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bullet-prooflove · 15 days

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Good People: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @wabi-sabi1090 @lostinwonderland314 @turtle-cant-communicate @fallout-girl219

Takes place after:

The Farm - Carmy recalls the day you met.

Prequel to:

Pears - It starts when Carmy makes an order he doesn't remember.

Mornings - Carmy sleeps better with you around.

Bubble - You have no idea that you saved Carmy's life.

Crazy, Stupid, Fucked Up World (NSFW) - Carmy tells you he lvoes you for the first time.

Everyone knows that Carmy has a thing for the farm girl. It’s the way his attention shifts when your name is mentioned, the fact it’s him signs for the orders and no one else. They watch as he asks about your day and raise their eyebrows when he stands there and actually listens.

“You may as well be giving her fuck me eyes.” Richie says as he tries to wrestle The Beef t-shirt onto an inflatable hotdog in Jimmy’s backyard.

The two of them are setting up for that ridiculous kid’s party, hoping to knock a couple of grand off the debt Mikey owed him.

“I don’t have fuck me eyes.” Carmy mutters, focusing on slicing the oranges for the homemade Ectoplasm he’s made because Unc’s kid is nuts about Ghostbusters.

“Oh you do. You fucking do.” Richie argues as he pulls out the duct tape. “It’s probably the reason we’re getting such a discount, she likes the way you shake that pasty white ass underneath that little apron of yours.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.” He snaps at Richie, launching a piece of fruit at the back of Richie’s head. It smacks him right on the dome and the other man turns to face him furious.

“What the fuck is with you?” Richie retorts, throwing it back. “Last month you got the shit kicked out of you by a guy dressed like a carrot, now you’re whoring yourself out for cucumbers. You’ve got issues man, big ones.”

Carmen really has nothing to say to that because honestly if he had to whore himself out to keep this business going, he probably fucking would. That’s exactly where his self-respect is right now, rock fucking bottom. It’s the reason he’s out here in the fucking suburbs slinging gourmet hot dogs for little monsters have no fucking clue how the real world works.

“I hate you.” He tells Richie as he throws himself back into his work the same way he always does. “I fucking hate you.”

It’s an hour later that Richie does the uncharacteristic thing and apologizes. Carmy thinks it’s probably got something to do with the Xanex he took about an hour ago.

“I shouldn’t have said that about Alice.” Richie says, rubbing his palm over the back of his neck. “She’s good people.”

“Yea she is.” Carmy responds as he starts to make up another hotdog. “She’s helping us out in a bind because she’s a good person. It’s got nothing to do with my ass.”

Richie tilts his head from side to side as he pulls the bottle of Xanax out of his coat pocket and spills another tablet into his palm.

“It’s a little to do with your ass.” Richie tells him as he takes the pill, washing it down with a cup of Ecto.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Carmy asks as he puts the finishing touches on his masterpiece.

“It means for some fucked up reason she likes you.” Richie responds, shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t know why, you’re basically a fucking mop with eyes but she does and you should really do something about that.”

“Like what Richie?” Carmy retorts, turning to face him, his hands coming to rest on his hips. “I run a sandwich shop that’s failing so badly I had to pay for our meat order with change out the arcade machine thirty days ago, I’ve got jack shit to offer anyone right now.”

“I’m just saying you deserve to be happy.” Richie says as he leans back against the fold up table, the tension in his shoulders relaxing. “Mikey would have wanted you to be happy.”

Carmy doesn’t know what Mikey would have wanted because Mikey, he’s not hear to tell him.

“That second Xanex just kicked in didn’t it?” Carmy remarks, changing the subject and Richie exhales, nodding his head.

“Oh yea, big time. I don’t feel a fucking thing.”

It’s on the way home, that Carmy starts to think about what Richie said, about you, about being happy.

Sitting in those fields at your farm on his days off, shooting the shit with you. It’s the closest thing to contentment he’s felt in years. If he was a better man, someone less mentally ill, he’d consider pursuing it but honestly he’s a fucking mess. He wouldn’t wish himself on any woman especially you.

“You’re punking out aren’t you?” Richie says from the passenger seat as he watches the world go by outside.

“No.” Carmy says, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. “She just deserves better than an asshole like me.”

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bloomries · 7 months

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be my valentine!

includes : lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, and belphegor.

summary : it's valentine's day, how will you spend it with your beloved?

warnings : gn! reader. food mention. valentines is my absolute faaaavorite holiday i love love and hearts and pink and chocolate~

LUCIFER

Loves the classics~ gets you a giant bouquet of red roses and has made a special, private reservation just for you two.

Today is really just an excuse to spoil you, Lucifer is secretly happy he gets to do so! Even though he claims Valentine's Day is a little silly, he doesn't miss his chance to celebrate it.

Very romantic and sincere and sweet, ugh, he's perfect~

Taking your hand in his, his thumb gently rubs against your wrist as he smiles at you. "Thank you," He says, a softness in his tone that puts you on edge— it's not often he lets down his walls to be so vulnerable. "For staying with me, and putting up with those idiots... I love you."

"I love you, too." And Lucifer certainly wouldn't mind if you leaned across the table to meet him in a sweet kiss.

MAMMON

Stayed up all night to try and make you chocolates but somehow failed— however its very last minute and he can't run out so this is what you're getting!

He's actually super nervous about it, getting bashful as he hands you the chocolates.

"If ya don't like 'em you can just throw 'em out," Mammon says, clearing his throat as he avoids eye contact. Burnt chocolates mixed up in a bag, the molds not holding together well and crumbling but you didn't have the heart to throw them away, so stealing yourself, you grab a chocolate and eat it.

"It's delicious!" You cheer, and although you're clearly lying through your teeth, Mammon appreciates it nonetheless.

"I- I'll get you some real chocolates next time."

LEVIATHAN

Sends you a bunch of those valentine meme cards/posts and a lot of 'this is us' with cuddling cats and such.

Braves the outside world in order to take you out on a date— to the arcade of course, where he wins you a bunch of plushies!

Panics when he realizes he hadn't asked you to be his valentine.

"And then I-" Levi cuts himself off mid sentence as he stares at the mirror backing of the claw machine. Today is Valentines Day, and he's just realized he hadn't asked you to be his valentines yet. Pathetically, he turns to you, eyes glistening a little.

"H- Hey, you'll be my valentine's right?"

You have to hold back a laugh, unless you want him to start balling in the middle of the arcade. Accept his request quickly now so that you two can continue your lovely date.

SATAN

Plans a scavenger hunt from the moment you wake up. It leads you to several locations in the house that hold some sort of present before leading to him in the kitchen, where he's made your favorite breakfast.

He's wearing one of those cheesy 'kiss the cook' aprons, and you happily oblige.

"There you are." You coo, entering the kitchen. He curses under his breath, turning around to greet you with a smile— you solved his riddles much faster than he thought, but this fact also makes him proud.

"I made your favorite." He grins, plating your food and then his. You pick at it, sneaking a bite before it can reach the table. He chuckles, sitting down beside you.

"Eat up, because there's another riddle under your food."

ASMODEUS

Romcom marathon! Asmodeus has already set you out a matching loungewear set (it matches his) and a bowl of popcorn and candy and some drinks.

Cuddling all day and flirting in between movies- Is there any better way to spend the day?

Tuffs of champagne hair tickle your neck and Asmo wiggles about to try and get comfy again. Your fingers grazing against his arm softly and sending goosebumps down his spine. He sent a glance up at you, a smirk forming.

"Are you trying to get something more than a movie out of this, hmm?" He asks, leaning up to meet your lips in a kiss. "Not that I'm complaining..."

"Uh-huh," You lean in to kiss him again, only to tease him by placing a candy in your mouth. "Pay attention, you're going to miss your favorite part."

BEELZEBUB

Almost forgot it was Valentines, and gets flustered when he remembers. He's not the most romantic, but he wants to do something for you.

Decides to make you breakfast in bed, although by the time it gets to you...

"Well, at least you didn't eat my favorite part?" You try to calm him down, taking the food and taking a few bites. Delicious. He sighs, rubbing his arm as he looks at the ground. "I'm not that hungry right now, you want the rest?"

Dejectedly, he takes it and devours it. Then he perks up as he gets an idea.

"How about we go out? That place you wanted to try opened up downtown just last week."

"Sounds perfect."

BELPHEGOR

Teases you for celebrating the cheesy holiday.

Might cave in and get you flowers and a simple box of chocolate, don't mention it, okay?

Is he blushing? Yes, yes he is.

"Oh? I thought the holiday was a waste of money and time, a corny holiday invented by capitalist?" Belphegor rolls his eyes at your words. You sure know how to irk him, don't you? But he loves that about you too.

"Yeah, yeah, if you don't want 'em, I'll just give 'em to Beel."

"Nope, they're mine." You coo as you snatch the bouquet and chocolates. "Thank you, Belphie. I got you a little something too." Well he certainly won't deny a gift from you~

#obey me x reader #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #om x reader #om imagines #om headcanons #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader

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jjkeremika · 9 months

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AoT men favorite places with you

description: AoT men’s favorite place to be intimate with you

pairing: Eren, Jean, Connie, Reiner, Porco, Levi, Erwin, Armin, Zeke, Bertolt // x reader

nsfwww

Eren

• prefers public places, not well hidden, like fingering you under the table or having you suck him off behind the racks at restaurants and shops

• risky, likes the thrill of potentially being caught, swears the adrenaline makes you look and sound sexier

• loves sucking on your neck and leaving hickeys, bites your shoulders enough to leave a visible mark for days

• shushes you while he strokes your hair, tells you that you need to be more quiet when you swallow him whole, that you need to bite your lip when he rocks his hips

Jean

• at home, in the kitchen, while prepping for dinner or while baking desserts

• likes lifting you onto the countertop, kissing and fondling you until his preset timers are going off

• always takes his shirt off before putting the apron on, just in case he spills something on it anyway

• smacks you with a spatula or wooden spoon when you walk by, threatens to do it again when you squeal

• watches you lick the batter off your finger with dilated pupils and starts palming his erection through the apron, staring at your lips the whole time

Connie

• well if it wasn’t the arcade, it wasn’t anywhere but home

• hes winning prizes and tickets at every game, smiling and handing you the gifts to keep, smacking your ass and kissing your cheek intermittently

• sometimes asks you to blow on his hands before ski-ball or air-hockey for good luck

• reminds you of that when he asks you to blow on his cock later, behind the pac-man operator, when he’s unzipping his jeans and you’re dropping to your knees

• sometimes will push up against you from behind, pushing your hips into the game as you play, as he teaches you

Reiner

• rents cabins so you two can be conpletely alone because he loves to hear you scream, and doesn’t want a soul to hear or see you (only him)

• likes you on your hands and knees, his hand roughly pulling your hair

• situates you so both of you are facing the wide window, overlooking the natural scenery as his hips slap against yours

• smirks at you in the reflection in the window, blows kisses when you both make eye contact in it

Porco

• could always find him hanging out under the bleachers, and he greets you with open arms and a big kiss each time

• wraps his jacket around you when he takes your shirt off; puts your shirt over his backpack so it doesn’t touch the ground

• holds you so close and so tight, protects your head with his hand if you two get too close to the metal benches

• loves the rattle of the bleachers when you grab onto the metal bars or benches as he fucks into you from behind

Levi

• hates doing it in bathrooms and kitchens

• prefers taking you to expensive hotels with clean sheets and fluffy towels, usually rents a room with two large beds so you can rest and relax on spotless sheets

• cleaning up is his favorite part, lapping up your streams of fluid from your thighs like a parched dog

• loves shoving his cock down your throat when he’s about to orgasm, loves feeling and watching you swallow his cum, enjoying everything more thoroughly with the knowledge that he doesn’t have to dirty a towel

Erwin

• back of the car, like you’re both hormone-crazed teenagers who can’t keep their hands off each other

• has a huge car, so sprawling you out into any position isn’t an obstacle

• always wraps his tie around his wrist, dangling it slightly, and sometimes sharply slaps it against your ass

• plays music through the speakers every time, always drives to the ocean or the lake

• likes the visual of you beneath him, his cock pushed between your breasts

Armin

• likes to be in private, at home BUT the back room at the public library comes quite close

• works there part time, so acquiring the room was easy, and there was something about seeing you amongst unbound books that evoked something inexplicable within him

• loves when you bend over him like an open book, especially when you’re asking him to lick you out while you suck him off

• always reminds you to be quiet when he’s louder than you are

Zeke

• likes to take you to plays and musicals and theaters and operas, “to enjoy the sounds and symphonies of art,” he’d say

• his hand is crawling up your thigh before intermission, tracing the tights pattern up your skirt

• hides the playwright over your lap so those in neighboring seats can’t gawk (but he also kind of likes it when they do)

• rushes you to the bathroom during intermission, hiking up your skirt and ripping a hole in the crotch of your tights

Bertolt

• plays basketball, so meeting him in the locker room after practice is the routine

• explores different positions on the benches and in the showers with you, bending you over it or holding you up

• loves holding your butt cheeks like two globes, moaning every time he compares his hand and dick sizes to the size of your ass

• blushes when he sees you at his games because he knows what will happen later in the locker room, what you’ve both practiced for

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wayvchip · 25 days

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cute dates with boyfriend!wayv

kun invites you over to his apartment to cook dinner and have a relaxing wine night. except maybe it wasn't that relaxing since you both turn it into a tipsy masterchef cooking competition. although you are quite intimidated by his cooking skills, you don't let that stop you from trying your best (which wasn't very good). kun, being the nicest guy ever, lets you win. the winner chooses the loser's punishment. you make him wear an embarrassing apron that says "kiss the cook but don't touch the buns" kun complies and prays the pictures you took of him on your phone never end up in yangyang's hands, or else he would never hear the end of it.

ten loves volunteering at the animal shelter, especially a shelter with lots of cats who need extra love and attention. you and ten spend the whole day playing with the cats, feeding them, cleaning out their cages, and brushing their fur. he almost wants to adopt yet another cat or two or three, but you gently remind him this isn't in real life neko atsume so he cannot collect all the cats in the world (unfortunately). ten's eyes soften when he sees you cuddling a senior kitty and he can't help but think to himself he wants to raise many cats with you in the future.

winwin would take you to the beach on a sunny day to enjoy the light breeze and salty air until the sun sets. you notice how he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he is checking you out. winwin compliments you endlessly and gives you one of his jackets to cover up because he hates the thought of other people staring at you. throughout the day, you help each other reapply sunscreen, and you giggle whenever he struggles to squeeze the tube that barely has any sunscreen left, because it sounds exactly like someone after they eat taco bell. during moments he thinks you aren't looking, winwin manages to find a pretty pearly white seashell among the billions of grains of sand and gives it to you.

xiaojun would invite you over to his place and you guys spend the whole time building legos and geeking out over the newest flower and plant lego sets. he starts sweating when your hand accidentally touches his hand while reaching for the same lego piece, even though you guys are literally dating. silly ahh boy. after you both finish building the set in one sitting, xiaojun makes you one of his famous oreo mug cakes, and he makes sure to lightly blow on the spoonful of batter to cool it down before feeding it to you and watching you eat it (he is so whipped for you)

hendery would take you to a hong kong style cafe. it's cozy and cute, and has lots of history behind how the shop came to be what it is today. you have trouble deciding what to order since you are unfamiliar with cantonese food but hendery excitedly explains each dish in detail just for you. once you decide what to get, hendery orders for you in cantonese, which makes you fall in love with him all over again. his eyes light up when you show interest in learning a few canto phrases and he feels his heart melt a little when you repeat after his words and ask if your pronounciation was okay.

yangyang loves going to the arcade section in the amusement park. the bright, colorful lights, silly circus music, and sound effects from the machines makes him feel like he's reliving his childhood again. yangyang tries to show off his claw machine skills because he wants to impress you. he literally tries so hard and finally wins a plushie for you after his like eleventh attempt. while yangyang is rambling on about how the "claw machine was rigged" and how "it wasn't a skill issue" on his part, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which makes him shut up immediately and start blushing furiously.

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xoxoskai · 5 months

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RKVERSE BRATVA HEADCANNONS

that no one really asked for, but everyone needs<3

Damien Orlov is Nikolai Sokolov's Godfather.

The one-slightly related to the mafia- kid that all the second-generation mafia kids are scared respect is Sebastian and Naomi's firstborn (I said what I said)

In the Morozov household, all arguments are solved through uno.

Ironically, the one with the best accuracy while firing a gun is the one with the least bloodlust in him, Gareth.

Annika is closest to Lidiya Morozova and the Orlov Princess.

Naomi and Sebastian are Gareth Carson's Godparents.

Adrian tries to homeschool his kids, but it backfires when neither of his kids let him work in peace as a sign of protest. He reluctantly lets them attend a private school with an army of bodyguards.

Kai Takeda becomes the next head of the Yakuza.

Vaughn is very good at playing video games to the point that he gets invited to play at events.

Maya and Gareth are the best at cheating while playing any kinds of board games and often defeat the rest (Killian loses because he's in a team with Nikolai who gets bored midway and tries to sabotage the game instead).

Damien is good at cooking while Kirill has a hidden talent for baking. Adrian finds the prospect of both of them wearing aprons funny until he is put on duty for washing the dishes. Wearing his daughter's purple, floral apron.

Jeremy becomes really good at lip-reading while he's trying to figure out what his parents are talking about over his head and as an adult, he's desperately trying to lose the habit around them.

The one who taught all the boys to drive a bike is Mio Orlov.

She also taught Sasha who nearly gives the Pakhan of the Bratva a heart attack when she figures out how to do wheelies with Rai cheering her on.

Kyle Hunter is exceptionally good at hide and seek and the kids could never find him whenever the Sokolovs were hosting sleepovers.

Annika has knocked endlessly and tirelessly on Adrian's office door till he let her in so she could demonstrate her pirouette the first time she had perfectly done it (Adrian had made Yan, Kolya and Boris give her a standing ovation).

Rai Sokolov is everyone's go-to Aunt for anything their own parents aren't letting them do. Asher and Reina won't send their sons to another continent for college? Enrolls her own son to go with them. The girls want to go to a concert? Sends an army of disguised bodyguards with them. One of the kids is drunk and needs to be picked up? She's already buckling into her car.

Adrian and Lia are Vaughn's Godparents.

Mia Sokolov starts giving plants as birthday presents and nearly makes Kirill and Damien bust a lung from laughter when she gives Adrian a cactus.

Karina Morozova has the reputation for giving the most bizarre gifts that the kids end up loving. Rents out an entire theater for Annika's birthday party. Buys all the game-machines in an arcade for Vaughn. Tells Maya they are going shopping for her birthday and flies her to Paris for it. Sees Jeremy reading bl when he's home from college one time and buys him an entire boxful of yaoi comics with a "I dog earmarked some of my favorites" note. She's extra that way and they all love it.

Damien, Adrian, Kyle and Kirill also have a group chat that Adrian has tried leaving multiple times. When Annika and Mia get boyfriends, Damien is laughing so hard at their predicament that Adrian reveals his daughter's secret relationship with the Pakhan's eldest son and then leaves the group. Again.

Lidiya Morozova becomes the first woman Pakhan after her uncle dares anyone to oppose her crowning with her getting backed up by four of the strongest Bratva families.

Vaughn and Kirill bond over making castles out of playing cards. They've spent lots of days, sitting cross-legged on the floor and stacking one card after another, using multiple decks. It's how he discovers his love for architecture.

Maya Sokolov is a natural at coding and hacking, but she finds it boring and even refuses Adrian's attempt to teach her to hone her skills.

Kyle is really good at magic tricks. Almost all the kids (minus natural cheaters, Maya and Gareth) fall for it even though some of them don't want to (Jeremy and Killian, they know it's a trick, but they can't prove it).

Naomi is not approving of Damien until she actually talks to him and realizes he's just a bakayaro.

Mia Sokolov is really good at escape rooms while Nikolai spends half the time going "That was a clue?"

Ilya Levitsky is only accepted into the family after he goes through extensive torture and lives on to say, "You can't keep me from her". He wins Kyle's respect with that.

Lia discovers that she's really good at drinking games when she's having a girl's night out with Sasha, Mio and Rai. She can throw darts with her eyes blindfolded.

The Volkovs have movie nights on Thursdays where the movies are decided based on a game of jenga. Annika swears she's not shaking the table (she is).

The Morozovs host the best sleepovers. We're talking Princess Diaries level of sleepovers with mattress surfing, vending and claw machines in the house and treasure hunts across the entire property.

The Orlovs are the best at throwing parties and love any occasion to do so. Cherry blossoms are blooming? Throw a party. His daughter got an A on her dictation? Throw a party. Someone bumped into Damien and he didn't kill them? Throw. A. Party.

The Carsons are the best at pretending they have no ties to the Bratva. You saw an army of bodyguards leaving their house? Must be the new interns Asher is hiring. Their oldest nephew has tattoos at the age of 11? But he loves drawings. Reina's twin is AWOL the whole time? She's just shy.

The Weavers are horrible at pretending they aren't related into some shady business.

The Sokolovs' house is synonymous with a common playground. Especially after Mia's kidnapping. If she's scared to go out and meet anyone else, ofcourse the rest of them are gonna come over at all times and spend time with her, it's only natural.

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Don't even wanna promise a part two when I know I never commit but here's to hoping?

#deception trilogy #monster trilogy #throne duet #thorns duet #adrian volkov #lia volkov #sasha morozova #kirill morozov #damien orlov #rina kent

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okwonyo · 8 months

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memories of heart.

ᙏ̤̫ 엔하이픈 ( 형들 ) + femreader （？） fluff established relationship warning not-proofread skinship kissing & 500 —⠀ bookshelf

notes. i'm so sleepy T^T

heeseung

arcade date: has always dreamed about going to this kind of dates; especially as the hopeless romantic as he is and how much he loves video games, the thought of playing a bunch of these with the one he loves makes him become red from cheerfulness. proud smile on his face, he is the type to win a plushie a prize for a game and offer it to you— “thank you for being here with me”

photobooth date: is beyond annoying about which poses you should do, claiming he wants the set of pictures to be perfect. ‘sit like that’s and ‘put your hand over here, baby’s before each flash, he makes you sit on his laps and hold you by the waist firmly. giving up on posing perfectly, he always and up giggling when you look at him for a slip second— hand slipping from the top of your thigh to right before the knee, you can see his cheeks growing red in the photography.

jongseong

stargazing date: prepares a whole picnic for the night, with your favorite flowers and dishes— made sure to put on the most romantic songs he has ever heard, with a couple of scented candles as-well.. whispers; “i think i love you too much, because..” he squeezes your hand, “in a sky full of stars, i will only ever see you” while you both watch the stars shining in the sky, he only watches them through your shiny eyes.

baking date: lets you tie the bow of his soft pink floral apron you bought for him for your six months anniversary. dots on you during the whole time, hand placed on your lower back as you put on glazing on the cute cake just made— leaning in as you does too, he might fall into it if he keeps on going. his favorite part is when you feed him some red and sugary strawberries.

jaeyun

lantern festival date: he takes you there after you told him you always wanted to go to one, mainly inspired by reponzel but also because you find the concept beautiful— and he is willing to do anything to make you happy. he holds the lantern as you put the candle in it, thinking you look so cute with that focused expression of yours. finds himself enjoying the rise of all the lanterns in the sky.

beach date: initially wanted to take a walk; claiming that the summer's warmth and clear sky was too beautiful to be missed. hand in hand, bumping shoulders when one of you says something funny, walking away from each other and coming back when the distance threatens to make your hands let go of each other. you end up both in the water at some point, clothes still on but barely even caring— he helps you float on your back, tries to kiss you under the salty water..

sunghoon

biking date: has spent weeks trying to find the perfect place to go biking together and made sure to do it when the weather starts being nice again. at some point, he starts biking close to you and with one single hand; trying to reach you with a stupid smile on his face, he loves cliche, you reach his hand and your fingers touch.. you hold hands for ten minutes before he almost falls.

auquarium date: running around the almost empty walls of the aquarium as you booked for the night session, looking at the fish wide headed as you swear it looks exactly like your boyfriend, holding hands while the blue hue kisses your skin tenderly— everything that makes an aquarium date one and are one your ‘date to do’ list, are the things you and him would do instinctively.

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karpingaround · 7 months

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diner shenanigans ˚ ༘ ⋆

- random oneshot i wrote at 3am :’)

A/N : 1.9k words, fluff, mother lowkey evil, mitsuya and y/n being sewing buddies, y/n is used a lot, not checked through cba sorry :), tbh i dont really like this that much but wtv

Mikey x F! Reader

-i love the blob blob blob

The diner was slower than the usual rush of people. It was a Saturday and past noon, and the diner was emptier than any other Saturday! To you, this was bliss. It saved you from constantly running around the building to collect and receive orders from customers, but also to serve the meals that were ordered.

However, now you were bored. You were still scootering around the diner for small check-ins and cleaning, but nothing was really keeping you occupied as usual.

If you had a choice, you would be at the arcade down the road with your friends. But since your parents owned the diner, you were basically forced into labour! Although you didn’t mind since the diner mainly revolved around sweet treats and desserts, meaning lots of snacks in case your appetite appeared.

Right now though, nothing was satisfying your tastebuds or boredom.

“Y/n!” Your mother shouted, pinching your cheek to grab your attention.

“ouch- ma, that hurts!”

“It should do! You’re slacking on the job again.”

“Is it really a job if I’m not getting paid? Ya know, this could be considered as forced child labour-!” At your attempt at being witty, your mother, grinned.

"Well, you eat half of the food we make for the customers, so you don’t need to be paid.”

You gasp, offended, while she laughs.

"Ma, I don’t eat that much!”

“Sure Y/n.” She took your hand and put your notepad and pan in your grip. “Some customers came in a few minutes ago at table 18. Go get their orders, and after that, I need you to clean up table 3 when they leave.”

“They haven’t even finished eating, ma?”

“Just trust me!”

At her words, you promptly walked over to table 18. As you approached, you realised that it was a group of boys dressed in black gang uniform!?! You debated turning back, however, it was too late; you were already at the table.

“Hi, are you guys ready to order?” You ask, holding your notepad up, prepared to jot down some squiggles of code. While you waited, you looked at the faces of the boys.

“I’ll have a-“ A boy with long black hair started before you cut him off.

“Takashj?” You asked impulsively, and in turn, the lavender-haired boy looked up at you.

“Hey-!?” The boy got cut off again as Takashj spoke.

“You work here, Y/n?” He smiled, ignoring his friend, who was flaming up in anger.

“Yea! My parents own the place; it’s nice to see you.” You smiled. Takashj was the club president of the sewing club! You had been in there since the start of the club, wanting to try to make an apron for the diner. You talked to Takashi and the boys about his sewing club, completely forgetting about your job until the table went quiet.

“Y/n!” Your mother shouts from the counter, and you flinch in fear. When you look back at her, she is irritatedly staring you down as you enjoy your job for a moment. How could she tell?!

Embarrassed, you clear your throat.

“Sorry about that. What would you guys like to order?” You completely switch to work mode, taking everyone’s orders.

“So, two lemonades, an apple juice, one strawberry shortcake, one coffee jelly, two cokes, and the banana shake special?”

You look at everyone as they approvingly nod before a blonde speaks up.

“Add five dorayaki to that, please!”

“Mikey, I told you five is too much!” Another blonde hisses from across the table.

"Well, I want five!”

The bickering carries on for a few minutes as you stand blankly, unsure of what to do.

“Y/n can you just add five dorayaki to the order?” Takashj whispers to you, watching as the two go back and forth in a game of rock-paper-scissors, best out of twenty.

“Are you sure?” You whisper back, not wanting to interfere.

“Yes, I just want this to be over.” He chuckles, and you smile in response.

“It’ll be on the house then.” You give him a thumbs up.

You clear your throat again, catching the two’s attention. “I’ll add five dorayaki on the house.” You smiled, and the two settled down; however, the blonde who ordered in the first place is beaming with joy.

“I’ll come back to you guys in a bit!” You cheerfully say, going to the counter and preparing the order. As you make the banana shake, you make sure to add more whipped cream for the blonde boy and give him two cherries on top and-

“Y/n, don’t waste ingredients!”

“sorry ma!”

You stop at the two cherries on top.

And as you prepare their bill, you make sure not to include the five dorayaki. You already eat that amount when working - what harm would it do if you gave your lunch to the particularly cute boy at Table 18?

Nervously, you started bringing their order over to the table. You hoped he wouldn’t notice the excess toppings you added on top of his banana shake or the fact that you only gave him the fresh dorayaki right from the oven.

As you neared, you noticed the boys go strangely quiet.

Ignoring the forbading feeling, you asked for each order, placing it in front of the person who ordered. When it came to the blonde boy, your face slightly heated up as you placed his banana shake and dorayaki in front of him without a word.

“Very cool, Y/n.” Takashi commented, to which you narrowed your eyes at him.

“What? I just gave him his order.” You said, acting clueless as the lavender boy gave you a sly grin.

“Anyway, here’s your bill; enjoy the meal!” You bow your head slightly in embarrassment before going off to the table, which your mother had told you to do. They did end up leaving after you served the boys, and thankfully, the table was on the other side of the diner.

Once you finished wiping the table, you dropped the dirty dishes off in the kitchen, and your mother was swift to tell you that the boys had left and you needed to clean again.

However, your mother never mentioned the pale blonde who still sat at the table.

“oh, can I take these?” You ask, leaning to get a glance at his face as he looks out the window. Quietly, he nods, and you take that as a sign to get out - ASAP! You were not in the mood to mess with a gang member right now, and by reading the embroidery on his jacket, he was the president of his gang!

After collecting the tableware, you counted up the abundance of pennies and notes left behind. With a few hundred yen tip, you smiled. What nice delinquents!

Finally, you collected up the tray and the money left behind. “Have a good day.” You muttered, catching the boys attention as you turned on your heel to leave.

“Wait, Y/n was it?” He stood up from his seat, seeming to be urgent.

“Yes, do you need something?” You smiled, feeling your cheeks burn up as you noticed his happy grin.

“Thank you for the extra cherry and whipped cream.”

“How did you notice?” You ask obliviously, smiling as you were caught red-handed.

“The other booth ordered a banana shake special, and theirs was much less full than mine.”

“Crap! Really? I might get sacked.” You joke to yourself, yet the boy laughs.

“and the five dorayaki as well.” He adds on, and you sigh. "Well, that was my lunch, so I won’t really get sacked for that.” You laugh, feeling your stomach grueling with hunger.

“You can still eat more, though, right?” He asks, a guilty smile on his face, and you give him a nod. You usually ate lots of snacks during work hours anyways..

“You really wanna work here on your days off from school?” He asks, noticing you drifting off in your thoughts.

“I mean, I did wanna go to the arcade today..” You mutter, wondering why you were still talking to the pretty boy that was making your palms get sweaty.

“I’m going there now! Wanna join?” He smiled at you, his head tilted like a puppy, as he offered.

“I don’t think my mother would approve.” You whisper before you both laugh.

“Y/n! Stop slacking!” Your mother calls out on cue, and you can only smile awkwardly at the boy. You look back at her, mouthing ‘one sec!’ before turning back to the boy, who is patiently waiting for you to finish.

“I’ve gotta get back to work, have a nice time at the arcade..?”

“Mikey.” His eyes turn to crescents as he smiles again. “See you, Mikey.” You spin on your heel, quickly going into the kitchen and geeking out to your friend, who was washing the dishes, about the boy you had just met.

“And then he asked me to go to the arcade with him!” You sulked, imagining what could’ve happened if you were able to go to the arcade.

“What about a lunch break? Maybe you could join him?” Yumi asked, wiping her hands as she finished washing up.

“ 'already took one, since I figured it was a slow day and I wouldn’t need another break.”

“So you can’t eat lunch with me?” Your friend pouted, taking off her apron, sewn by you.

“I mean, I could ask for a fifteen-minute pee break?”

Yumi laughs at your idea as you try to come up with excuses for why you could get out of work.

“Y/n!” Your mother suddenly shouts from the counter, and you immediately appear, worried you were about to be lectured for trying to skip work.

“Yes ma?”

“This boy wants to take you out.”

...

“What-?” You stutter as your mother nods her head, smiling at you teasingly.

“Who? Where is he?” You eagerly walk up to the counter, looking around for Mikey.

“Outside on his motorcycle. Another nut head.”

She comments, and you gasp.

"Ma, you can’t just say that!”

"Well, he’s crazy for wanting to take you out.” She laughs at her own joke, and you hear your friend and father both laugh along in the kitchen. "Ma, that’s just rude!”

“Y/n, are you going to keep the boy waiting?” Your mother asks, watching as you rock on the heels of your shoes in anxiety.

"Wait, I can go with him?” You don’t even wait for an answer as you take off your apron and slip on your jacket.

“Wait Y/n-!” Your mother tries to call for you, but you’re already out the door and talking to the delinquent she just badmouthed.

She sighs to herself as she looks at Yumi.

“Can you take her shift?”

“Well… it’s kind of my lunch break right now!” Yumi smiles at your mother, taking a strawberry shortcake from the display and heading over to one of the booths.

Your mother groans as she slips on an apron and aggressively grabs your notepad that you had left behind.

“stupid teenage love.” She mutters before heading to a table to collect their orders.

“I heard you talking about me in the kitchen! It gave me the courage to ask for your mother’s blessing!”

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!?”

“just kidding! I only asked if you were free.”

#mikey x reader #manjiro x reader #manjiro #mikey manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #manjirou x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #tokyo revengers #sano manjiro x reader #manjirou sano

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soulc-hilde · 3 months

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Money, Money

Pairing: Carmen Berzatto x OFC! Caden

Synopsis: No longer about her future, Caden spirals as the rug is once again pulled from underneath her feet. Living her days in a silent shell, she forces herself into her work. Noted as the restaurant's Mute Pâtissier, the stuttering eyes of her boss always finds themselves attached to her. Studying her. Like some animal in the wild.

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Mindlessly stepping into the kitchen from the back door, Caden was ignorant of her surroundings as she fumbled to take the helmet from her head. Freed at last, she fans one of her gloves over her flushed face when the sound of something boiling catches her ear. She turns around, lidded eyes stare at the unconscious body of Carmen. She quietly sighs, walking over, and gently lifts his right leg onto the bench beside his left one.

It's uncomfortable to lie like that, she justifies to herself.

The baker walks over to the locker room and begins to remove her jacket, swapping the green and black bike gear for the blue apron that lays on top of her white graphic ‘Eat My Boot’ shirt. As she leaves the corner, the bell rings at least two times. Heading for the door, Carmen jumps up behind her, a frazzled reenactment of The Undertaker.

His dazed eyes take a few to focus, squinting at the blurred figure strutting for the door. He hops to his feet, walking behind as the door opens. His eyes rest on Caden as the morning light lays across her face, onyx eyes turn into a warm brown similar to the chocolates she’d melt for her desserts. Curly, blonde edges peak from underneath the green bandana. He watches as she looks down at the cooler, face blank and unimpressed, but forced to take it anyways.

He snaps out of it, stepping closer.

“What’s that?” He rhetorically asks, glaring down at the blue cooler.

She sighs, “25 pounds of meat. He says, we couldn’t even afford half of what we needed.” Carmen shakes his head, “no, no, no – Fuck!”

“That’s what I said,” she sighs, pulling the tub with her to the kitchen. “There has to be a way… a, a mistake, maybe?”

Caden shakes her head, “call Lu, see what she says. If anything, she’s probably so far in debt with Mikey, there are no more loopholes.”

With that she steps into the walk-in, begrudgingly putting away the meat onto shelves taller than her. In the meantime, Carmen rushes into the office to call Luanne in hopes she’d at least give him this one chance.

“Yeah, yeah,” he nods. “yeah, yeah, yeah. No, no. No, Luanne that’s, that’s… that’s really nice of you.” He pauses as she speaks, “uh-huh.”

“Yeah. No, no, w-we’re really grateful to still be open after everything. Yeah, so listen, I, um… I’m still tryin’ to figure this place out, ya know, see how Michael was doing everything and I wanna get yer money. Yeah, yeah, no. Uh, I miss him, too. Yeah. Okay.”

“No, it’s good. Yeah, yeah. Okay. Thanks, anyway. Yeah, yeah, yeah. A’ight. Bye.” He hangs up, tossing the phone across the office.

Stewing with his thoughts and the obnoxious, old ass arcade games, he stands up. “Fuck!”

He marches for the games, “shut up!” He goes to pull at the overcrowded outlet extension. Tina charges after him, “no, no, no. Puta! Don’t unplug it.”

He stops, rubbing the center of his forehead with the back of thumb. “I know what that means, Tina.” She continues. “You unplug it, it won’t work again.”

Caden appears in the doorway behind the woman. “Guessin’ the call didn’t go good,” she sighs. He simply shakes his head in response, eyes catching the coin slots of the machines. He points, “when was the last time you emptied these?”

The women shrug, “don’t know.”

Carmen rushes to grab the key, opening each one, emptying the mounds of coins into buckets. Caden’s eyebrows raise as she watches. He turns to her, the ocean meeting the black sand.

She shrugs, “it’s not much, but it gets us goin’.”

She leaves, returning to help Marcus in the bakery. Well, more like do everything three times faster as he still has a bit to comprehend in terms of pacing. On the other hand, Carmen’s face stretches with a small corner smile, racing into the kitchen as he prepares one of the chucks of meat with his Japanese knives. Pot heated, ready for the red meat to drop within its cave.

Carmen trims the chuck of its fat with gloved hands and throws it away, he then seasons the meat before setting it to the side. He prepares the carrots, cutting them in halves before taking one and dicing it. Tina watches from over his shoulder, smirking, “you cut vegetables like a bitch.”

“Don’t wipe your hands on your apron, Chef,” he simply responds. Tina stops behind him, turning around, “Jeff?” “Chef.”

Unbeknownst to him, Caden watches from the corner of her eye, a subtle smile painting her round face. Like a tiny mad genius, she huffs.

He shakes some extra virgin olive oil across the bottom of the steel skillet before placing the meat inside, pressing down gently to start that nice brown sear as the oil hisses. Flipping the meat onto the other side after about five, ten minutes at the most, he flips it. The slightly charred meat with cooked remnants of seasoning practically sparkles against the yellow artificial light of the kitchen.

In another pan, he sautés some chopped onions, swirling them on a low-medium fire with a wooden spoon to prevent them from burning. He then adds in the diced carrots as well as celery with the onions, after a while of cooking those down, he adds in the tomatoes and beef stock, allowing it to boil. After bringing down the heat, he adds into a deep pan and coats the seared beef chuck with the sauce.

He covers the top with tinfoil, tidying up the edges and slides onto the top rack of the oven and letting it slow cook until they open for service. With his moment to breathe, he leans against the counter with a slouch, glancing at the clock.

10:25 a.m. He’s got some time to give Chi-Chi that jean jacket.

Caden was preparing another tray of honey buns and setting another on the rack to cool when Marcus glances at her. “How in the hell do you do that?”

“I’m sorry, what?” She looks back from the cooling rack, pulling down the protectant sleeve to keep them shielded from any contaminants.

“Like, how are you so fast?” He asks again, looking down at the raw down that lies flat and pathetic underneath his huge hand. “The mixer’s a piece of shit and broken, but when you do it, it’s as if you’re hands are the mixer… if that makes sense.”

She stares at him, “Marcus, kid, not a lot of shit you say, makes sense, but that’s okay.” She goes to wash her hands, speaking over the water.

“At first, I wanna say it’s all about experience. Regardless, if you went to culinary school like Car or if you’ve just worked within the food industry all your life.”

Hands wet and clean, she turns them upwards, digits facing the ceiling as she turns and grabs three paper towels with a pull and tear. She pats dries her hands before balling it between her fingers and using the material to turn off the water and tossing it into the trash bin. Rather than bouncing off the inner wall, the ball soars in a perfect arch, landing center on the empty trash bin.

“But, it’s more than that,” she continues, beginning to work on forming the next round of rolls.

“You need to find a repetition. A form of discipline that works with you. Not for, but with. Without that repetition, your skills become dull, or they become stagnant. You never progress.”

She lightly showers the cutting board with flour, covering the small ball of dough. She sets the cup beside her left and begins to roll with a circular motion, until it stopped sticking to the wooden board. Using the heels of her palms, she pushes the dough forward before picking up the top with her fingers and pulling it back down, molding it with the rest.

And the cycle repeats. Flour. Roll. Push. Pull. And finally, she places the collection on the parchment paper that lines the steel baking sheet. She covers them with another parchment paper and then two kitchen towels to let them rise.

“Once you create that rhythm, you begin to enter a flow. Whether that means you get lost within your work, you feel at ease – confident, or you learn somethin’ new along the way, you’ve made yourself a home within your space. Just like when you first came in, you were overwhelmed, felt like you were intruding, all that goes out the window.”

Marcus nods, a small smile of understanding brightens his face. She points at the shelves of dry and momentarily ingredients that were stored and labeled.

“That’s my system. Everything I do follows a system and no, it’s not like whatever fuck shit Tina and ‘em be doin’. Okay? That right there is Mikey and Richie’s mess that Car is now forced to fix. But here, in my bakery? Boy, yuh gonna learn somethin’ and yuh betta stick wit’ it cause I’on’t play.”

He laughs, nodding. “I got you, Chef. I got you.” She nods, eyes light with amusement, “ye hearin’ me?” He nods, “I hear you.”

She holds her hand out. He dabs her up and the two go back to the rolls. Marcus struggling while Caden empties the ovens and refills them with new trays.

Entering the kitchen, a woman stops, looking lost. She turns to the duo with a small smile, “uh, hi,” she waves. “I’m Sydney, I’m here to do an interview for the stagging position.”

Caden nods, shutting the oven. “Nice to meet you, Sydney. I’m Caden, the Head Baker. You’ll be speaking with the boss, Carmen. Follow me.” The two walk to the back of the dish room.

As they reach the back where Carmen’s voice echoes, conversating with someone of the phone, Caden sends a gentle knock. He hangs up, turning around. His face red and painted with lines of exhaustion lightens, his cerulean eyes meeting Caden’s dark ones. “Hey,” he breathes.

“Howdy,” she drawls. Her warm eyes softened at him, silently checking in. He nods in response, “yeah, yeah.”

She nods, gesturing to the young woman beside her. “This is Sydney Adamu, the new hire for the stagging position, I told you about.”

Carmen nods, “I remember. Yeah, thank you.” She nods, backing out, eyes staying on him, “always.”

Y'all, we got Syd the Chef in here, let's go! I'm also kind of soft for Caden and Carmen but that's a whole other discussion

Taglist: @spiderstyles04 @lostinwonderland314

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gyorouis · 2 months

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𐙚 WALTZ OF FOUR LEFT FEET.

— he fakes a smile as he watches you dance with somebody else.

genre: angst, strangers to friends to almost lovers to strangers again :>>

pairing: barista!kai x afab!reader

warning: none (?) lmk if i forgot anything

wordcount: 4.1k

now playing: shirebound & busking — waltz of four left feet ୨ৎ

the mellow music drifts through the open door, a soft invitation into the dimly lit room. kai steps inside, his eyes scanning the crowd, seeking you out. when he finally spots you, his heart skips a beat. you wave at him with a smile that could light up the darkest night, and he waves back, though his eyes linger on you, captivated by the way you move with your date. not him. not him and his heart being hopelessly in love with you.

how did he end up here, watching from the sidelines?

it was a sunny day in early spring when you first walked into the small bakeshop tucked away in a quiet corner of town. the scent of freshly baked bread and pastries wafted through the air, a comforting aroma that drew you in. you were a regular, often stopping by for a quick snack or a coffee on your way home from school.

as you approached the counter, you noticed a new face behind it. a boy with a friendly smile and dark, curly hair. he wore an apron that read “huening’s bakeshop” and seemed to be struggling to tie it properly. you couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight.

“need some help with that?” you asked, stepping up to the counter.

kai looked up, startled, and then laughed. “yeah, it’s my first day here. my dad’s making me learn the ropes. i’m kai, by the way.”

“nice to meet you, kai. i’m y/n. and don’t worry, i’m a pro at tying aprons,” you said, reaching over to help him.

as you tied the apron, you felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if you had known him for years. kai’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. “thanks, y/n. what can i get for you today?”

“i’ll have my usual—a cinnamon roll and a strawberry latte,” you replied with a smile.

kai nodded, jotting down your order. “coming right up. so, you come here often?”

“yeah, i’m a regular. best cinnamon rolls in town,” you said, glancing around the cozy shop.

kai grinned. “i’ll take that as a compliment. my dad’s been perfecting the recipe for years.”

as you sat down to enjoy your snack, you watched kai bustle around behind the counter, his movements becoming more confident with each task. you couldn’t help but notice how charming he was, and before you knew it, you had spent almost five hours in the bakeshop, nursing the same cinnamon roll and latte.

the next day, you found yourself back at the bakeshop, and the day after that, too. it wasn’t just the pastries that kept you coming back—it was kai. there was something about him that drew you in, a magnetism that you couldn’t resist.

spring break passed in a blur of lazy mornings and warm afternoons. you and kai quickly fell into a routine, spending almost every day together. on days when he ditched his shift at the bakeshop, you’d explore the town, discovering new places and sharing laughter and secrets.

one afternoon, you convinced kai to visit the newly opened arcade house just a few blocks from your house. as you entered the vibrant, neon-lit space, you felt a rush of excitement. the sounds of clinking coins and cheerful game music filled the air.

“ready to lose?” you teased, nudging kai with your elbow.

he laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “you wish. i’m pretty good at these games.”

the two of you spent hours competing at various arcade games, from air hockey to racing simulators. each victory was met with playful banter, and each loss with exaggerated groans of defeat. by the end of the day, you were both carrying armfuls of tickets, grinning from ear to ear.

“let’s get something from the prize counter,” kai suggested, his eyes scanning the array of toys and trinkets.

you nodded, pointing to a stuffed bear that caught your eye. “how about that one?”

kai exchanged the tickets for the bear and handed it to you with a shy smile. “for you.”

you felt a flutter in your chest as you took the bear. “thanks, kai. this was fun.”

“yeah, it was,” he agreed, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual.

another day, kai invited you to his house, promising to make an entire cinnamon roll bread just for you. as you entered the cozy kitchen, you felt a sense of warmth and belonging. kai’s family welcomed you with open arms, and soon you were elbow-deep in flour and dough, laughing and chatting as you baked together.

“are you sure you know what you’re doing?” you teased, watching kai fumble with the dough.

he grinned, a smear of flour on his cheek. “of course! i’m a master baker.”

you rolled your eyes playfully. “we’ll see about that.”

the two of you worked together, kneading the dough and rolling it out. kai’s hands brushed against yours occasionally, sending sparks of electricity through your skin. you tried to focus on the task at hand, but it was impossible to ignore the growing connection between you.

as the cinnamon roll bread baked, filling the kitchen with its sweet aroma, kai turned to you with a soft smile. “thanks for spending spring break with me, y/n. it’s been... really great.”

you felt your cheeks warm at his words. “i’ve had a lot of fun, too, kai. more than i expected.”

he took a step closer, his gaze intense. “i’m glad. because…”

your heart skipped a beat. “kai...”

before you could say more, the timer dinged, signaling that the cinnamon roll bread was ready. kai quickly turned to the oven, his cheeks flushed. he pulled out the golden-brown loaf, setting it on the counter to cool.

“let’s eat,” he said, his voice a bit shaky.

as things continued to unfold like a dream, each day brings you and kai closer. there was a particular afternoon that stood out, one that made your heart race with an intensity you hadn't felt before. you and kai had decided to have a picnic at a nearby park, the sun casting a warm, golden glow over everything.

as you sat on the checkered blanket, enjoying the snacks you’d brought, a gentle breeze picked up, blowing a few strands of your hair across your face. kai reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek as he tucked the stray hairs behind your ear. the touch was electric, sending a shiver down your spine.

“there,” he said softly, his eyes meeting yours.

you felt your cheeks heat up, and for a moment, you both just stared at each other, the world around you fading away. kai leaned in slightly, and you felt your breath hitch, your heart pounding in your chest. but just as his lips were about to touch yours, he pulled back, a deep blush spreading across his cheeks.

“sorry,” he mumbled, looking away.

you shook your head, your voice barely above a whisper. “don’t be.”

the moment passed, but the tension between you remained. neither of you had the courage to talk about it, to define what was happening between you. instead, you continued to spend your days together, a mix of unspoken words and lingering touches.

every night, as you lay in your bed, you replayed the moments of the day in your mind. you knew this wasn’t just a friendship, and you were certain kai felt the same way. it was a comforting thought, even as it filled you with a longing you couldn’t quite name.

as the end of spring break approached, you both knew that things would change once school started again. you wondered if the magic of your time together would fade in the harsh light of reality. kai seemed to share your concerns, his usual cheerfulness tinged with a quiet uncertainty.

“so, back to school tomorrow,” you said one evening as you walked together by the beach.

kai nodded, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “yeah. it’s going to be different.”

“do you think... things will change between us?” you asked hesitantly.

he stopped walking and turned to face you, his expression serious. “i don’t want them to. do you?”

you shook your head. “no, i don’t.”

he smiled, a small, hopeful smile that made your heart ache. “then let’s not let it. let’s keep this, whatever it is.”

“okay,” you agreed, feeling a sense of relief.

the first day back at school was a whirlwind of classes and catching up with friends. you tried to keep your promise to kai, to hold onto the special connection you’d built over the break. but then taehyun threw everything into chaos.

it was during lunch when taehyun approached you, his usual entourage nowhere in sight. he looked uncharacteristically nervous, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“y/n, can we talk?” he asked, his voice unusually soft.

“sure,” you replied, curiosity piqued.

he led you to a quieter corner of the schoolyard, taking a deep breath before speaking. “i’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now. i like you, y/n. a lot.”

you stared at him, stunned. taehyun, your rival, was confessing to you? it didn’t make sense. “taehyun, i...”

“i know this is sudden,” he continued, “and maybe you don’t feel the same way, but i had to tell you. i couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

you bit your lip, your mind racing. you thought of kai, of the delicate bond you were trying to nurture. telling him about this would only complicate things. “taehyun, i appreciate you telling me, but i need some time to think.”

he nodded, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes. “i understand. take all the time you need.”

you kept taehyun’s confession to yourself, unsure of how to tell kai. you didn’t want to hurt him or jeopardize what you had. but the secret weighed heavily on you, creating a rift between you and kai that neither of you acknowledged.

“everything okay?” kai asked one afternoon as you walked home together.

you forced a smile. “yeah, just a lot on my mind with school and all.”

he gave you a concerned look but didn’t press further. “if you ever need to talk, you know i’m here, right?”

“i know,” you said, feeling a pang of guilt.

the days passed in a blur of schoolwork and stolen moments with kai. you couldn’t help but notice the way taehyun watched you, his gaze filled with unspoken words. it only added to your confusion and the growing tension between you and kai.

one evening, kai invited you to the bakeshop after hours. the place was empty, save for the two of you. he had a tray of freshly baked cinnamon rolls waiting, the familiar scent filling the air.

“thought we could have a little spring break reunion,” he said with a smile, handing you a warm roll.

you took it, smiling back. “thanks, kai. this is perfect.”

as you ate, the conversation flowed easily, just like it had during spring break. but there was an underlying tension, an unspoken question hanging in the air.

“y/n,” kai said suddenly, his voice serious, “is there something you’re not telling me?”

you looked down at your hands, the guilt bubbling to the surface. “kai, i...”

before you could continue, the door to the bakeshop swung open, and taehyun walked in. he looked between you and kai, his expression unreadable.

“sorry to interrupt,” he said, his tone tense. “but i needed to talk to y/n.”

the end of the school year was approaching, and with it, prom night. the excitement was palpable throughout the school, with everyone buzzing about dresses, tuxedos, and the magical evening to come. you had been quietly hoping that kai would ask you to be his date, your heart fluttering every time you saw him.

each night, you would find yourself praying for kai to make a move, to finally ask you to the spring dance. you imagined how perfect it would be, to finally have your feelings for him out in the open, to dance with him under the twinkling lights and let everything else fall away.

meanwhile, kai was struggling with his own set of emotions. he had been trying to muster the courage to ask you to prom, but each time he attempted to broach the subject, you would deftly change the topic. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested—it was just that you were terrified of revealing how you really felt. your feelings for kai were so intense and confusing that you didn’t know how to express them without risking rejection or ruining the friendship you had.

one afternoon, kai was sitting at his usual spot in the school courtyard, his gaze distant as he stared at the ground. his friends, beomgyu and kai, were chatting animatedly about their plans for prom.

“so, have you asked anyone to the dance yet?” beomgyu asked kai, nudging him playfully.

kai shook his head, his nerves on edge. “not yet. still trying to figure out the right moment.”

“come on, man. just go for it. you’ve been thinking about it for weeks,” beomgyu urged.

kai sighed, looking down at his hands. “it’s not that simple. every time i try to talk about it with y/n, she changes the subject. i don’t know if she’s interested or if she’s just avoiding the topic.”

beomgyu looked at kai with a knowing smile. “sounds like you’re overthinking it. maybe she’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

kai frowned. “but what if she’s not interested? i don’t want to make things awkward between us.”

“you won’t know until you try,” beomgyu said encouragingly. “and if you don’t ask her, you’ll never find out.”

kai nodded slowly, still unsure. the fear of rejection gnawed at him, and the last thing he wanted was to risk what little time he had left with you before graduation.

two weeks before prom, you found yourself sprawled across kai's bed, the familiar comfort of his room and the soft tunes from the radio enveloping you. the scent of cinnamon rolls filled the air, and you took a bite of the sweet pastry kai had made just for you. it was a ritual you cherished, a small piece of normalcy in a sea of uncertainties.

you had been mulling over how to broach the subject of prom with kai. the subtle hints you had dropped over the past few weeks had not yielded any clear response from him. you decided to take a leap of faith, hoping that he might finally address the topic.

“kai,” you began, your voice soft but steady, “do you have any plans for the prom dance?”

kai’s demeanor shifted instantly. he sat up straighter, his eyes widening slightly. he looked at you, his expression a mix of surprise and anxiety. you could almost see the gears turning in his mind as he struggled to find the right words.

“uh, well,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, “i haven’t really thought about it much. i mean, i guess... i was thinking of just going as a regular attendee.”

his hesitation was palpable, and you felt a pang of disappointment. you had hoped for a clearer answer, a sign that he was planning to ask you, but instead, his response seemed to suggest otherwise. you forced a smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

“oh,” you said, trying to keep your tone light. “because, actually, i was thinking of asking taehyun to be my partner.”

kai’s face fell as if you had slapped him. his eyes widened in shock, and for a moment, he looked as though his world had shattered. the mention of taehyun, someone he knew you had a complicated history with, seemed to hit him harder than you had anticipated.

“t-th-that’s great then,” kai said, his voice trembling slightly. “i’m sure he’ll be a good partner. i... i don’t really have any plans, so i’ll just be attending.”

his smile was strained, and the awkward silence that followed was heavy with unspoken words. the room felt smaller, the weight of kai’s unspoken feelings pressing down on both of you. you could see the hurt in his eyes, and it made your heart ache.

“i think... i should go home,” you said quietly, standing up. “it’s getting late.”

kai nodded, his expression a mix of sadness and resignation. “yeah, okay. i’ll see you around.”

you left his house with a lump in your throat, tears threatening to spill. once you were home, you collapsed into your mom’s arms, the pain of unspoken words and unrealized hopes overwhelming you. you cried softly, your teenage heart feeling as though it was breaking for the first time.

back at kai’s house, the evening had turned somber. he sat with his dad outside, the cool night air offering little solace. kai stared at the stars, his thoughts a jumble of regret and self-reproach. he had wanted to ask you to prom, but his fear and uncertainty had held him back.

“dad,” kai finally said, his voice barely above a whisper, “i messed up. i wanted to ask y/n to prom, but i couldn’t bring myself to do it. now she’s planning to go with taehyun.”

his dad, sensing the depth of kai’s pain, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. he didn’t need to say anything—his presence and the shared silence spoke volumes. they sat together, the unspoken understanding between them a quiet testament to kai’s heartbreak.

kai’s thoughts swirled around the missed opportunity and his own cowardice. he had let his fears prevent him from expressing his true feelings, and now it felt like it was too late. the night passed in a haze of regret, kai’s heart heavy with the weight of his unspoken love and the realization of what he had lost.

the days after that night seemed to stretch on endlessly, each one marked by a heavy silence between you and kai. the once-easy conversations and warm smiles had been replaced by a stilted, almost uncomfortable formality. you would exchange polite hellos if you happened to run into each other in the neighborhood, but there was an unmistakable distance between you now.

one morning, you were walking to the corner store when you saw kai coming from the opposite direction. your heart skipped a beat, hoping for some semblance of the old familiarity. you offered a tentative smile, but kai’s response was a brief nod, his eyes quickly averting to the ground. the warmth you had once felt in his presence seemed to be gone, replaced by a chill that made your chest ache.

often times, you would take a different route to avoid further awkward encounters. as you walked past kai’s house, you saw him through the window, his back to you as he worked on a new batch of cinnamon rolls. the sight of him, so absorbed in his task, stirred a pang of longing in your heart. you remembered the days when you would sit in his kitchen, laughing and talking for hours over those same cinnamon rolls. now, even seeing him from afar felt like a painful reminder of what had been lost.

the neighborhood that once felt like a comforting haven now seemed like a landscape of painful reminders. each time you encountered kai while walking to school or grabbing groceries, the air was thick with unspoken awkwardness.

it was thursday, you ran into kai at the local park. he was sitting on a bench, reading a book, and for a moment, you hesitated. you had hoped that time would heal the rift between you, but now, the distance felt insurmountable.

“hey, kai,” you said, trying to sound casual as you approached.

kai looked up from his book, his eyes meeting yours with a brief flicker of surprise. he gave a stiff smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “oh, hey. didn’t expect to see you here.”

“yeah, just needed some fresh air,” you replied, forcing a smile. “what are you reading?”

“just a novel for class,” kai said, his tone polite but distant. “it’s nothing special.”

the conversation fell flat, each of you searching for something to say but coming up empty. the shared history that had once bridged the gap between you now felt like a distant memory. kai shifted uncomfortably on the bench, his fingers fidgeting with the book’s cover.

“well,” you said, feeling the weight of the silence, “i should get going.”

“yeah, me too,” kai replied, standing up. “see you around.”

you both went your separate ways, the encounter leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. the closeness you had once shared was now replaced with an uncomfortable tension that neither of you knew how to navigate.

kai stood on the edge of the crowd, his heart a mixture of bittersweet resignation and tender longing. from his vantage point, he watched you dance with taehyun, the joy in your eyes evident even from a distance. the sight of you smiling, lost in the moment, tugged at the corners of his heart.

he took a deep breath, trying to steady the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. the music played softly in the background, a gentle reminder of the beauty of the night, even if he wasn’t part of it. the rhythmic beat and the laughter of the crowd seemed distant, as if he were in a bubble of his own making.

as he observed, kai couldn’t help but reflect on the past weeks—the missed opportunities, the unspoken words, and the painful realization of his own fear. he thought back to those afternoons spent in the park, the moments when he had wanted to tell you how he felt but had been paralyzed by the fear of rejection.

a gentle tap on his shoulder pulled him from his reverie. it was beomgyu, who had noticed kai standing apart from the festivities.

“hey, man,” beomgyu said, his voice carrying a note of concern. “you okay?”

kai forced a smile, though it didn’t fully reach his eyes. “yeah, I’m fine. just needed a moment to think.”

beomgyu studied him for a moment, then nodded. “it’s a tough night, huh? seeing someone you care about with someone else.”

“yeah,” kai said, his voice soft. “but i guess it’s part of life. not everything ends the way you want it to.”

beomgyu clapped him on the back. “you know, it’s okay to feel sad. but don’t let it keep you from moving forward. sometimes, the hardest things teach us the most.”

kai nodded, appreciating the sentiment but feeling the weight of his own emotions. “thanks, beomgyu.”

beomgyu offered a reassuring smile before wandering back into the crowd, leaving kai alone with his thoughts once more.

kai took a step back, finding a quiet spot away from the hustle and bustle of the prom. he leaned against a wall, the coolness of the brick grounding him as he watched you dance. the smile on your face was genuine, and it struck him how much you deserved to be happy, even if he wasn’t the one making you smile.

he let his gaze soften, allowing himself to embrace the melancholy of the moment. the heartache was real, a sharp pang that resonated deeply within him. but even through the pain, he found a strange sense of peace. it was as if he was finally coming to terms with the reality of the situation.

kai closed his eyes, letting the memories of your shared moments wash over him. the way you laughed at his jokes, the warmth of your presence, and the bittersweet taste of those cinnamon rolls. all of it was a testament to what had been, and what might have been, had he not been so afraid.

finally, with a deep breath, kai straightened up and looked back at the dance floor. his eyes met yours once more, and this time, he allowed a genuine smile to spread across his face. it wasn’t a smile of regret or sorrow, but one of acceptance and hope.

“you’re going to be okay,” he murmured to himself, the words feeling like a promise. “things will get better eventually. they always do.”

he turned away from the dance floor, making his way through the crowd with a newfound resolve. each step felt lighter, as if the burden of his heartache was slowly lifting. he knew that moving on wouldn’t be immediate or easy, but he also knew that healing would come in time.as kai exited the venue, he glanced back one last time, catching a fleeting glimpse of you laughing with taehyun. it was a moment of closure, a final acknowledgment of what had been and what could never be.

gyo's note: i had fun writing this :>> lol fyi this happened irl but i was in kai's position and i knew that the dude i liked actually liked me back through his friend :DD so yeah we're actually both coward enough to do the first move, i've already moved on tho (it was like 2 years from now???) anyway, if you made it to this part, thank you so much for reading! you will be loved. xoxo!

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