filled with calls and pictures of his trips, smile seemingly wider and brighter than before and a part of you regretted not coming with him

but college starts in a week, and with that came missed calls and ignored messages

at some point, neither of you just remembered to hit the other up, caught up with the stresses of your own life and before either of you knew it, 5 years have passed

he came to visit home for the first time in years, no longer the boyish noya you knew but he still had that warm aura around him

you were the first thought to come to mind the moment he step foot in town, his whole body buzzing with excitement at the mere thought of seeing you again

so of course he went straight to your house, feet taking step after memorized step and hands clutching bags of things he got from his travels

"Y/N!!!!!", he calls out as he enters your house which was answered with a harsh shushing

turning a corner he saw you in the living room, lovely as ever-- he thought, and with a baby sleeping soundly in your arms, "the baby's sleeping, yuu"

"whose...?"

you laughed at the cracking in his voice, "mine, who else's?"

man, he looked like he was about to cry

he quietly approached you, careful as to not wake the baby

"for you", he mumbled while handing you the bag of snacks and stuff

the room was filled with silence after you hummed a short thanks

he was looking at the child's face, it looked like you, he thinks

he asked when you got married, "you didn't tell me, didn't even invite your best friend to your wedding", he whined

"i didn't, i'm not married"

his eyes were wide as they looked at you

you told him about getting pregnant shortly after college graduation and getting ditched

he thought of himself selfish as he heaved a sigh of relief

"it's fine though, my parents are helping me a lot", he notes how you looked at your baby with such fond eyes and his heart swelled, he felt like crying

you chuckled at the look on his face, "hey don't look so sorry for me, can't be happier to have her"

"what's her name?"

you looked at your daughter's face and pet at her cheek with a finger, "yui"

nishinoya couldn't hold it in anymore and so he let himself cry and pulled you close

and for the nth time since the day of your college graduation he asked you again, "come with me, y/n, let's travel the world" but you have a child "i'll stay with you here until she's old enough", he said while kissing the tears that slipped down your cheeks

"then we can all go travel the world together"

he liked working at the museum, he really does

at least that's what he tries to tell himself as he led the group of preschoolers through the sendai museum

they were cute, yeah, but also very chatty

especially this one little boy with the frog hat

"what's this called?"

"it's a fossilized remain of--"

"how about this one?"

"it's--", and before he could answer, the child was already running to the other side of the exhibit

he just sighs

the tour ended and he was getting ready for his lunch break, proceeding to the cafe by the entrance as he always does

his eyes almost caught the flurry of green that passed beside him but he chose to ignore it

but of course it wasn't long after he sat down with his order when he heard a familiar bubbly voice

"mama that's the dinosaur guy!", he heard the little boy whisper loudly, "he's so tall, like a brachiosaurus!"

he couldn't supress the chuckle at the child's remark and he turned in his seat, "so you were listening, i thought you were just bouncing all around the place"

"oh sorry, did he give you a hard time?"

your voice drew his attention and he smiled at the sight of your worried face, something that surprised even him, "not really, no"

he invited you two to sit and eat with him and he listened to your son ramble all about dinosaurs and prehistoric animals

"a smart one, i like him"

your son really liked him too and asked you to take him to the museum again and see tsukishima

and so it became a habit for you to visit the museum every friday with the little boy, waiting for the tall blonde to get off work so you three could grab something to eat

and every time he sees you in the little cafe by the entrancne with your son, tsukishima couldn't help but smile a little and pat at his chest to calm the subtle fluttering as he push the door open

it was a weird feeling he never knew would come so naturally at the mere sight of you two

he bought your son picture books and and figurines and copies of the "walking with dinosaurs" documentary

"we should watch it this weekend..." his eyebrows shot up for a moment at your meek suggestion

of course the little boy was elated, excited to have him over at your house "yes! let's go now! i wanna watch it with tsukki now!!!"

tsukishima returned his gaze on you, "if it's not too much trouble then i'd love to go now"

and so the rest of the friday night was spent on your couch with all the lights turned off and a narration of al the allosaurus' life

you looked over at the other side of the couch to see your son laying on tsukishima, eyes fluttering shut with the man passed out and lightly snoring

he must've been tired

you draped a blanket over the two of them and waited for sleep to visit you too and it soon did

morning came and you woke up to the smell of coffee

"i borrowed your coffee maker, i hope you don't mind", his voice was still low, trying not to wake the little boy

"yeah, sorry i didn't wake you up last night... you looked tired"

he chuckled as you walked over to the kitchen to take out two mugs and prepared some toast, "i don't mind, it was the best sleep i've gotten in a while. i hope it wasn't too much of a bother for you though"

you leaned on the kitchen counter as you took in his appearance; hair ruffled and eyes puffy with sleep, "i don't mind it one bit"

he huffed a laugh and looked over to the sofa where your son still laid

"he likes you a lot"

"so it seems, i hope you do too", his face was smug but you didn't miss the red that tinted his cheeks when you told him "of course i do, in fact i was thinking maybe we should do this more often"

his smirk grew, "just say you want to wake up everyday to the sight of me and leave it at that"

you rolled your eyes at his comment but smiled nonetheless, "oh shut up"

he had just come back from the nekoma volleyball team reunion, head lightly buzzing from the few bottles of alcohol kuroo forced down his throat

making his way through the carpeted hotel hall, he could barely make out the sound of little feet hurriedly padding on the floor and quiet sniffles

taking out the keycard to his room with the blissful thoughts of finally sinking into the soft mattress was interrupted by a soft bump on his thigh, a muffled thud and a small "ow..."

it took a few moments before the sight of the little boy on the hotel floor registered properly in his brain

it was well past 2 am... why the hell is there a child running around the halls

"uh... hi?"

big bright eyes looked up at him and he can't help but sigh at the sniffles increasingly growing louder

"where's your mama, little guy?", yaku crouched to the little boy's level, careful to keep his balance as the booze and exhaustion was catching up to him

however, at the mention of his mother, the little boy's eye filled up with more tears and was ready to burst anytime, "mama..."

"oh no no no no"

yaku's too tired for this

so with a sigh and a groan, he took the boy in his arms and entered his room

"let's look for her in the morning, okay? i think i still have some cookies in my room, would like some?"

the little boy nods his head, earning a relieved sigh from yaku

the rest of the night was spent with cartoons playing on the large hotel room tv, yaku leaning against the headboard with the little boy snoozing away while being tucked in his arm, cookie on his hand and crumbs all around

morning came and panic surged through your body the moment you realized your 3 year-old son was nowhere inside your hotel room

your hurried to the security desk to report and hopefully make an announcement, head reeling and aching with the sudden rush of adrenaline first thing in the morning

with your head in your hands, you let out a groan while trying not to cry at all the possibilites flashing through your mind

your wallowing was cut short with an "excuse me, i found this child last night"

turning your head back to the security desk, you see a man in his pajamas and slippers, hair ruffled from sleep and a sleepy little boy laying on his shoulder

"oh my god"

the whole conlict ended when you came up to them and introduced yourself, the little boy quickly recognizing your voice and whipped his head over to you, "mama!"

your son reached out for you and yaku couldn't help but notice how pretty your glossy eyes were despite how disheveled you looked

"mama, yakkun gave me cookies and we watched cartoons aaaaall night!"

yaku's eyes widened at the little boy's words and let out a nervous chuckle, "you make me sound so suspicious"

he turned to you and explained how your son bumped into him at 2 am and he was just too tired to bring him down to the security desk

"my tired tipsy brain thought it was a better idea to just let him sleep in my room and look for mama in the morning", he ended with the tips of his ears tinged red

you laughed at his nervousness, "well we can talk more about it over breakfast, what do you say yakkun? my treat"

with the way you were smiling at him, how could he even refuse?

the rest of the morning was spent with coffee and waffles, juice and fruits and chatter

he learned you and your son were in town for a few days, "i wanted to go see the fishies in the aquarium!", the little boy quips

with the new volleyball season just around the corner, yaku knew he'd have practices but he offered to tour you two around tokyo

he wanted to see you two again

briefly taking care of the toddler last night and having breakfast with you, he realized, were very much a welcomed change of pace in his hectic pro volleyball life

"are you my dad? mama told me daddy was working in tokyo" he remembered your son quietly mumbling last night, "i haven't seen him though, not ever"

the rest of your stay in tokyo was spent hanging out with yaku, your son growing more and more attached to him and slept over at his room every night

as promised, he took you and your son on a tokyo tour and even brought you to practice, introducing you to the national team and teaching your child receives

of course your trip eventually reached its end, promises of meeting again drowned in the little boy's tears as he tried to reach out to yaku

"we'll meet again, little guy", he says while ruffling the boy's hair, "i'll even go visit you and we'll play lots, okay?

of course he made a point of contacting you frequently, often video chatting during meal times and bedtime and a few more hours after, relishing in the time he could spend talking alone with you

"i can't wait to see you two again", he always says right after "good night"

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