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HEYOOOO VAYGUS IT HAS BEEN A WHILLLEEEEEE I HAVE SO MUCH THINGS TO SAY TO YOU!!

FIRST HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO SQUIRTQUEEN , WISH YA THE BEST🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 SECONDLY MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS 🎅 HOPE YOU GOT A GOOD TIME WITH YOUR FRIENDS YOUR FAM OR EVEN ALONE 💗💗💗 WHAT DID YOU GET 💌💌?? THIRDLY I GOTTA UPDATE YOU IN MY LIFE THERE HAS BEEN HAPPENING SO MUCH !!!!

but first I’ll answer to our last time we talked :are you still into song writing ? bc I kinda gave up ngl…I centered myself more on writing stories bc JHECIUEUEOCJ I love writing 🫂🫂 talking bout that the ‘birthing hips’ fic was sooooo goood I love when reader is smexay like that with stamina it’s so attractive urgh…

Awe also talked a bit about K-pop and our bias from enha and my bias is Sunoo too unless sunghoon is my bias too and niki is my ult… but I can choose so I guess after niki I’m an ot6 I can’t choose for the love of God…have you seen the drama with jungwon recently??? k and c-engenes be hating on everything fr. And about ATEEZ HIHIHIHIIHHIHII GUESSE WHAT I BOUGHT 2DAY!!!! THEIR ALBUM NICHSKHEOHOHF and I got 2 pcs of Mingi, one of yeosang and one of jongho <<333 I also got a mini mingi poster I swear the album I bought was mingi centered or smth… ahhh I’m so happay I ALSO LOVE THE LESSERAFIM THEME YOU NEVER MISS!!

and about my college life 🤗 I’m on vacations rn and let me tell you I kinda miss it.. I love the vibe, my friends I mean idk why but I love my life in college but I’m so happy about it bc remember how I was scared shitless months ago about not being able to make friends and all.. i finally feel safe in a workplace I’m so grateful fr. And I never have a dull moment, it’s fun, and my friends recently got on a double date and bagged their crush 🤭🤭🤭

ANYWAY I talked about my self sm how are you doing ? How’s been your life recently I wanna know :33 tell me about cool things that happened to you vayvayavyavayvayavay

BYE BYE VAYGOUSE IM SO HAPPY I TALKED WITH YOU AFTER A LONG TIME, KISS HAVE A GOOD DAY NIGHTS AND DREAMS 💓💓💓

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STARRRR MY LOVE :PPPPP

thank u sm 🥹🥹🥹. you are the sweetest. merry christmas to you too! mine went alright, yesterday i visited my grandmummy n we watched this christmas movie called ‘red one’ with chris evans n the rock. p interesting n she loved it heh.

where i’m from, our christmas is different because of culture n everything. we usually have festivals that attract lots of tourists and our presents / gifts are usually homemade. i got mostly some beautiful jewelry which was rare pearls. ofc christmas in my country is more commercial now. the lights all around were soooo pretty and we had a big dinner as well as celebrating my 22nd birthday heh. I HOPE UR CHRISTMAS WENT WELL TOO, BESTIE 🤞

sorta !!!!! songwriting is actually a lot harder than i thought haha. i honestly gave up halfway, i was writing this song about wtv came to my mind at the time. i should honestly go back to it bc it’s lowkey fun !! 💆‍♀️ speaking of, i’ve been searching online for a electric guitar since i alr play bass n i found the perfect one i think. she’s a sexy blue UGHHHHH im gonna be the next jimi hendrix ??

but that’s valid, it’s reeeeally hard n takes a lot of time n patience. time n patient that i clearly dont have 🕺 i get bored super fast so eh, maybe next time. it’s kind of like writing poems in a way, just more idk … melodic? it’s therapeutic for sure. AHHHH THANK YOU :< i’m glad u enjoyed that fic that means a lot heh.

ahh i don’t think i have seen the drama yet </3 i plan on it !!! also, have you seen alice in borderland? i’ve heard about it n i wanna watch that also, i have so many k-dramas to start n finish on its crazy 💔💔💔. ATEEEEEZ MY LOVES i miss them. ur so lucky :(( the mingi poster 🥹🥹 aww i wish it was a way for me to see it but i js know it’s so cute. and THANK YOUUUUU, LE SSERAFIM SUPREMACY MWAH

that’s good that ur enjoying the college life !!! my classes start again next month and im so 😩 thankfully, i have majority online but i gotta go in person for some. hopefully semester goes quiiiick. pretty soon its gonna be 2025 which is so crazy bc whaaaaat. good for you for making the best of college life !!! i’m so happy for you 💓. it can be nerve wracking at first, but you get the hang of it!

buuuut, im okay! i’ve still been writing on here in my spare time as you can see 🙂‍↕️ our community has grown sooooo much, i wanna plan something for you guys eventually after i update my current ongoing stuff first. life has been alright, im on winter break so no studying n stuff until jan. i recently went surfing which was cool !!!!

on the downside though, i think m getting sick 😞 my allergies are probably acting up, but it might just be bc its so cold in my house rn. after i finish my skin care im gonna see what’s up with my heat bc </3 LOVEEEEU, BISSOUS MY LUV 💋

#vegas.squirthouse #🌟anon #🧁

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inkykeiji · 5 years ago

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day 5 ❅ let’s hit the north pole and live happily

please don’t cry no tears now, it’s christmas baby

day four ❅ day five | series masterlist

character: todoroki touya | dabi

genre: hmmm bittersweet angst

notes: AAAAAAAAH MERRY CHRISTMAS TO THOSE OF YOU THAT CELEBRATE AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO THOSE OF YOU THAT DON’T <33 eeee here it is, the final day!! it’s short n (bitter)sweet, just a lil epilogue of sorts to wrap the whole thing up. thank you so, so much to every single one of you that has supported my blog over the past few months, your love means more to me than words will ever be able to tell you <3 | title credit: snowman by sia

warnings: 18+ (no hardcore smut but still), pseudo-incest (stepcest), tense family dynamics, size difference, generally toxic relationships (possessiveness, extreme dependency)

words: 2.3k

synopsis:

Because he’s right. Because this trip would have, undoubtedly, killed him, had it not been for you and your soothing lips, kissing his tears away; you and your gentle fingers, dancing along his skin as they calmed his sobs; you and your unwavering love for him, filling him up until he felt like he was going to burst with it, your discernible warmth laving over his body, his mind, his very soul.

❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅ ❅

The wind rattling the old bay window has you waking with a start, jolting a little as another harsh gust blows against the glass, sweeping up powdery snow and dancing with it in intricate, forceful squalls.

A deep sigh slips through your parted lips as your head flops back against the pillow, listlessly staring at the ceiling.

It’s Christmas.

You had decided to stay, Touya promising you he could handle another twelve hours around your family, especially if he was sleeping through most of it.

“I don’t want to further upset my mom,” he had told you, lips tugging down as bloodshot cobalt eyes glanced away from your inquisitive stare. “There’s no point in leaving now and causing more problems when we can just leave early tomorrow,”

Of course, niichan. Whatever you want, niichan.

Rolling over onto your side, you run your fingers through his tousled hair, head tilting forward to pepper tender kisses across his face.

It rouses him slowly, gently, lids lifting to reveal brilliant sapphire, gleaming in the grey morning light, and blinking a little as his gaze focuses, a small grin forming on his lips.

Really, there’s no other way he’d rather wake up, no other sight he’d rather be greeted with, except for you scattering the sweetest kisses across his face, calling his name in the sweetest whisper, staring at him with the sweetest eyes.

“Merry Christmas, princess,” his voice is gravelly, vibrating in his throat, eyelids still a little puffy and swollen from the night before.

“Merry Christmas, niichan,” you whisper, fingers trailing down the side of his face, a deep sense of bittersweet melancholy burrowing in your chest.

It’s Christmas.

He made it.

“You did it,” soft lips murmur the praise into his fluffy hair, inhaling his musky scent and filling your body with it, with him, burning hickory wood and Marlboros with just a hint of day-old cologne. “I am so proud of you,”

And normally, normally he’d playfully tell you to shut up, rolling his eyes at your gentle compliments.

But today isn’t normal.

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” he admits in a mumble, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and exhaling. His voice is so raw, so honest, that it sends tears rushing to your eyes, stinging a little as they blur your vision.

You say nothing, because there’s nothing to say, swallowing thickly against the lump that’s lodged itself in your throat and blinking rapidly to keep the tears from escaping your eyes, little fingers tangling themselves in his hair as you hold him close.

❅ ❅ ❅

Christmas Day is tense, and awkward, as you’d expected it to be.

Neither of you are present at breakfast, opting to stay in bed, to pretend to still be sleeping as Touya ruts into you slowly, lazily rolling his hips as he swallows your mewls, mingling with his little pants and the gentle creak of old bedsprings, creating the softest, sweetest symphony. Words whispered against your skin promise you that next Christmas, and every Christmas after that, we’ll celebrate just like this, just the two of us, tangled up in each other as you writhe and gasp and tremble and cum.

Just the two of you…you like the sound of that.

No one tries to wake you. No one comes to get you to ask if you’re hungry, no one saves you a plate of leftovers, no one tells you that they’ve already begun opening gifts, that they’ll be done by the time the two of you finally emerge from your cozy little bedroom.

Your meek little merry Christmas is met with a chorus of mumbles, your family members keeping their eyes averted as you stand at the bottom of the stairs, peeking out from behind Touya’s torso.

They don’t ask what happened. They don’t ask where you went last night, or how Touya’s feeling this afternoon, despite the fact that every single one of them had witnessed his puffy, tear-stained face as you had barreled through the living room the past evening, had heard him choking on his own sobs as you frantically tried to calm him while half-dragging him to the front door.

And Touya doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t apologize for nearly pulling a gun on his baby brother the day you arrived, doesn’t apologize for lobbing a block of ice at his face, doesn’t apologize for the cracked lip and bruised eye he gifted him two days ago.

You don’t open any of their presents, which is fine, because there’s only one that truly matters to you—a tiny box sitting abandoned under the tree, wrapped in shimmering azure paper, glinting in the weak yellow light.

It holds a diamond encrusted platinum choker, roughly two fingers wide and not unlike the gold one Duchess from The Aristocats dons. You’re more of a Marie, Touya tells you as you stare down at it, tilting it in the dim light and watching as the precious gems catch, casting brilliant little rainbows. But I thought this would suit you, too.

Tears cloud your vision, glistening in the Christmas tree lights as you gaze up at your niichan, hitched little thank you’s lodging in your throat.

“Look on the inside,” he urges, jutting his chin at the box and directing your stare back down, dainty fingers picking it up in the most delicate fashion and scanning the inside of the band.

Right at the front, carved into the platinum in elegant, loopy letters, reads: To my princess, Merry Christmas. Love, your niichan.

“It’s stunning,” you murmur, looking back up at him again, little watery giggles tumbling past your lips. “Help me put it on?”

A fond laugh rumbles deep in his chest and he nods, taking the piece of jewelry from your hands and slipping it around your neck, large hands gentle and careful as they fasten it.

The weight of the choker is comforting around your skin, searing into your flesh in the most pleasant way, a physical manifestation of Touya’s love, of Touya’s ownership, that you can wear forever.

“Open mine!” you urge him excitedly, plucking the only other present left under the tree—a small rectangular box, wrapped in glittery pink paper—and shoving it at him.

And he can’t help the snort that escapes his lips as he tears through such pretty princess wrapping, eyes softening as he uncaps the box.

A Boker Lockback Hunter knife gleams up at him, the handle encased in pearly iridescent nacre, such elegant material contrasted by the glinting silver of the blade. Your name is engraved across the blade in a neat scrawl, and he inhales sharply, taking it between his fingers like it’s the most precious thing he’s ever held, turning it and watching it glimmer in the light.

Sapphire eyes finally flit to yours, an unreadable expression on his face. And, for a moment, you’re terrified he hates it.

But then he’s surging forward, dropping the box from his other hand and cupping your jaw as he drags your face towards his, smashing your lips together in front of the entire family. Someone gasps, someone mutters something, someone chokes on their breath, but you can’t be bothered to care, not when all you can see, taste, feel is Touya, mouth slotted against yours as his lips move in the gentlest caresses, pure love and adoration pouring from him and into you, filling your chest until it swells, until it feels as though it’s going to burst.

“I love it,” he murmurs as he rests his forehead against yours, breathing slightly laboured, eyes still closed. “Thank you, princess,”

And he does love it, he loves it so much, because now, he can carry a little piece of you with him everywhere he goes, something almost as pretty as you are on his body at all times. Because now, every time he uses that knife to protect, to torture, to kill, he’ll be reminded of exactly why he does it, and who he does it for.

The rest of the family stares at the two of you, gazes searing into your skin, their travelling eyes leaving a scalding, prickly heat in their wake as they observe you and Touya exchange your gifts, entirely consumed by one another, caught up in your own little world, eons away from everything else.

And you wait for it to come, wait for the hurt and sorrow and regret to seep into your chest, to sink, heavy and stifling, to the very pit of your stomach, but it never does.

Disappointment is thick in the air, adding a weight that should feel suffocating. And it does, in a way, but not the way it’s supposed to.

Because you meant what you said last night in the car—you really don’t care what any of these people think of you, don’t care if they’re upset with you, frustrated with you, exasperated with you—as long as you have Touya, it really doesn’t matter.

Their thoughts, opinions, feelings—none of them are important, not when Touya’s got his strong arms wrapped around your waist, not when you’re safe in his warm, protective embrace, nuzzling into his firm chest, comforting and familiar.

Your father can barely meet your eyes, let alone speak any words to you, but it doesn’t matter, not when Touya’s been gazing at you with such affection it’s nearly choking, not when Touya’s been whispering the sweetest little affirmations, praise and compliments and words of love, to you all day, lips tickling the shell of your ear.

Fuyumi no longer tries to keep the peace, looking as if she just swallowed something sour every time she accidentally catches your gaze. She sits next to her mother on the loveseat, her body so rigid it must be aching, muscles tight and tense, coiling any time Touya speaks, any time you answer.

But it doesn’t matter, because you feel relaxed and at ease in your niichan’s arms, answering his questions with soft murmurs and little giggles.

Natsuo can’t seem to sit still, fingers fidgeting as they pick almost viciously at his cuticles, palms running down his thighs, rubbing behind his neck, dragging over his face, body full of jitters as if he’s had too many cups of coffee…or as if he’s coming down from something.

But it doesn’t matter, because Touya is still, serene and calm for the first time since stepping foot in this cabin, finally able to breathe now that everyone’s stopped pretending, stopped trying to be a family that they’re not, a family that they’ve never been, a family that they’ll never be.

Shouto’s entirely silent, stoic and apathetic, though he isn’t afraid to look at you, to glare at Touya as nimble fingers pick idly at the thick cream bandage wrapped around his hand, covering an ugly curve of five stitches across his palm, curtesy of Natsuo.

But it doesn’t matter, because neither of you have anything to say to him, verbally or otherwise.

❅ ❅ ❅

You don’t stay for Christmas dinner. Rei is stiff when she hugs the both of you goodbye, voice void of any emotion as she wishes you a safe trip home, makes you promise to call her when you arrive at the flat, though you’re absolutely positive she won’t want to hear from either of you.

It’s just going through the motions at this point, doing what every good mother is supposed to do when her children depart on Christmas Day. No one else, save for Natsuo, bids you farewell.

Touya doesn’t apologize to his mother, either, although you know he will a few nights from now when he calls her—in his own convoluted way, a sorry without a ‘sorry’—deep voice caressing her ear sweetly like he always does, laced with just a hint of derision as he lists all of his wrongdoings, as he subtly and skillfully connects them back to her, as if they’re her mistakes. And you know she’ll forgive him, like she always does, that she’ll apologize too, for forcing him through such a horrendous disaster—apologies that had become a habit long, long ago, after something goes seriously south at a family event, as they have a tendency to do when Touya’s involved.

Snow crunches under your boots as Natsuo walks with you to the Audi, each step further away from the cabin aiding you in feeling lighter and lighter, each step further away from the cabin allowing your lungs to open up a little more, fresh air rushing in as the invisible weights of family obligations and duties begin to lift.

True to his word, Natsuo returns Touya’s weapons the moment he’s behind the wheel, wishing the two of you a merry Christmas and promising to swing by the flat soon—maybe for New Years, he muses—before patting the roof of the car and sending you on your way.

Rei watches the whole interaction from the front door, arms wrapped tightly around herself as she leans precariously against the doorframe, face crumpled with an emotion you’ve never seen before, something akin to a complicated, contradicting mixture of grief and affection.

A deep breath you hadn’t realized you were holding slips through parted lips as the Audi finally pulls onto the road. Warm and heavy, a large hand snakes it’s way onto your thigh, kneading the muscle slightly, Touya casting a glace at you through the corner of his eye with a tiny smile tugging at his lips. And you can practically see it, the tension dissipating from his tight body with each second further from the cabin, becoming more fluid and relaxed. The two of you only have each other now, but that’s okay. It’s you and him against the world now, a fact solidified by this trip, but neither of you would have it any other way.

“Never again,” Touya sighs the moment the cabin is out of sight, disappearing in the rearview mirror behind a hill.

No, you agree. Never again.

#dabi x reader #dabi #todoroki touya x reader #todoroki touya #MERRY CHRISTMAS I LOVE U ALL SOOOOO MUCH #sorry this is liiiike two hours later than it was supposed to be i got caught up with family!!#k i'm gonna go eat dinner now lmao #AND THEN #ASK TIME WOOOO i miss u guys so much!!!#is he gonna use that knife to carve his name into her skin somewhere???#u bet ur fuckin ass he is!!#dabi smut #tw pseudo-incest

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just-some-random-blogger · 3 years ago

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hello gorgeous! if you don't mind modern au, i have an idea. if you don't feel like writing anything it'd be great to hear your thoughts abt it. daemon x wife!reader (who's somehow connected with magic but not targaryen) who are devoted to each other like madly in love. before daemon has to go to war they're saying goodbyes kissing, crying and not being able to let the other go. feeling like something's off he says smth like "i'll find you in another life. i'll find you in any time we'll be existing. i will love you any time i am alive" (in high valyrian or calling her some name in it) kissing her knuckles and going away. unfortunately, he was right. reader died some way while he was away and he remains faithful to her for the rest of his life (oc but whatever) and in the modern world he does find her. maybe targaryens are some sort of royal family, maybe they keep a family business or an ordinary family with lots of relatives. but he fins the reader and they somehow just feel. sorry if it's too much. i'd really like to read something about it but it absolutely ok if you don't feel like it. thank u in advance! take care!

Waiting For A Lifetime

Part 1 2 3 x

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Aegon Targaryen x Reader cos it just sorta happened Summary: Overcome by grief, Daemon turned to black magic to revive you. Moved by pity, the witch who casted the spell promised you would live until you met your love again in his next life. Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: Modern AU, fem!reader, mentions/depictions of death/still birth/war, my pretty boy aegon whom i would die for, angst, fluff, typos, etc.

A/N: i saw this last night when i woke up in the middle of my sleep and couldn't stop thinking about it. I changed a lot about your req nonnie. I do hope you still like it though. I absolutely could not help myself with this one and I got so carried away T_T. also a lot of facts about the Targaryens have distorted so just just just roll with it ok ok ok thank you And yes i know this is a gif from the crown but i love it so much the hat falling off the kiss ITS EVERYTHING I WANT TO BE HERRRRRRRRRRRRR also i do acknowledge the fact that this anon came to me with this idea after i reblogged this amazing moodboard sooooo yeah i think this post sparked this fic idea lol. ALSO ALSO ALSO 2022 MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! LOVE YA ALL imagine seeing this post in like 2032 or smth shit thats like 35 years from now Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony pssst i made p2 "Never Before"

Daemon's face was streaked with tears and sorrow. His eyes were bloodshot and his voice was as sure as it was grave as he repeated the word he uttered to the shaman, "anything."

She looked at him, able to taste the desperation in the air, "even if it costs your life, prince?"

Daemon looks at his love before him, his love that was carrying his child. He places his bloody palm on the gaping wound on her stomach.

"Your child will not live even if she does."

Daemon screws his eyes shut tightly. He begins to quiver in anger, in grief, in pure sorrow. He mutters, "anything," he slowly opens his eyes to gaze upon her lifeless face, "better it me than her. There is no world worth living without her."

The woman narrows her eyes at the prince. She knew he was the Targaryen, once heir, known to be rugged and harsh. The Rouge Prince. Yet, there was no trace of malice within his being, only what she would describe as true devotion, true love.

"So, may it be done by the gods old and new," she says, drawing the prince's attention to her, "I will plead for her soul that she may live."

Daemon watches the witch, as she stands to her feet from the ground they were both sprawled on, in front of the body of the dead woman.

"I will plead that she may live long enough to meet you again in another life, so that you may have the love you have now once more."

"Another life?"

"Yes," she says, "the gods recreate humans they are pleased with to grace the earth again. I am certain they will let you be reborn to be with her again. I will make it certain."

Daemon grabs the cold hand that was beginning to stiffen.

"Although, I am unsure if they will allow you to remember her."

"I will remember her," Daemon retorts, kissing the hand of his love, "I will remember her no matter form I take... I will, I must."

"So it remains to be seen," she says before speaking out her incantation.

And it would not be seen until nearly 2000 years later.

The times have changed drastically. Women wore pants and voted. Men where made to take more responsibility for their actions, though still got away with things.

And yet...

... my love for him never faded.

Every prince that was born and named Daemon, I hoped would finally be him. It went about like this century after century, war after war, plague after plague, rise after fall. I had feared the Targaryens would die out, but they proved to be as strong as the very foundations of the earth.

And it took the televised of the marriage of Viserys XXIX to Duchess Aemma of Eyrie for me to see the face of my love: Daemon, the Wild Child, the Knight of Knickers, as penned by the press. Ultimately, the prince of my heart.

I burst into tears when I saw his cheeky face as he nudged his brother at the isle. I pressed my hands on the screen, thinking to myself, the wait was finally over, he was finally here.

All that was left was for me to meet the Prince of Valyria.

Yes. That would be no problem at all.

Except it was, because Daemon was just as mad as he was in this life as he was in the last.

After all, he did not get those nicknames from the press for nothing.

I used up so many of my resources to even just get a glimpse of him. It was hard to catch him in one place. I mostly caught him with a scandalous headline in the cover of magazines and newspapers.

Tonight, it was a newspaper.

"You know," the bartender taps his finger on my newspaper that was sprawled out on his bar, "he's a frequent here."

I turn to the blonde, in his white dress shirt, black waist apron, and black slacks. I raise a brow as he purses his lips as though the information was ground breaking. He wipes on a glass with his blue towel.

"Gee, Aegon," I lean on the surface before me, "I would have never guessed that from the picture on the wall."

I nod at the said picture. It's one of Daemon and the current owner of the bar, Tywin Lannister, who also happened to own Lannister Land Corp, shaking hands. Oh, Lannisters.

"Hey," Aegon shrugs, pulling his lips down in a nuff-said manner, "it had to be said, since you're literally the only patron here that has not interrogated me with questions about the Knight of Knickers."

I snort, "then allow me to change that," I rest my head on my hand, "is he truly so dashing that his looks practically steal the knickers of the ladies around him?"

Aegon finishes buffing his glass and puts it down, looking up in thought, "mmm, I think it's mostly cause he's a prince that he's got the effect he's got. I've got no idea what possessed the first girl to throw her panties at him."

I giggle, "are you saying the prince is ugly?"

"Bit harsh, innit," Aegon pulls back, getting another glass, rubbing it down with his towel, "your words, not mine."

I roll my eyes, shaking my head, as I laugh at the light haired boy's muses, "you know, if we had been living at the height of the Targaryen rule, Daemon would have had your head for that, pretty boy."

"Gods, to be beheaded," he sighed, "a dream, rather than working here, taking about some monarch who lives off the money of the people."

I snort once more. Aegon's face softens as he breaks into a laugh himself.

"No, but honestly," he says putting down the glass and the towel, "you, my dear, are my saving grace. The highlight of my begrudgingly stretched out day," he stretches out a hand to me.

I chuckle at him as I take his hand. He presses a kiss on the back of it, making me grin at him in amusement.

"You're the only sane person here," he releases my hand, "everyone else is so desperate to brush shoulders with the prince, or simply even catch a of whiff of his flatulence."

I break out into a fit of chuckles, slamming firmly at the wood between us.

"No, I'm serious! I heard the fittest gal, a total bombshell, boasting with pride about how she managed a sniff of the bloke's fart."

I'm wheezing with laughter, unable to believe what I'm hearing.

Aegon releases a deep and dramatic sigh, "what has the world come to?"

I wipe a tear as Aegon watches me empty myself of laughter. His face crinkles in a pleased expression, Adam's apple bobbing as he chuckles airily.

I sigh, catching my breath, "well, if I ever become that desperate, I ask that you pray for my soul."

Aegon presses his palms together, "praying for that girl as we speak."

I chuckle, folding the newspaper before me, "I must say, I am actually desperate to meet the wild child myself."

Aegon drops his hands along with his humored expression.

I cannot help but laugh at him as I continue to fold the paper, "though, I would say I am the desperate kind that is so desperate..." I eye him as I press the grey material together, "that I, somehow, dread to meet him at all."

Aegon snorts, screwing his eyes shut as he wipes his face, "the Stranger. Don't say things like that! I nearly had a heart attack believing you."

"No, but it's true, Aegon!" I say with a faux wounded pout, "prince Daemon is my great love, we have been destined to meet for millennia!"

Aegon leans on the table, humming as he nodds his head, "yes, and I suppose I am Aegon the Conqueror."

I lean towards him and grab his jaw, "no, you look more like Aegon II. The spitting image, I dare say."

He scoffs, swatting me off, "I'm hotter than him."

I pull away, "yes. That I can agree with, pretty boy. Personal hygiene does wonders."

Aegon snorts and plays off the blush on his cheeks by wiping his nose with his thumb, "you speak as though you met him."

I straighten up, "that's because I have. He was once my nephew."

He narrows his eyes and crosses his arms. His face contorts at the thought.

I raise my brows at him, "have I not told you I am not only a Targaryen historian, an expert at that, but I am also a patron of the Museum of Ice and Fire? I'm married into their family."

"Okay," he raises a finger, "ew."

I snort.

Aegon lifts his jaw and hums, "well, now that you mentioned it, I always knew you were one of those insanely rich blokes who frequent here. I was thinking you were a mafia boss or something though."

I scoff in amusement, raising my brows at him.

He pushes his white sleeves up then raises his hand in defense, "you have a very intense aura about you."

"That's because you trigger my fight mode," I retort.

He huffs, "do I? I'm scared to know what you'll do to me when I've seen what you do to men who hit on you."

"Aww, don't worry," I coo, "I wouldn't hurt my pretty, baby boy."

Aegon doesn't get to reply when a customer calls his attention. With this, he pulls away and leaves me to my own devices.

We don't get to continue our conversation at all, for it was clear that the rush hour had begun.

I eventually pulled back and decided to entertain myself while my favorite bartender was busy. I swiveled on my stool, looking out to the room, spotting the jukebox collecting dust in the corner. I smile at the sight of it, thinking about how it was still here after all these years, in spite of being older than Aegon.

I stand from my seat and walk over to it.

Aegon, finding one patron missing, frantically looks around then calms, raising a brow.

I place my hands on the jukebox, bending over to check if it was plugged in.

Aegon snorts as he hands a man a beer, eyes not at all fixed on him, "that doesn't work, love."

"Mmm, ye of little faith."

Aegon is annoyed by the man that sits on the vacated stool, blocking his vision. In retaliation, he blocks out the sound of his voice. Aegon calls out, "if you can make that hunkajunk work, I'll clear your tab for you."

I chuckle as I pull the machine forward, checking its wiring, "I wouldn't want to make a kid working on minimum wage to pay for me at all."

"I only said I would clear your tab, doll face," is all he replies before he goes back to tending to drinks again.

I break into chuckles as I fiddle with the wires on the back. I admit, it took me quite a while to go through everything, which was why Aegon warned that he would not call an ambulance for me if I got electrocuted.

The sight of the jukebox coming to life was enough to shut him up.

I get to my feet with a huff, brushing my hands off with each other. I turn to Aegon, who was already looking at me in astonishment, along with a few other people in the room.

I smirk, "my tab then?"

"Good as gone," Aegon shakes his head in disbelief, cutting his hand across his neck.

I release a satisfied sigh as I punch at the hardened buttons and play whatever it was that was available to be played.

When the music starts, I close my eyes and allow myself to drift off with the music. The sound brings back some memories I had in the 1940's. If I recall correctly, it was around this time Daemon's father, King Baelon, was crowned.

I slowly moved to the rhythm of the song, swaying my hips, waving my extended arms out as I made my way to the center of the room.

Aegon stilled in his spot upon seeing this. His breath caught in his throat and he was only brought back to reality when someone demanded a gin. He looked around the room as he poured that idjit his drink and clenched his jaw tightly when he saw the onlooking crowd.

He snorts loudly, grabbing his towel, throwing it over his shoulder roughly, clearing his throat with more noise than necessary.

I smile to myself when I hear Aegon's familiar coughing. He had a tendency to do this whenever men around me started to be a bother. And I loved him dearly for it. He was a sweet boy.

With my eyes still closed, I continue dancing to the soothing song. My smile grows bigger when a section comes that tickles my musical senses. I chuckle as I twirl in my spot.

When I felt a hand come to my waist, I didn't have to open my eyes to know it was Aegon. He wouldn't have let anyone come near me at all without barking up a storm.

I hummed at the scent of him, familiar yet foreign to me at once. He must have changed his cologne. I prefer this one better. He pulls me close when I reach out to him, grabbing one of his hands and placing a palm on his shoulder. His dress shirt is softer than what I imagined it to be.

I am surprised when he leads us into a ballroom dance. In fact, I am so shocked, I open my eyes and see a blur of his white shirt and blonde hair as he spins me around.

I break into a fit of chuckles, screwing my eyes shut in pure bliss when he dips me, "I had no idea you were a dancer, pretty boy."

"Yes, well, journalists don't find it interesting enough to write about."

My eyes burst open at the sound of the deep voice.

My heart is pounding at the sight of the smirking man with silver hair. I nearly faint at the violet irises so close to mine.

"I do say," his hot breath fans on my face, "if we were spotted by one now, they'd have a field day."

I jolt upright and shove the man away. He doesn't seem to be offended by my harsh actions, and, in fact, chuckles as he reels back from my action, "not what I had expected and not the reaction I usually get, but there's a first for everything."

My breath hitches when he smiles at me. I turn from him, to Aegon, who was staring coldly from his place behind the bar. It seems the rest of the people here were doing the same as well, gobsmacked by the presence of the man in the middle of the room

I roll my shoulders back, turning to my dance partner, "Prince Daemon," I mutter, bowing my head slowly, "pardon my rudeness."

He chuckles, waving me off as he stuffs a hand in his pocket, "oh, no need to be so formal, my dear. I can understand the shock," he tilts his head at me, lips still curved, "you surely weren't expecting to be dancing with the prince and thought me to be someone else, no?"

I look at him and stare in silence. For the first time in my life, I was at a loss for words.

Everything was suddenly so real, and it was making my mind and my heart race.

Aegon watches this and clears his throat loudly.

It does not help anyone.

Daemon raises his brows at me in expectation, placing his other hand in his pocket as he leans on one leg.

I open my mouth. A second passes before I mutter, "I thought you were my pretty boy."

His lips spread into a toothy grin. Airy chuckles leave him, "I can be your pretty boy."

When he extends his hand out to me, it was like the heavens opened and I could hear the angels sing.

This was the moment I have been waiting for since that day that I came back to life and kissed him goodbye with a promise of finding him in his next one.

My breath was heavily taxed when I lifted my hand.

My soul nearly leaves me when I jolt in shock over the sound of a record scratching and jumping, repeating over and over again.

In that moment, I am hit by an epiphany. I am so overwhelmed with emotions that I could barely breathe. The sight of Daemon before me brought tears to my eyes. This was all I ever wanted, and yet-- and yet-- I was drowning. I could not breathe properly.

"I..." I shudder, making Daemon's face fall, "I have to go," I mutter through a strained breath.

Daemon knits his brows, shifting in his spot with his hand still out, "what?"

Aegon watched with tightly knit brows as I ran out of the room.

The prince drops his hand and spins on his heels, eyes locked on the runaway. His nostrils flare as his face contorts in confusion, "wait! Stop! Where are you going?!"

I heave heavily as I push past people on my way out. I am absolutely winded when I exit the establishment, hands shivering from both the cold and the nerves that were getting to me in this moment.

I walk aimlessly farther out, down to the lawn that was now dark, since it was gods-know-what hour.

"Wait!"

My heart drops.

I spin around when someone grabs my wrist. My heart is still quick in my chest when I see Daemon, heaving. His short, light hair was slightly tousled in its place. He knits his brows at me, tilting his head, "you dare leave your prince, Cinderella?"

My jaw hangs low.

He releases a sigh, shaking his head, "I forbid it."

Seeing him here and now made everything feel more Real with a capital R.

Daemon adjusts his grip on my wrist, pulling his hand back, so that he was now holding my hand.

I look at him, blinking the glassiness of my eyes away, still in shock of his presence. A million questions were running through my head, and I was glad to be able to even have the mind to ask one in this moment, "do you know me, Daemon?"

He tilts his head upon hearing this, brows knitting, lips curving. He releases a chuckle at the lack of formality and how haphazard the question was, but finds himself further drawn because of it, "no," he shakes his head, "but I would love to know you."

Hearing the words come out of his mouth shatters something in me.

He did not know me.

I turn away from him as I try to even my breath. I retreat my hand and step back as a shiver runs down my spine.

And yet here he was, chasing after me.

Daemon steps forward to make up for the space between us, "don't leave. Come back inside with me. I'll give you my coat, then you can boast that the prince of Valyria gave it to you."

I continue stepping back as I shake my head, "you don't understand," I mutter under my breath in High Valyrian.

"Then make me understand," he retorts in the same tongue with a chuckle as he shakes his head and takes a wide stride over to me, grabbing my hand again.

I gasp at the warmth of his touch. When I turn back to him, tears have finally fallen from my eyes.

Daemon's face hardens at the sight of it. His hand reaches out to my face, wiping the wetness away. The sight of his torn expression tears at me, bringing me more tears.

"Why are you crying?" he asks in High Valyrian.

I do not get to reply, as suddenly there is a loud burst from behind us, commanding both our attentions.

It's Aegon. He busted through the door with my things in his hand. Upon catching the sight of the two of us, he freezes, breathing heavily as the looks out.

Daemon's expression hardens; his grip on me tightens. He turns to me, jealousy coating his mouth when he catches I where I am looking, "is that your pretty boy?"

I do not reply to him as Aegon walks over.

Daemon pulls me close to him. I look up at him with teary eyes. Aegon looks between us, jaw tense as he hands me my bag, coat, and newspaper.

"Thank you, bartender," Daemon dismisses, patting Aegon on the shoulder, before turning from him to face me again.

When I catch Aegon's face, I finally have the wits to move.

I pull away from Daemon to put my coat on. I swallow a heavy lump in my throat at feel of the stares of the two men.

Once I have my coat on, I pull a card from my bag, handing it to Daemon. He wastes no time in taking it from me, immediately scrutinizing it.

"I'd..." I start, taking a deep breath, "like to see you again."

Daemon's eyes dart to me, breaking into a smile.

Butterflies explode in my stomach at the sight of him.

Aegon's face tenses.

I release a breath before asking, "when are you fr-"

"Whenever," Daemon blurts. He places the card in the breast pocket of his white shirt, "I'm free whenever."

I nod slowly at his words, "I have work tomorrow, but I do have a long lunch at 12-

"I'll call you a 11:55."

I purse my lips at his words, trying to hold back my chuckle, but failing, "11:55?"

Daemon grins, nodding once, "on the dot."

I chuckle, turning to my feet as I nod at his words, "11:55 then."

"On the dot," he nods, extending a hand out to rub his thumb on my cheek.

I turn to him just as Daemon pulls away and stuffs his hands back in his pockets, "I'll walk you."

I shake my head, turning to Aegon, who was still standing there, watching the whole interaction between us, "you don't have to. I have a car parked nearby."

"Then I'll walk you to your car."

I turn back to Daemon, who then offers his arm out to me. I smile, unable to deny him, or myself, of the offer. I take his arm, and the next moment, he leads us off.

I turn over my shoulder, raising a hand at Aegon while I offer him a smile, "see you, Aegon."

Aegon watches as I turn back.

There is a twisted feeling inside him that grows. He mutters softly. It is too soft for anyone but himself to hear, "see you."

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midasinc · 4 years ago

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Hello yes hi the feral garbage rat is back with some headcannons

Also thank U for the cheese very scrumptious🙏🙏

alot of the amis have different religions, and so there's a bunch of different holidays that they celebrate

And the rest of the amis always without a doubt celebrate it with them

Jehan celebrates alot of pagan holidays and makes everyone cookies every Yule

Except they don't know how to bake because they never had to as a kid so every year someone takes turns helping and making sure there isn't another house fire like last year

SO MANY GIFTS OMGGGG

With the amount of holidays everyone is celebrating there is wayyyy too much gift giving and buying

They get each other the most random gifts too

Courf thought it'd be a good idea to play pass the parcel one year

And it actually went really well until Joly unwrapped a dead pigeon and it had to stop

Nobody knows where the bird came from or who got it and it keeps them all up at night ngl

There's been suspicions about Combeferre bringing it but they're all too scared to mention it anymore

Anyway MOVING ON-

Every Christmas they have a really big lunch together and sooooo much food

They all leave looking like a bunch of inflated beach balls and somehow there's still food left over like how

Anyway yeah that's it sorry if these were bad lol also merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don't! ✨✨

oh these are so cute !! i love them and i will invite u in for some christmas cheese for feral garbage rats <3

#les mis #les miserables #les mis headcanons #les amis de l'abc #les amis #anon ask

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writingtheafterglow · 4 years ago

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Hey beautiful people! So I have had a case of writers block (baaaaddd) this week and I'm not inspired to finish the series. I'm putting Under The Mistletoe on a hiatus until I get inspired to finish it. Sorry I know you guys really like that series but, I did just add a new person to my "Who I write for?". MARCUS BAKER!!! Not a lot of people write for him on this app so I am going to start. I hope you guys had a very merry christmas (if you celebrate) and I hope you have a happy new year! Sorry for going on a hiatus but I'm sooooo uninspired right now. I love you all so much <3

- Sincerely, spideymix (em)

Taglist & Mutuals: @supraveng @getreeljas @allthisfortommy @namoreno @inthecornerchair @bubb1eana1ee @alwaaaysadream @wildxwidow @gbaabyyyy @wanniiieeee @tom-softie @thirlwallsholland @perspectiive @starksview @mn-jun @quacksonhq @isimpforeveryone @darling-im-moonstruck @lillytallis @l-a-u-r-e-n @lharrietg @organicpurplepants @badass-yn @thenoddingbunny-blog @dreamyyholland24 @big-galaxy-chaos @sweetpeterparker @spideysimpossiblegirl @bornforfangirling @roseke @peter-parkers-gf @takenbyheartstrings

my ass can never finish a story

#tomholland #under the mistletoe #im sorry

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jeongjaehyuns · 5 years ago

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💖🌹✨ the person sending you this wishes for you to have a great week! to spread some positivity, list 5 things that you've done recently that made you happy. spread the love to your favorite mutuals! 💖🌹✨ merry christmas mimi! (-dojaeism)

hmm 5 things i’ve done that have made me happy 🤔

1. i passed all my classes for the semester i pulled like 3 all nighters cranking out 7 papers during the last 3 days of classes lmfao do not do what i did

2. i got to delete and empty out all my files and paperwork from the fall semester and it felt sooooo good

3. my family all really enjoyed the gifts that i got them for christmas!!

4. i handmade some christmas cards to send out to some of my rlly close friends!!

5. ✨i cleaned my room ✨

but awh!! thank u so much!! sending warm wishes and a merry christmas to you as well! 🥰

#replies #czrnys

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silvcrr-blog · 6 years ago

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better late than never amirite aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh well damn i couldn’t make it last night cus i was zzzzzz, but here i am now ready for all the plots!!! the name’s pheebs and im hispanic so i apologize in advance for my not to great english😀😀, i haven’t rped in this community in FOREVER and i’m rly excited to be here!!! and well, enough about my boring ass, i wanna have all them plots sooooo hmu or give this a like and i will bombard u with messages!! i’m at princess consuela#5537 in discord in case u wanna add me, and here u got a few facts about my hardcore bb silver!!

abuse and abandonment tw

bio here in case u wanna check it out but imma try and keep it quick and simple here

sooooooooooooo: foster child, since day 1 of her life, as she was abandoned in the hospital by her teen mom: and she was painfully aware of her situation, even from a young age which made her prettttttyyyy problematic and literally no family would want her and she just had a horrible time i s2g

age 8 and she’d been shuffled through a dozen foster homes, age 13 and she’d already been arrested and was an expert shoplifter???? not a nice picture but she was kind of proud of herself for it... like yeah i’m a pre teen that’s been kicked around by the faulty system that doesn’t really care for children in my situation so what? u expect me to pay for this pack of cigs? nOPE

gotta mention: her name before she turned 18 was dorothea goldman, she always hated it and as soon as she could she changed it, silver because she’s not goldman (lmao im so NOT CLEVER im trying) and kiddo as in beatrix kiddo, black mamba, kill bill? cuz well she’s extra like that and she really thinks she could kill anyone if she needed to

street fighting was pretty much her thing since she was very young and even though she ended up beaten up af at some points, she got pretty good over the years and will most definitely kick your ass if you try and cross her (or her loved ones.... IF SHE GETS ANY)

personality wise i would say she’s pretty cold and hard to get to know, especially since she just arrived five months ago in a stolen car with a brand new name and wanting a fresh start, so her past in completely buried with her old name. she’s funny if you’re into dry-sarcastic... kinda weird humour? i think in some level she wants some of the traditional things she missed out on basically all of her life, maybe making friends... making steady connections... and overall having a completely different life from before. she acts like she doesn’t give a fuck about anything bc well, that was the only way she had to survive some hard shit... but deep down i think she cares, even though she would NEVER admit it out loud

0% victim mentality on her, she actually hates seeing people blaming the world for their misfortunes... she knows damn well u make ur own path and all that cheesy crap, though that can make her kind of judgemental and not so empathic

she works as a waitress at the bucking horse saloon and lives in midtown at the silver (lmao) spurs tenenment

a few hcs:

always smoking, either cigs or weed,

could potentially kill you with only a LOOK and you will know if your get on her wrong side

would def protect her people to death (if she makes a steady connection and yada yada yada)

she dresses so bad i swear her style is crap, she would wear a garbage bag if she had to and doesn’t really care

i’m looking for all types of connections!!!! friends!!!!! enemies as in people she punched, or wants to punch or will punch!!! maybe a roommatE? cus rent is expensive!!! anything angsty, anything romantic-angsty...... im up for all and im full of JOY merry almost christmas im excited

#southbound:ooc #hi im late pls plot w me

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haniehae · 4 years ago

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yeah you see, i did say i talk too much LMFAO

omg exactly!! pretty u was GREAT for the aesthetics, but as content creators we suffered sooooo much with that mv... really glad the performances were great and cute and they made up for it!

omg i love all those choreos too! but damn you didn't like crush?? that was the only song i really loved from the album skjdnfjka but yes omg i totally get it liking a song because of the choreo, i recently did that with enhypen's upper side dreamin lmfao AND YES I LOVE CHOREOS WITH HATS TOO!!! suits and hats are HOT

and don't worry about talking too much, i'm a massive rambler so i do talk a lot too lmfao

also coming here for the last time before the grand reveal! if it's already christmas for you, then merry christmas and i hope you have an amazing day <3

i just wanted to tell you that i'll be posting my gift a bit late, like tomorrow or the next day, i was super busy and lazy when i wasn't busy so i thought i could make all 3 of my gifts (yes, 3 secret santas i'm participating lol) in one seating but i could finish 1 and half make the other 2 lmfao so i'm sorry about that! but it'll be here soon <3

have a nice weekend!

- svt secret santa 🎅

Yeah 😅 I just thought crush was to cheeky?? Idk how to explain kkk it was just not my type of song to just listen kk but after watching a whole performance of it I really fell in love haha!

Merry Christmas to you too! If you celebrate it!! I hope you get to spend it with the people you love!! And don’t worry about you gift! Take your time! And wow participating in 3 secret santas? You are brave hahaha I’m participating only in this one and I still haven’t finished my gift 😅😅

#ask #sss 🎅

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sunnysidewrites · 8 years ago

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College barista!Seungcheol

Based on this prompt: I know I keep coming to the cookie shop and for some reason it’s always your shift but don’t you dare judge me I need these for my sanity

@officialseungcheol hey hun it’s me, your secret santa!!! I’m so sorry for being late aaaa but I really hope you enjoy this trainwreck!!! I had so much fun drafting this I got so soft omg and I tried to get a feel of what you liked, and I decided to go with a college!au bc you said you liked that!!! We’re finally free from finals so this seemed to fit ❤️❤️💞💞 Merry Christmas honey!!! I hope you spend it with loved ones and have a lovely time so much like yourself!!! it was so fun talking to you and I hope to continue that 🎁🎁🎄🎄🎄🎄 lemme know what you think!!!!

warnings: there’s probably way too much winking and ur gonna burst from too much soft :///

You’re a mess

Well, aren’t we all hun

But you’re pretty sure you’re a deadline away from flipping that cafeteria table across the room

You should have listened to your gut instinct to not tackle your college’s 2 hardest science classes in a single term but here you are suffering they’re also all labs :’))))

It’s way too late for that though!!!! Finals are only in 1 week!!!!

And you are fully ready to tear out all your hair

So,,, many,,,, papers,,,, and projects,,,,

And what’s a better way to relieve your stress through binge eating?

You particularly like eating sweets to satisfy your sweet tooth cravings

You’re always swinging by that little quaint cafe shop fifteen minutes away from your dorm

“I’m also getting some exercise” you tell yourself as you munch on your 9th cookie and counting

Wow. relatable.

The first time you entered, you were there to try out some freshly baked cookies and bought a drink with it

So let’s just say the reason why you keep reentering the cafe isn’t solely because of the bomb treats

“Next, please!”

Your eyes were still on the menu above as you were walking towards the counter

When your eyes finally dropped down you were gonna legit fall bc a beaut like that???? Actually exists???????

His wide doe eyes were looking back at you expectantly, his mouth slightly parted open in a slight grin

“Are you ready to order?” He playfully teased, his smile growing a little more

I’ll have you cheol ;))))) a whole meal

You try to shake yourself out of your trance and proceed to order your classic warm gooey chocolate chip cookies with your drink

This b thinks he’s so slick when he asks for your name

“Y/N”

“Pretty name as the person ;) ;) ;)”

You’re taken aback and you’re trying to ignore your brain internally screaming at you

Your eyes shift to his name tag and you squint and lean forward a little to read the small text

“So is… Seungcheol”

All he does is give you a smile and moves toward the person at the coffee station, so you take that cue to leave with your cookies and find a table

As you get settled down and play on your phone, you occasionally glance up to check the progress of your drink

And ya know,,,,, eye candy,,,, it’s not just the food that’s a snack amirite ;))))

Wow ok i gotta stop lmao

And every. Single. Time. he’s there looking back at you

He even throws in a lil wink wink and you’re like lksddfjkdfkjdl i am only here for my drink

And that was your eventful first encounter with the infamous Choi Seungcheol

The stress didn’t end there though!!!

Finals were inching closer by the second and you were going ballistic over the stress

So you did what anyone does:

STACK ON THEM TREATS

It’s only been a day since you were last in the shop but you were really craving sweets and the lil cafe was now your go-to for everything

As you were walking, you felt just a lil spark of hope that maybe,,,, you would meet him again but you brushed it off as not very likely

Surprise!!! He’s there again!!!!!

He raises his eyebrow at you with a playful smirk and watches you make your way to the line

You order 5 of the same cookies and he’s like oh jeez

“You ate 5 yesterday too,,,, are you okay?”

“loOK ITS FINALS AND I AM NOT GONNA GO DOWN WITHOUT A FIGHT”

And he’s like dude slow your roll

You’re just hammering down those cookies the rest of the week and at this point cheols is Deeply Concerned

“Y/N, you’ve been here every single day for the entire week, not to mention you order 5 at the minimum….. You need a break”

It’s Sunday, which means your finals start tomorrow on Monday

And you’re just an entire wreck like plS I NEED. MY. COOKIES.

“You don’t understand man i need these as my f u e l”

While he’s giving you your change, he nonchalantly shrugs and says, “Well, these cookies here aren’t the best,,,, if you really want it to hit the spot, I know a bakery a few cities away. It would top this place anytime”

And you’re like ,,,,,,,,is this,,,,, a,,,,, date,,,,,,,,,,

“I’ll take you up on that,,,,”

And he’s like :))))) oh here’s my number and he scribbles it down on a napkin

You text him later that day and you’re like “u better not back out of that offer >:( i take my cookies seriously”

Him: “oh sweetie i won’t ;))) hahaha see what i did there”

You: “bye i’m not going anymore”

And then he panics but at least he wished you good luck on your finals lmao

Once you are DONE with hell week, you immediately jump on your plans

“Ok look i just finished finals 3 minutes ago and we are leaving”

“You’re lucky i didn’t have any plans today”

“It’s also bc u like me and u would show me anytime :))))”

You see the lil … pop up and stop a good 5 times and you start freaking out like oh no did that scare him????

But all he does after a solid 7 mins is just send “meet me at the bus stop in 10”

The adventure to the bakery starts and you honestly had a blast

Getting to know him on the way there and back was just so refreshing

You thought he was a playboy but the way he introduces you and the owner there tells you otherwise

You spend the rest of the day trying out 20 different cookies even though you still feel really bad bc they were all “on the house”

And the owner may or may not have told seungcheol “they’re a keeper ;)))))”

and he’s like bro stop

he can’t help but look at you fondly as you gush over the assorted cookies and his ears start turning red

By the time you’re on your way back home, it’s well into the night and you’re about to crash not just from the sugar but from the overwhelming stress of the week

you start to doze off aND HE!! PUTS YOUR HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER!!!!! SIISDJJSJSJHS

He’s fangirling the whole way back what a cutie :’((((

he gently wakes you up and he uses you looking sleepy and disoriented as an excuse to “guide you” and puts his arms around you

You’re way too exhausted to think anything about it so you just accept it and it’s also bc you would have probably fell flat on your face getting off the bus if it weren’t for him steadying you sooooo

He insists on walking you all the way to your dorm even though his is in the opposite direction and you’re like sigh fine but only bc it’s late

When y’all come to a stop in front of your building, he seems to be much more shy and reserved in contrast to the bold, flirty persona in the cafe

He stuffs his hands in his pockets and looks at you all shyly

“Well, I hope you enjoyed the bakery today,,, I did”

“it was amazing. But you were wrong about it being my favorite”

And he looks at you really quizzically bc it looked like you fell in love with the place so you continue

“You don’t work there and I won’t be able to see you” you kinda mutter and he looks stUNNED

Before the full regret hits you, you step in and give him a quick peck on the cheek and he’s literally frozen the whole time

“Merry Christmas, Seungcheol” you rush to say and then give him a quick wave before zoOMING OUTTA THERE

He watches you disappear in the building and it takes him a full minute to process everything

He can’t stop the gigantic grin from spreading on his face with a soft smile

“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

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adhxrxnt · 8 years ago

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Hustle Cat Secret Santa gift for @crystem

What.. a lovely turn of events >w> <w< I worked a little special extra hard on this for u babe~ 😘

It had been a pretty calm day at A Cat’s Paw. A steady flow of customers, but not too much for everyone to keep up with. In fact, everyone could take regular breaks, and you were pretty sure you’ve seen Finley sneak a donut or two, much to Mason’s annoyance.

The day, however, no matter how peaceful it was, had to come to an end, and that end came when the last of the customers left and you politely let them out before turning the open sign on the door.

“Avery, dear~!”

“JESUS MOCHI’S HAIRY BUTT–– FINLEY. I told you to stop sneaking up on me!”

And indeed she had – when you had your back turned to the cafe, Finley had snuck her arms around your waist with little to no regard of your awareness of the situation.

“Aw, come on Aves, you’re so cute when you get scared!”

You signed and ran a hand through your gray hair. If you didn’t know better, you would definitely have blamed Graves for it, but… well, you did know better, so you guess he gets off unscathed just this once.

“Aw, Avery, are you mad at me? I just wanted to do something fun with you after everyone went home!”

When you turned to look at her, you noticed a pout made its way to her face. Was she trying to get you to say sorry? Oh no, that is not how this worked.

“Nope! Nu-uh, not until you say sorry for scaring me Finley–”

“So then… you don’t want your Christmas present?”

That made you perk up. Present? Well, you do like free stuff.. damn, she got you there. You knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her for long, but you were damn well going to keep trying until it worked one day.

“Did you say present?”

A catlike grin spread over your face as Finley started dragging you to the second floor of the building, ideas for what she could have gotten you blooming up in your mind.

Maybe she got you food! She did know how much you loved food, after all. It never failed to keep you happy, and she had been sneaking in the kitchen a lot…

Oh, but she could have gotten you an ugly Christmas sweater! Lord knows you’d been asking for that a lot, since your last one had been claimed by Mochi as a bed.

“Okay, close your eyes! I wouldn’t wanna spoil the surprise yet!”

So you did, shaken out of your thoughts by Finley dragging you along by the hand. You could basically feel the bright smile on her face as she pretty much skipped over to the table with you in tow.

“Sooooo, what is it? Can I eat it?”

You heard Finley snort as she lets go of your hand.

“You can try. Say aaaaah~”

And so you opened your mouth, a long aaa sound being made for effect. You felt the warmth of her hand coming closer as she put the present in your mouth, laughing madly as your tongue met–

Glass?

“Wha–?”

“Merry christmas Aves! I’m gonna do your nails! I thought we should spend some more quality time together, and– Are you blushing? Oh my god Avery honey, you’re totally blushing! That’s soooooo cuuuuute!”

“I’m not blushing! I can’t believe you tried to feed me nail polish! You’re so mean Finley I thought you loved meeeeeeeee…”

You heard her laughing lightly, and a smile made its way to your face as well.

“Just sit your cute butt down and take off the blindfold, Aves. We have work to do!”

And so you did. Despite what you said, you could feel your face heating up slightly once again when Finley took your hand and started getting to work. Her hands were gentle and precise, painting your nails with lovely reds and greens in the spirit of Christmas. A cat on your thumb, a small tree on your ring finger, and various snowflakes over the rest, sealed off with a layer of rainbow glitter.

Needless to say, you were absolutely amazed. Your nails were so small, how did Finley manage to make such stunning artwork on them?

“Well, what d'ya think? I know it’s nothing big, but–”

“Finley, it’s amazing! How did you even do that!? There’s a cat on my thumb Finley! You’re so skilled!”

This time is was her turn to blush, smiling.

“Well if that’s how this gets me treated, I should do this more often.”

And with that, it was your turn again. Shit, had she found out your weakness for gentle hand touches and beautiful art?

Well, you could worry about that later. First, it was Christmas, so that meant…

“Ok thank you bye Finley I gotta go run to get as much chocolate as possible byyyyyeeeeee!”

“Wh– HEY! Avery, come back, I’m not done with you yet!”

You hoped next year would be like this again.

#hustlecatsecret #crys it was u all along #uwu #love u bb hope you enjoy it~

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