#but I wrote them down and I’m soooooo excited

[alarrylarrie]

How was the new music you listened to today?? Anything you would go back to? I’m always looking for some new stuff 👀

Oh my gosh yes! I really enjoyed The Snuts and Fletcher’s albums. I went and listened to Joy Oladokun because someone suggested it and I adore her. I also started on Luke’s album but then I had to drive my kiddo and they have vastly different tastes from me lol so we listened to their playlist. 😆 So I’ll come back to that one later.

On the way home I listened to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs new album because I had totally missed the drop and I really liked it! Tomorrow I’m gonna listen to bad bunny while I clean, I think.

[earlysunshines]

sunshine girl

danielle marsh x fem!reader ; fluff

synopsis: you are not a morning person and danielle is an everything person—after working with her you start to like mornings a little more, or maybe just her.

warnings: grumpy x sunshine kinda?? ; reader is hyein's cousin ; soobin from txt and rest of nwjns mentioned ; pining and slowburn, like.. slooowburn ; sooo much fluff like soooooo much… ; loool anything else i didn't mention? ; barely proofread

a/n: fell in love w dani, caved, wrote... dreamy sigh... dani…

there is no universe or alternate reality with a twisted, psycho version of that you enjoys mornings. 

there is no way that you’d deliberately get out of bed just to hear the birds chirping and get up to open the curtains or whatever it is that morning people do to enjoy the grueling hours of 7 - 11am. 

do people actually do this? get up at 7am willingly without benefitting from it? the only reason you’re up is because you need that paycheck to keep you going. the image of the little envelope with your name on it and what you’ve earned renders you awake, at least awake enough to get yourself in the shower, dressed up, and ready to go for opening – you’ve never opened, and even worse, you’ve never met any of the staff that opened either. they can’t be worse than the closers, can they?

as you look in the mirror of your car, it’s palpable that the morning air hates you. your eyes are a little puffy, slight eyebags are visible, and your blinking is slower. you’ve got to get through this, it’s the only way to fit work into your schedule since your classes are all later in the day. 

when you arrive, there’s already someone in your unassigned but basically assigned parking spot – you frown as you back up into a different place. 

after you shift your car to park and check the time, realizing you only have five minutes left before you need to clock in for a six-hour shift, you close your eyes and let your body go limp against the seat. 

–

danielle’s head perks up when she hears the door opening. she halts her wiping of the coffee maker, then turns to see an unfamiliar face – a grin automatically finds its way to her lips.

“hi! you must be y/n?” it’s eight in the morning, you’re barely functioning, and you’re already hit with an overly enthusiastic, excited ray of sunshine; you can’t take the energy, not at this hour.

“yeah.” you respond bluntly, danielle isn’t really phased with the lack of energy that’s being thrown back. “you are?”

she answers with hands clasped together, “danielle! but my friends call me dani.” 

you’re not calling her dani, you aren’t her friend, and she’s just your coworker. 

you walk behind the counter and put your bag inside the cabinet, then grab your apron and put it on. when you turn to the side, you’re met with a shorter woman, her curious eyes, the beauty marks on her face, and a big smile. she puts her hand out and you shake it hesitantly. 

“it’s nice to meet you y/n! have you ever worked mornings?”

“no,” you mumble, unlinking your hands. “only closing shifts.”

“ahh, must be different? i’ll get you situated. i’m excited to work with you!” she says, then walks past you towards the door to the kitchen. she pauses before explaining, “the employees in the back take care of all the pastries other than the croissants and cookies, so we make them over here. i’m going to grab the premade dough and whatnot, you stay here– oh! and could you wipe down the machine? and then just run water for the espresso machine to get the pucks ready.”

you nod at her and she smiles again. you rub your eyes as she leaves your sight, fighting the urge to take a power nap on the counter.

–

the whole morning you’re in charge of drinks right until it hits two in the afternoon. luckily, you’re more fond of being stuck in your corner where the espresso machine is rather than taking orders and socializing with the customers – you wouldn’t be able to greet them as enthusiastically as danielle does with each and every one of them.

you don’t know how she does it.

there's another guy—soobin—who comes in an hour after you. he's a little older, quieter, but all smiles and talkative when it comes to danielle. even as you make drinks and keep to yourself, you can tell danielle's energy is contagious. hearing her and soobin chat freely as they restock pastries and bread makes you wonder if your mornings can be as bearable. if they can do it, maybe you can too.

soobin leaves an hour later than you and danielle, waving to both of you as you two walk out the bakery. 

you fish for your keys and start to walk towards your car, but then your head turns when you hear your name called out. turning around, you spot danielle waving to you, which urges you to stop in your place.

“hey y/n, i just wanted to say that it was nice working with you! i’m looking forward to more shifts with you, have a great rest of your day alright?”

paused in place, you struggle to form words, but you manage to respond a little bluntly, “thanks, i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“bye the way!” she plays with her fingers, “you’re super pretty.” 

caught by surprise, you pause for a moment, clutching the strap of your bag a little tighter as your ears start to warm.

“thank you.”

danielle grins again, and oddly enough, you really like how warm and smiley she is. she's like a beam of sunlight turned into a person. she waves once more before walking in the opposite direction, leaving you replaying the whole interaction in your head the rest of the way to your car.

a small smile finds its way to your lips as you sit in your seat, strangely enough.

–

minji is scribbling in her sketchbook when her roommate walks in, looking a little more giddy than usual.

“dani, hey.” minji greets her, smiling when she does. “how was work?”

“great!” danielle beams, right before plopping down next to her roommate on the couch. “there’s a new member – well, she’s not new, but she just switched to working mornings. today was her first shift with soobin and i, and she’s really good at making the drinks, better than when yeosang was on drink duty.”

“that’s great to hear dani.” minji responds, watching her roommate relax against the cushion. “new coworker seems nice.”

“yeah but,” danielle frowns a little, “she’s not that talkative. she has a tough shell, i really want to know her! she’s really pretty too, like gorgeous, stunning– wow.”

minji quirks a brow. “gorgeous?”

“yes! like, wow, i was taken aback. she looked tired too, but i’ve been tired and i’ve never looked that effortlessly wonderful. i mean, she was making drinks most of the time so she never faced me much. even then, the side of her face is nice and she’s just great to look at.” 

danielles roommate narrows her eyes at her. “right.”

–

the next morning you’re downing two shots of espresso like it’s vodka. danielle watches the whole thing with concern etched into her brow.

“are you okay y/n?” danielle questions, “espresso is strong, how do you do it?”

you nod at her and mumble, “it’s fine.” before you continue to clean the counter, not turning to face her. she frowns at you; danielle will get through that shell. 

soobin is in half an hour later, grinning at danielle as he puts his apron on and saying “hi” to you as well. you respond with a forced smile before plopping the last batch of cookies in the small oven on the counter. 

as soon as soobin is done taking the first few customers, leaving you to finish their drinks, danielle pulls him by the sleeve away from you.

“dani? what is it–”

“let’s go bag the pastries, come.”

“um, okay?” he walks over towards the shelves with her, putting on some gloves before asking, “why are you being so strange?”

“i want to get closer with y/n.” she says with a pout. 

“is that all?” soobin questions her–and this strange behavior. “i think she’s just timid.”

“you were timid too, but it took two hours into the shift for us to start talking about hedgehogs.”

“well, i like hedgehogs. you have to find out something you two like.”

danielle sighs defeatedly. “she barely responds to me unless it’s work-related!”

“you’ve got to give her time, people are different. she’s probably not a morning person? and maybe she sees this as just her job, maybe she doesn’t want to interact with others.”

danielle watches you from where her and soobin are after hearing you call out the name of the order. you hand it over to the elderly woman, who thanks you warmly and it earns a small, genuine smile from you. danielle finds your smile lovely, especially the small dimples on your cheeks that form. 

“you’re going to help me out, okay? we have to warm up to her.”

soobin sighs before bagging a cream bun. “okay.”

–

it’s painfully slow for a few minutes, so you walk out from behind the counter to fix up the pastries that the various customers have disordered. 

danielle follows and you jump when you turn to see her beaming at you. “hi!”

“danielle,” you tighten your jaw. “hi.”

“it’s slow on wednesday mornings, most people are already at work.”

“i figured.” you reply as you close the packaging for the rice doughnut.

“so, how are you this morning?”

“i’m fine, um, how are you?”

danielle smiles; the conversation is flowing in the tiniest bit, but still, it’s something. “just tired, i had a lot of work to do because one of my professors loves to assign things last minute, i stayed up quite late. are you in college too? i kind of guessed that we’re around the same age.”

“i just started my second year.” you answer.

she jumps a tiny bit to show the excitement over a commonality, you think it’s adorable.

“really? me too! what are you studying?”

“english and creative writing–” you cut yourself off when you catch a mother and her daughter in the corner of your eye, shutting down the conversation immediately when they start to walk towards the register. 

you throw a small smile at them and greet them warmly before tak ingtheir orders. danielle huffs, but she’s shining again once she’s realized that your shell has chipped just barely.

–

you don’t work fridays or the weekend, danielle has already been aware of that after checking the schedule. it would be weird in the eyes of, well, many people, but she checks everyones schedule just in case any mishaps occur, danielle is considerate beyond measure.

she’s attentive and notices many things – she’s like that with everyone, but you? you’re different.

sure, she’s attentive to the way soobin stumbles over the small bump under the door to the kitchen each time he has to grab something from the back, how he jumps each time the phone rings, and how often he bags the pastries backwards. with you, however, she notices a lot, she learns. 

two weeks after you two start working together, danielle has managed to learn three things about you.

one: you laugh whenever soobin slips up – or really any little mishap that happens with him (which occurs often) – but you always try to conceal your amusement. two: as soon as noon hits, you’re much more awake, which is when danielle sparks more conversation with you. and three: you both go to the same university, and you don’t know this, but she figured that out before you even told her after catching you in the dining hall from afar.

it’s not easy to miss something – or someone – that stands out so boldly, especially if it’s your charming visuals.

her job used to be something that she’d get done and enjoy while it lasted, but now that you’re thrown into the mix, a new challenge and person is clouding her mind throughout her days. she’s so tuned in to everything about you, for some strange reason. and one afternoon, the rare moment she loses focus – attention slipping away in the heat of a rush – danielle bumps into you, spilling a small cup of hot coffee all over your hand. 

you gasp loudly, clutching your hand and biting down on your teeth as tears start to form. “fuck–”

“y/n!” danielle almost yelps, earning the attention from the customers in the shop. “oh my gosh–” she places the cup on the counter before grabbing your wrist and running it under cold water. somehow, her holding your wrist seems to burn more. “i’m so so sorry, y/n are you okay? i’m so–”

you shake your head and push her hand away from your wrist, wiping away the small tear in the corner of your eye. “it’s fine, it was an accident. you should go help soobin out, there’s a long line.”

she can’t tell if you’re mad at her, it breaks her heart. the tone of your voice is always so hard to decipher, and as much as she wants to stay there and help you out – probably with another string of apologies – you have a point, she should do her job, but you’re burnt. danielle is much more worried about you rather than making money in the moment.

but still, your look and tone sends danielle back to the register, and before she tends to the customer, she looks back at you, pouting a little.

–

as soon as you reach the door to the drivers side of your car, you feel a tap on your shoulder. 

turning around, you’re met with danielle.

“did you need something?” you ask her, tilting your head.

“no, i just wanted to apologize for burning your hand, i’m so sorry.” 

you shake your head. “it’s alright, it was a mistake.” 

“yes, but still, can i make it up to you with coffee or pastries?”

“danielle,” you catch yourself and danielle by surprise when a small giggle slips out. you clear your throat before continuing, “we work at a bakery, i can always treat myself to both of those without charge.”

“well, i really want to make it up to you.”

“you’re really sweet, but it’s alright.” you catch your coworker off guard with the sudden compliment, there’s a small flush that spreads across her cheeks. “besides, my hand feels better.” you show her your hand, putting it out in front of her, it’s still red and swollen. “it’ll heal more. i’ll see you tomorrow, alright? get home safe danielle.”

danielle can’t really respond to you after that, you’re already waving to her once more before heading to your car. she watches you glance down at your hand, gently holding it as you do so. the guilt in her starts to grow even more.

–

hanni watches danielle storm into the house, rub her face with both hands, and plop onto the couch like she’s just gotten rejected by someone as if she were in some type of romance drama. 

“dani? what is up with you–”

“i’m a terrible person! my coworker probably hates me– i’ve been trying to warm up to her these past two weeks and then i go and burn her!”

hanni’s eyes widen, her brows raise, and her jaw drops. “you burned your coworker?”

with tired eyes and a bedhead, minji appears from the hall in an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. she groans as she runs a hand through her hair, squinting her eyes. “what’s with all the noise? i’m trying to nap…”

“dani burned her coworker.”

minji’s a little more awake now, tilting her head. “the really pretty one?”

“yes!” danielle groans into the cushion, the bottom of her palms covering her eyes as she lies there defeatedly. when she takes her hands off her face, she opens her eyes to see minji and hanni hovering over as they stand, awaiting an explanation. “i’m a terrible person.”

hanni moves danielles legs over so that she can sit on the couch, putting her legs on her lap as the younger woman loses it. minji sits on the opposite end, putting her legs over on hanni’s lap as well and resting her head against a pillow.

“okay well why are you a terrible person?”

“i spilled hot coffee all over my coworker’s hand! gosh, i tried to apologize and everything, i even offered to compensate for the damage and she declined! y/n has to hate me…”

hanni looks over at minji to pout, then looks back at danielle. “hey, it was a mistake. what did she say?”

“well, she was really normal about it as if i didn’t just burn her hand, she brushed it off like it was nothing. i offered to have coffee with her or share some pastries but then she giggled and was all like ‘you’re really sweet but it’s okay’ and i don’t know, what if burning her hand makes her talk to me less and she hates me forever and–”

“dani.” minji butts in, making the younger one quiet down. “you made her laugh and she said you’re really sweet.”

“and?”

“and?” minji groans, sitting up on her elbows now. “dani, she said you’re really sweet. why wouldn’t she want to talk to you?”

“because i burned her? or maybe i’m annoying and talk too much but i really can’t help it-”

hanni puts a finger to danielles lips, dramatically shushing her. minji laughs at the action before hanni butts in, “dani, first of all; you’re not annoying. second; you’re literally the greatest person ever and i love you and if you ever stopped talking so much i’d have to i don’t know, die?”

minji snorts. “the hell?”

“what i’m saying is no one could ever hate you and honestly if she does; she’s not worth your time. plus, you shouldn’t waste your energy on someone who doesn’t appreciate you. you’re wonderful bro.” danielle’s eyes soften as she looks at hanni, and minji’s bottom lip protrudes from how sweet her words are. hanni sits danielle upright and puts both hands on her shoulders. “how about this: minji and i go visit you at work tomorrow and we’ll be the judge of your coworker.”

“you’d do that for me?”

hanni nods. “yes, but also please hook us up with some free pastries and drinks because i have to do a wrap around on this whole lecture so let's see it as an exchange, but also i love you dani and don’t want you losing your mind over this woman.”

“and i’ll be the judge of whether or not your coworker is as gorgeous as you think.” minji adds teasingly.

danielle smiles from ear to ear, making a small little noise as she pounces on hanni and hugs her like she’s her savior. minji laughs at the sight, smiling as well. 

–

you park near your cousin’s highschool, you always pick her up after opening shifts since the time aligns perfectly. you send a text to your cousin to let her know you’re there and your burnt hand sits on the wheel, so you take a few moments to examine it as you wait for a response.. 

minutes pass before your cousin arrives, knocking on the window and grinning at you, breaking you out of your small daydream.

“hi y/n, sorry i came so late, my teacher was being an ass.”

“language hyein.” you scoff, knowing damn well you curse like it’s your second language. hyein gets into the passengers seat and steals your phone, putting on a song as you start to drive again. “anyway, how was school?”

“oh god, it was so draining today. i swear my physics teacher wants me dead.”

“this is why you don’t take physics as a sophomore.”

“well someone won’t help me.” hyein rolls her eyes playfully, making you giggle. “anyway, school was just school. how was work?”

“it was alright, i kinda– well, my coworker spilled coffee on me. burned my hand a little but it’s not too bad.”

“the tall one? soobin? or was it the pretty one, your little work crush?” she raises her brows knowingly, smirking. 

hyein is one of very few people who you let loose around. despite your age gap, she’s your cousin, and your favorite one too. ever since you moved to live with her and her parents for school, you’ve gotten closer, spending hours rambling and practically getting glued to by the hip. she knew everything about you and what you felt.

she knew how you felt about your morning shifts; you coming home with a smile on your face after work was different. you dreaded work and the people you worked with for closing, all some stupid braindead men that you had to order around half the time. danielle and soobin were far from that. the duo eased your worries and actually did their job relatively well, you were able to do what you loved – stay stuck in the corner making all of the drinks – without worrying about the bakery. it was a breeze, you loved teh switch to mornings other than waking up at a time that has you quiet, moody, and only functioning after at least two shots of espresso.

hyein also knew about the interest you had in your new coworker danielle. you’ve never rambled about someone this much, calling her sweet, lovely, nice – not to mention the whole tangent regarding her eyes and pretty smile. hyein watched you chastise yourself for being so distant and avoidant because of your moods in the morning, comforting you for not being able to form decent bonds and friendships because of how early you had to get up.

you grip the wheel a little tighter. “danielle, it was an accident though.”

hyein eyes you. “so the pretty one.”

“her name is danielle.”

“point proven! you don’t just recognize your coworkers by how attractive they are you know…” hyein teases, “sometimes you talk about her and i wonder if my older cousin can finally be a normal person that’s capable of having a crush on someone.”

you keep your eyes on the road, but use your right hand to push her head playfully and ruffle her hair, earning a whine. 

“just because i think someone is pretty does not mean i like them. you’re so young, you don’t know shit about crushes and romance.”

“stop cursing.” hyein warns. the light turns red and you step on the break, then turn to look at her with raised brows. hyein laughs and cocks her head, giving you stupid puppy eyes. “i know when someone likes someone, or at least when they start to. you think she’s pretty but in a way that sounds like you’re an admirer.”

“what?”

“you tell me you can’t talk to her and look at her sometimes? y/n im sixteen, but im also not new to having crushes, ive been there. you like her.”

“do you want to walk home?”

hyein pouts, crossing her arms and making you laugh in the process. “youre no fun.”

“whatever.” you mumble.

when the two of you get home, hyein steals your keys to open the door to the house. she gets in first, obviously eager to do whatever it is that she’s up to after school — probably calling her friends or laying in bed.

you walk over to the kitchen and run your burnt hand under cold water, clenching your teeth slightly when you feel the stinging. 

in the drawer near you, there’s the first aid kit, over the counter tablets, and other health related items. you rummage through to find the burn relief cream, leaning against the countertop as you twist the cap open. you squeeze out a line of the cream that extends down to the base of your pointer finger, then you begin to rub your reddened skin. 

your thoughts drift to the moment of when you burned yourself—well, when danielle burned you. she had this look in her eyes, so pure and so regretful that it made you feel bad. 

she was so sweet with the offer, she’s ways so lovely. she’s honestly adorable. the way the words rushed out of her, the small pout on her lips and the fact that she offered to make it up to you. every nerve in your body wanted to accept the offer, but danielle shouldn’t have to pay or spend time on something to make things up to someone like you. it was a mistake after all. 

then your thoughts drift elsewhere, from the whole burnt-hand incident and then to the person who burned you–to danielle. she’s bubbly in the mornings and although you used to hate that, her smile and greetings started to wake you up a little more. the crinkle of her brow every time she catches you downing shots of espresso always makes you suppress a laugh, the expression is so adorable and she’s just so—

“stupid hyein,” you sigh to yourself.

youve been absentmindedly rubbing the burn-relief cream in the same spot for almost a minute, all because of your coworker taking over your thoughts. you begin to rub the rest of your hand and add another dot of cream to the lower area of your hand.

hyein’s called you out multiple times for having an alleged crush on your coworker, but you’ve always dismissed it. however, the words she’s said to you before ring in your head in the moment. you crease your brows and purse your lips subconsciously.

“maybe you can’t talk to her because you’re attracted to her and not because it’s 8 in the morning.” hyein shrugs, looking at you as you sit lazily on the couch. she’s lecturing you after another ramble about your day, the mere mention of danielle prompting her to quote on quote ‘educate you’ on what love is. “you talked to your friends perfectly during morning classes from what you’ve told me, maybe you’re just all shy and blushy and—“

you smack the palm of your hand on your forehead to stop yourself from thinking of that memory of you and your cousin.

“i don’t have a crush on danielle… what is she thinking?” you mumble to yourself. you halt your actions after the realization that you’ve just talked to yourself hits. you press a hand to your cheeks, feeling a weird warmth from your skin, making you shake your head and groan. “i can talk to her fine… just fine.”

 —

“morning!” danielle beams as she catches you walking in. you manage to shoot a small smile, danielle likes that you’ve been giving her more of those.

you put your bag in the cabinet, then put on your apron. without turning to face her, you start to speak, “danielle?”

she almost jumps, not expecting you to even interact with her. maybe you needed help with something? or a question regarding the new breakfast pastries.

“y/n, did you need something?”

you shake your head. “no, i just, um— how are you this morning?”

danielle pauses, you turn to meet her eyes and blink as you wait for an answer. your coworker short circuits momentarily before stumbling over her words as she responds, “oh, i’m— i’m great! tired of course, you know with school and all. thank you for asking y/n.”

“did you get enough sleep?” danielle looks at you after you ask that, wondering where all of this friendliness is coming from. she’s not against it though, maybe you’re just awake this morning.

“i tried to get as much as i could.” she says, then smiles. “is your hand okay?”

“it’s fine. i put ointment on it and it’s like nothing happened.” you assure.

without any warning, you disappear into the back, probably looking for dough to bake. danielle is still stuck in her place, blinking a few times before she runs the espresso machine. she wonders for a moment, furrowing her brow at the rare interaction that you started. but then, she’s grinning to herself just thinking about it all.

danielle wonders: maybe you don’t hate her, maybe her roommates were right. 

—

you hear a bundle of voices, three to be exact.  when you look up from the steam wand, you’re met with three women that all look your age—they all probably go to your university, or maybe the other one that’s also close by.

one of them walks up to the register, soobin greets them, but their attention seems to be on you for a bit.

“hi, is danielle here?” one asks. 

soobin nods, still looking at the screen of the register. “yeah, she’s in the back. did you need her?”

“we’re really close with her, could you grab her?”

soobin nods again, humming in response before he walks over to the door leading to the back. 

you continue to make the cappuccino that an older lady ordered a few minutes ago, creating a small lavender looking design with the steamed milk and pushing it out on the counter. 

“for park!” you call out, the lady comes up to the counter in seconds and smiles at you. she pats your shoulder and it makes your heart warm knowing she’s happy with it.

the three girls from before, they continue to eye you from the register until danielle is back, and when she returns, she starts squealing at the sight of them.

“you guys really came!” danielle beams, immediately reaching over to hug them as best as she can with the counter in the way. “what pastries did you all want? oh! i can also grab you drinks.”

the one with bangs nods, then orders for all of them. “mmm i’ll have an iced vanilla latte, minji wants a hot tea and haerin just wants a cookie and iced tea. you know she’s out early today? oh my god, as soon as we heard we scooped her up immediately-“

the rest of their conversation doesn’t process in your head as you start with the drinks. you had just put the puck in the machine, twisted it in place and started to pull the espresso before you feel a tap on your shoulder.

danielle meets your eyes and you feel yourself soften up a bit. 

she tugs on the cloth covering your shoulder just a bit before she speaks. “hey.”

“hi?” 

“can i introduce you to my roommates and our friend? you wouldn’t mind? would you?”

“oh, no— but i’m kind of… making one of their drinks right now.”

“oh, sorry— wait what?  i was going to make them—“

“well since they’re you’re friends i think they’d appreciate their drinks out earlier. and it’s okay, don’t be sorry danielle. i’ll do whatever if it’s not busy and when i’m done.” you swear you see a little more pink on her cheeks than usual, stronger than the blush she wears—you could be wrong.

“right, yeah, do your job!”

you stifle a giggle and purse your lips to conceal your smile, ultimately failing. danielle’s tone and mood are contagious sometimes.

(all the time.)

when you’re finished with the drinks — danielle had lingered nearby here and there as you made them — you placed them on the little counter for danielle to pick up. she had smiled at you, mouthed a “thank you,” and rushed over to sit down with her friends. 

it wasn’t busy at all, the only other customers in the bakery had been a corporate man that soobin was tending to. the man bought a loaf of milk bread and ordered a brewed coffee, soobin could handle all of that. he will handle all of that.

danielle sits with her friends at the table, giggling as she does so and looking as happy as ever. there’s a weird flutter in your stomach, like someone poking you there from the inside and it’s not that it hurts, it’s just odd. 

pretending to busy yourself is something you’re really good at doing, and plus, it’s a great way to excuse your glances toward danielle as she talks to her friends. she’s really smiley and giddy, it’s the cutest thing ever.

a few minutes pass and you’re still bagging some items, daydreaming as you do so. 

(danielle seemed to pop up here and there, strangely enough.

here and there turned into her being the star of the dreams.)

you’re in your own world until a faint “hey y/n!” is muttered into your ear, making you jump and almost elbow your pretty coworker.

“did i startle you? i’m so sorry—“ danielle starts, but you’re quick to cut her off as soon as she begins to apologize. 

“no, no. sorry i was in my own world.”

“i get that.” she chuckles, “hey, most of the things are bagged–i was wondering if you’d like to meet my friends? soobin is cashiering and he should be fine since it’s not too busy so…?”

you take a quick glance and look over at her friends who are looking at the two of you eagerly. the one with bangs has this smirk on her face, making you hesitate.

“please? i don’t know why but–” danielle lies, she knows why. “um, they want to meet you.”

“me?” 

“yes!”

you pause and honestly think of declining until danielle shoots her bottom lip out a bit. in no time you’re biting the inside of your cheek before responding with a nod, and you’re so grateful because she’s grabbing your hand—two fingers of yours—and leading you over to the small table near the windows.

danielle is gripping your pointer and middle finger lightly, but it feels like she has a hold on you as a whole. your body is all warm and fuzzy and your mind is hazy and her skin is really soft and nice and—

“this is y/n!” she introduces, letting go of your fingers. “y/n, these are my roommates hanni minji, and this is haerin.”

“nice to meet you all.” you greet softly with a small smile. they all stare and you feel yourself shrinking under all the pairs of eyes. you poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue before clearing your throat. “are the drinks alright?”

minji scans your face, eyes tracing each and every feature before her gaze softens. she nods at you and responds, “they’re great, wonderful.”

you nod at her and grin again, looking down at the table to avoid any eye contact. 

hanni chuckles. “yeah this latte is actually amazing, danielle’s made me lattes before but they’ve never been this good.”

“y/n is really good at making the drinks, practically keeping the bakery in business. i bet our boss is happy with you in the mornings.” danielle completely ignores hanni’s teasing and adds to the praise, making you wave your hand and shake your head.

“ah, no, no. i mean i can only make drinks but danielle is really good at every aspect of her job, she’s wonderful with customers.”

“oh stop–”

“no, you are.” you look up to make eye contact with her, then look over to soobin, who’s brewing another batch of coffee. “soobin is great, but he’s really clumsy sometimes and it’s kind of funny catching him stumbling over words. you’re a natural.”

“you’re so sweet.” danielle mutters in awe before  lips turn up even more, her cheeks flush slightly and her friends all look at each other with smirks on their faces. 

“i um, i try–”

you hear the door opening and two pairs of very familiar voices make you turn immediately. turning around, you see your cousin and her best friend in a group with three others you just barely recognize. danielle spots this as well, she starts to stand before you pause her in the act.

“danielle, i got it.”

“it’s a big group y/n.” she continues to stand up, but when you place your hand on her arm lightly it’s like you’ve frozen her in place. minji and hanni immediately give each other knowing looks, and haerin observes the whole ordeal intensely. 

“it’s my cousin and her friends, you should stay and hangout with your friends. besides, you haven’t had a break today, relax.” your hand slides down to her forearm without any thought. despite the small action, danielle is flustered by it.

“you sure?”

“positive,” you affirm, then look at all her friends. “it was nice meeting you all.”

the group watches you walk over behind the counter, and as soon as you’re at a distance where they can talk without you hearing anything, danielle’s friends – minji and hanni for the most part – go ham on her.

“oh yeah she’s gorgeous.” minji chimes in, shrugging it off like you’re not the prettiest person danielle has seen. “you were right.”

just gorgeous? 

“yeah she’s really pretty dani. and also, she doesn’t hate you, there’s no way.” hanni says as she munches on a croissant, earning a punch to the arm from minji. hanni whines, croissant still in her mouth, “hey! what was that for?”

“finish chewing before you talk! you’re so gross…” 

“you didn’t have to hit me!” hanni groans, nudging minji with her shoulder.

haerin rolls her eyes at the two before taking a sip from her iced tea, watching danielle glance at you. haerin has known danielle for a while, the last time she had been like this was forever ago, this admiration can’t be something that’s purely platonic, not with those dilated pupils and puppy eyes. 

and you, you’re no different either. haerin watches you glance over to make eye contact with danielle, eyes softening and your teeth showing as you smile at her the moment you meet each others features. 

while minji and hanni continue to bicker, haerin continues observing. danielle is making it look like she’s invested in the bickering – which, she very much is; it’s always entertaining when the two argue over stupid things – but her mind is somewhere else.  

“danielle,”

“haerin?” danielle turns her head and hums in response.

haerin blinks. “you like her.”

minji and hanni stop bickering, their presence enhancing the shiver down her spine.

“no, no. i just think she’s really interesting, i couldn’t possibly–”

haerin shakes her head, putting a hand up. “you look at her like she’s… like there’s a halo around her head.”

“i–” danielle turns to glance at you again. you’re laughing with one of the girls, she assumes it’s your cousin that you mentioned. you flick the younger girl’s forehead and she groans, which earns the most pure, natural laugh and smile she’s ever seen on your face. you’re cute, especially when all of your teeth are showing as you laugh. when you make eye contact with your coworker again through waterlined eyes, your lips purse into a closed smile.

danielle is blushing, her cheeks burn, and the vulnerability is displayed right in front of her friends. she tries to laugh it off, but hanni’s jaw drops and she throws a hand over her mouth.

“oh my god.”

minji starts to chuckle. “she has a point, danielle. whether you know it or not, it makes sense.”

“i barely know anything about her, you can’t be serious.” danielle rolls her eyes and pouts. “even if i did, it’d be impossible to even do anything remotely romantic. she’s like stone.

“she was literally everything but stone from what i saw earlier.” haerin comments. “danielle, it’s okay to have a crush on someone, you know?”

hanni hums in agreement. “yup, and you really need to stop that flirting you do with us every ten seconds because it’s grueling and if you’re going to flirt, flirt with someone you actually want because everytime you say anything remotely flirtatious ten years of my life get taken away.”

minji snorts and danielle can’t help but do so as well. “wooow, my flirting is very wonderful thank you.” she crosses her arms and looks over at you again. “and what if y/n doesn’t like my flirting?”

“nah,” hanni sips on her drink. “you called her a good barista or whatever and i saw her like, malfunction for two seconds. she was blushing a little.”

“well she wears blush so–”

“dani, can you–” hanni facepalms. “just, shhh. she doesn’t hate you and you know what, you can build off of that.”

haerin shrugs before taking a few more sips of her tea. “yeah, she’s pretty and smiles at you sweetly. it’s not impossible.”

danielle takes one more look at you, you’re still chatting with your cousin and her friend seems to be joined in the conversation as well. the rest of the group of teenagers have left, so the place is pretty empty. you smile here and there as you clean the counter and wipe the machine, occasionally looking at the two girls who converse with each other.

“okay dani, i love you but i also need to get this lecture noted and also oh my god i have a report due tomorrow and–”

 hanni feels a finger to her lips, similar to how she shushed danielle the night before, but now it’s reversed. minji snorts and haerin laughs before danielle assures, “go, go. i’ll see you later and bring extra snacks hanni.” 

the group begins to clear the table, dismissing danielles efforts to leave it be so she can take care of it. they all bring their silverware and dishes to the little trays near the trash before walking over to the exit, each girl hugging danielle before they all leave the bakery.

when danielle turns around, she spots you still conversing with the girls, but tending to the daily housekeeping simultaneously. you look up and catch her in your eye again, displaying a small, toothy smirk at her.

danielle chuckles to herself, making you do the same even as she moves over to package pastries.

–

today is your offday, so you’d usually wake up two hours later than you usually do for work. but when your phone rings around the same time you’d arrive at work, you groggily reach over to squint your eyes at the screen, reading the contact name that is calling you at this time in the morning:

incoming call: danielle

“does she know im not working? shouldn’t she be off today too…” you mumble to yourself before picking up and putting your phone on speaker. “hello?”

“y/n, hi, did i wake you up? you sound tired, ah, i’m sorry.”

feeling bad, you lie to her. “no, i’ve been awake for a bit now. is everything alright?”

“i just wanted to ask, um, how far do you live from work?”

“less than ten minutes, why do you ask?”

“i’m sorry if this is a big favor but i’m supposed to cover for soobin today since he’s sick. i walked to work since i live a fifteen minute walk away, not too far, but i forgot the keys and it’s storming really badly…”

you’re a little more awake now after hearing the light rumble of thunder coming from outside, it urges you to rub your eyes. “danielle, are you safe from the storm right now?”

“i mean, i’m standing under the little roof thing near the entrance. water can’t get me from here.”

“jesus,” you mutter to yourself, then jump at the next sharp thundering sound that comes after. “i’ll be there soon, okay? i’ll pick you up and you can just give me the directions to your place. be careful, i’m on my way.”

“thank you so much, im sorry again–”

“no, no. it’s fine, i’ll be there, see you.”

before she can respond, you hang up on her, running to the bathroom to splash water on your face and fix your disheveled bedhead up. then, you run towards the entrance of your house and grab your keys that hang on the hook near the door, slide your slides on, and quickly run out.

it’s storming hard, and you’ve already gotten a clue on how bad since you had been pretty drenched from simply walking to your car. 

you speed through the neighborhood and into the main road to get to the bakery faster. desperately looking through the windshield for your coworker, you spot her near the entrance just as she said, then drive up as close as you can.

rolling down your window, a bit of water gets on your face, hair, and the top of your shirt – but it doesn’t stop you from yelling, “get in!”

in a few seconds, danielle is in the passenger seat, her hair visibly damp but not too wet. she runs a hand through it, and it feels like your heart just skipped a beat. her hair is wavy now, more than usual, quite curly. was it always like this? her hair looks beautiful, framing her face perfectly, strands sticking to her skin from the raindrops—like elements of a painting coming together to create something breathtaking.

“sorry, i would’ve asked my roommates but they had some important stuff for their classes and whatnot so they left earlier this morning. i also didn’t want to wake minji up, i know her lectures are pretty bad.”

how thoughtful of her. 

shaking your head, you respond, “it’s fine, i just don’t want you getting sick. i’m glad you called.”

“really?”

“u-uh, i mean, yeah. i’m still not the best at opening and you’re pretty much the best at everything so… soobin and i need you in the mornings. i know im off today but whoever is working this morning probably needs you.”

“aw, that’s so sweet of you.” danielle’s smile grows and grows as she notices everything about you in the moment: your hair is messy, you have some old, loose t-shirt on with some poorly scribbled figure of… you? then, a small giggle leaves her lips once she notices the dog prints on your pajama pants. 

your blush grows deeper with each passing second. “i um, didn’t have time to change. do you want to type your address in my phone or…?”

“you look so cute y/n.” it slips out of danielles lips, but she’s able to play it off well with the little tilt of her head and a sly smirk. it works wonders on you. “i like your shirt and pants.”

you cough to ease your nerves, then shift the stick of your decade-old, hand-me-down five seat toyota to ‘drive.’

“my cousin made it for me when i was still in highschool a while ago. sorry, that’s not important.” you facepalm yourself mentally. danielle thinks this little story is very important, but you cut yourself off.  “do you just want to tell me the directions?”

adorable, danielle almost says out loud. 

“yeah, turn left at the stop.” 

danielle spends the rest of the time staring out the car and gazing out to see the rain that pours down from above. you’re stiff in your seat the whole time, especially when she does that little thing where she glances at you with those pretty eyes occasionally. it’s a simple look and yet you’re flustered beyond words.

you reach an apartment complex and drive as close as you can to the entrance. she gets out and mutters a haste “i’ll be quick” before leaving you alone with a racing heart and flushed face.

when she returns, there’s an umbrella in her hands and the keys to the bakery. once she gets in, you start to drive back.

“danielle?” 

“mhm?”

“is your hair naturally like that?” you ask. 

“ah,” she moves a hand to her hair to run her fingers through, though not without a little struggle. “i straighten it usually, it’s easier to maintain. the rain must’ve made it a little curly again huh?”

“i think your hair is beautiful like that, really.” you admit, eyes stuck on the road. “you look good with any hairstyle.”

“why thank you! i could say that for you as well.”

you scoff playfully, shaking your head as you turn into the bakery parking lot. “right, like my half-awake head is even the tiniest bit alluring.”

she winks at you, leaning in just a bit closer. “i think it enhances the natural allure, no?”

words get stuck in your throat, danielle laughs, and then she waves at you as she gets out the car. the rain has stopped just in time for her to clock in and a little beam of light hits her in the best way possible. you can’t help but stare at her in awe. 

“thank you for keeping me from getting drenched, you’re the sweetest.”

“yeah, i mean, you’re kind of the pillar. our boss isn’t ever here, you’re practically the boss no?”

“you’re too charming, i’ll see you in a few days?”

your mouth opens but nothing comes out for a moment, not until a bright idea pops up in your head.

“i can take you home after work, don’t want you walking in these conditions.”

“y/n,” she starts, looking confused. “it stopped raining.”

“it’s whatever, you know what– i can drive you to work in the mornings.”

“oh, you really don’t have to. isn’t the gas money quite–”

“no, no. i’ll give you a call or text next week, it’s nothing. see you danielle.”

–

little did you know, this would turn into a routine–the small gesture of picking up danielle instead of letting her walk in the mornings.

sure, she got a little less cardio, but she managed to crack that shell open just enough to glimpse what was inside. and everything hidden by your reserved demeanor was everything that made her heart flutter and more. each feature and curve of your face, beautifully highlighted by the soft glow of the café lamps captivated her beyond measure. but what she loved most was your personality—every word, every gesture. it captivated her in ways she hadn’t expected, and she found herself falling deeper with each passing moment.

you were caring, sweet, and had lots to share. there was never a dull moment with you the moment she figured out how to get you to talk a little more.

as for you, mornings weren't dreadful anymore. you started waking up earlier than usual just to make it to danielle's on time. you liked this new routine—seeing danielle first thing in the morning, sharing a coffee with her, chatting while the pastries baked. the smell of fresh coffee and baking bread filled the air, making the workspace warm and inviting. just being in her presence was the perfect start to your day. her laughter and smiles made everything brighter, transforming mundane, tiring mornings into something special.

and what kind of cousin would you be if you hadn’t told hyein everything like the two of you usually do. hyein is on the other side of the couch starting at you smile as you ramble about this routine you’ve fallen into with heart eyes and a wide grin.

“i mean, i haven’t ever liked mornings since her.” you begin, your fingers starting to fiddle with one another. “and oh my god she keeps flirting with me! it’s actually terrible. do you know how hard it is to stay normal when she’s calling me what, a fucking angel first thing in the morning? and it doesn’t help that she’s literally gorgeous, i mean you’ve seen her; she’s straight out of a dream.”

hyein groans as she sits up. “well if you’re so in love, quit complaining to me, you’ve been like this since the month started.”

you sit up as well, furrowing your brows. “what?”

“just ask her out already! it’s clear she’s into you.”

“i think she’s just flirty though.”

“old and stupid oh, you piss me off.” hyein throws a pillow at you, making you yell ‘hey!’ before throwing it back at her face. she laughs before clinging the pillow close. “but really, at least a ‘friend’ date or something… it would bring you two closer. those morning rides aren’t going to lead to anything more than what you already have, probably. plus, soobin and actually working gets in the way of your little lovey-dovey stuff.”

you look at her, biting your lip as you ponder.

hyein is right, hell, she always is. for a child, she’s pretty good with giving advice and an even better listener. she’s your best friend and favorite relative all in one, it would be somewhat betraying to not take the advice.

“well, what if she’s taken?”

“oh my god…” your cousin throws her head onto the cushion of the couch. “she calls you pretty and flirts with you – girl, of course she’s single.”

“okay but… i don’t know.”

“well i know that you’re stupid as hell.”

“language!”

“just check her instagram or something? people with significant others always post something.”

you fall silent, biting your lip again before looking at her with an apologetic feeling in your eye. “i don’t have anything but her number…”

“oh y/n, that’s not a problem at all.” hyein rolls her eyes and scoots up next to you, leaning against your shoulder as you peer over to watch what she’s doing. she holds the phone up to your face to unlock it and taps on the intagram icon, immediately clicking  on the search bar. “do you know her last name?”

“um, it starts with an m i think?”

“you don’t know her last name?”

“why would i know this?”

“do you have an app for your schedules or anything? oh my god, you’re seriously getting on my nerves… i can’t believe you managed to even have a girlfriend for that one year–”

you cringe at the mention of your history with women. “okay don’t mention that please… and fuck her, she was terrible to me.” you frown.

“sorry,” hyein know’s she’s hit a little spot, knowing your past with much detail, then continues. “anyway, let’s just search her up and…” she types in ‘d-a-n-i-e-l-l-e’ into the search and a few accounts pop up. she looks at the small profile pictures displayed and the first one makes her click her tongue. “found it!”

her page is pretty just from the first glance–you two haven’t even looked at any of the posts or highlights either. danielle’s profile picture is jus ther with a beanie over her head and looking at the camera with her pretty eyes and god you almost melt right then and there because no model could top her visuals. 

you reach over to scroll through her posts; she has thirteen in total, and a few catch your eye. one post, in particular, stands out: a single photo of her posing in front of a mirror, wearing a crop top that shows off her slim figure and a denim jacket hanging loosely off one shoulder. she looks absolutely stunning. as you stare at the image, lips slightly parted in awe, hyein looks over and sees your intense gaze. before you can react, you're interrupted by a playful pinch to your cheek.

“you’re so down bad.”

“i’m not!” you scoff, taking the phone out from her hands and scrolling yourself. 

there are photos of her with friends, snapshots of mesmerizing views (though none as captivating as her), pictures with her family, beach scenes, dogs, and several selfies—you find yourself lingering on those a bit longer. her entire page perfectly matches her energy; it's cute and vibrant. as you scroll, hyein catches you smiling to yourself, lost in the charm of danielle’s online presence.

one of her more recent posts, posted about three months ago, catches your eye. it’s her and haerin posing together with haerin’s face being cupped by danielle’s hand as they pose. the caption has your heart sinking a bit (a lot).

“beautiful, gorgeous, and lovely birthday girl💋👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 i love you lots sweetie”

hyein catches the whole thing live, watching your small smile turn into pursed lips. “that doesn’t mean anything y/n, friends can be like that.”

“they’re pretty close…” you swipe to see a picture of danielle’s nose nuzzled into haerin’s cheek and frown. “she’s taken.”

your heart sinks even more just looking at the picture longer, urging hyein to snatch your phone out of your hands and click on the mentioned tags. she finds haerin’s account – it’s public, thankfully – and roams around as you sit there defeatedly.

it’s not looking the best so far, not when hyein clicks on a post with danielle and her group of friends, and after hyein swipes to the next photo she’s met with danielle and haerin hugging each other, cheeks pressed together as they pose for the photo. you catch a glimpse before your head falls over on hyein’s shoulder like you’ve just come back from an unsuccessful war.

“it’s over.”

“y/n, lift your head up! i pose with my friends like this too… maybe she’s touchy.”

“not with me.” you pout. hyein flicks your forehead. “hey!”

“stupid,” she says. “maybe it’s because she likes you and is wary of boundaries. from what i’m seeing, you should initiate.”

“i can’t possibly do that.”

“you’re literally a liar.” she spits out. “as soon as your friends initiate something you’re clinging like a koala, even with me you’re like that.”

you fall over onto the couch, giving up and looking up at the ceiling; your life isn’t over because your really adorable, amazing, lively, vibrant, cute, helpful, captivating, adorable coworker is taken. 

(it’s over.)

hyein allows you to sulk for a moment before widening her eyes and gasping, “wait, i literally know haerin.”

“you do?”

“kind of. i just checked her account on my phone and a lot of people i know follow her, she’s that pretty upperclassman everyone likes. there’s no way she’s dating danielle, like, i have proof.”

sitting up immediately, you crunch your brows. “are you serious?”

“yeah. my friend is friends with her, she’s very much single and i don’t think she wants to mingle.”

“holy shit, you’re serious?”

“language~” hyein teases. “yes, i’m not trying to feed your delusions by the way–i don’t support homewrecking.”

you practically pouce at hyein and tackle her into a loving, grateful hug. she squeaks at the contact, but warms up into the hug. 

“i love you forever, i’ll buy you lunch and treat you to pastries and anything and–”

“it’s fiiinneee.” hyein pulls away and chuckles at you. “i just want to help you out and be happy. and after seeing danielle… she’s really adorable and you’re so giddy for her so she must be wonderful.”

“she is.”

“yeah, all you do is run your mouth about her.”

a laugh is shared between the two of you before hyein reaches for the remote to turn on the tv. you go back to your phone, clicking on danielle’s profile to stalk her again, lingering on posts of herself. you feel your cheeks burning and somehow the little glare your cousin gives you despite her not being in your vision or peripheral.

–

you’ve been reluctant on asking danielle out, even if it’s a simple ‘hangout’ or ‘friend date.’ she’s effortlessly charming as always with each interaction, even getting bold and watching you from over your shoulder at times – everything she does makes your heart beat and beat and beat.

danielle’s been equally flustered and enamored by how open you’ve been with her. the two of you have cracked jokes and shared small stories during the quiet moments with soobin, but danielle especially enjoys you just by yourself. there’s something much more tender about you when it’s just the two of you. you’re physically more touchy wth danielle, and she can’t really tell if it’s on purpose or you’re just touchy like that. you often shove her playfully in conversations, and when you both lean against the counter, you somehow manage to move over ever so slightly so that your arms are touching. 

your coworker has been attentive to all of this, unsure of whether this is just how you are and she’s overthinking things, or this being something more–maybe a sign that maybe you’re into her just a bit.

none of you question it really, and besides, danielles just as touchy. she sometimes leans her head on your shoulder – but very, very briefly – when something is amusing, and sometimes her hands find their way to your hair to fix it, or maybe even to your forearm just because. 

soobin is a bystander, the poor guy thinks it’s just how girls are and is completely oblivious that the two of you are fighting the thick tension in the air.

–

the last coffee beans were grinded, so you tap on soobin’s shoulder and tell him that you’re going to the back to grab more. he nods at you and sends you that pursed grin, you place a hand on his shoulder and thank him.

when you reach the small closet, you find danielle in the room as well, rummaging for packaging and more boxes for the pastries and desserts. she’s oblivious to your presence until you knock flicker the light on and off once, making her squeal and jump from surprise. your coworker turns around and hits the rack unknowingly, when she sees you, she starts to calm down.

“y/n! you scared me!”

you laugh. “sorry, i just needed some–”

above danielle, you spot a bag of coffee beans—at least three pounds heavy—starting to tip. before it can fall, you move without hesitation. you rush over, reaching out and getting on your tiptoes to catch it with one hand just in time.

a sigh of relief leaves your lips, but you catch your breath again as soon as you look back down.

danielle is close. her face is a few inches apart from you and your hand is still up to hold the coffee beans, making the moment much more intimate and nerve-racking than it actually is. she looks at you intensely, her lips parting before her eyes dart down to your lips. 

“y/n,” she almost whispers.

you gulp and look down at her lips, then away, putting your arm down and grabbing the coffee beans with you as you do so. your faces are closer now and you feel your heartbeat rapidly pounding against your chest, threatening to break through. danielle still stares at the features presented to her, pupils dilating.

you break the tension, looking away and stepping back, holding the coffee beans to your chest almost like you’re hugging them. your eyes dart around the room nervously, your cheeks burn like they’re steak being put onto a hot iron skillet, and you gulp one last time.

“the um, t-the beans… they almost fell on you.”

“yeah?” 

“i’m um, i need to uh– yeah, there’s no more grinds and i need to make a latte…”

“right.” danielle starts to smirk, looking at the aftermath on your face. “you do that then. oh, and by the way.”

“hm?”

she steps forward to push hair out your face and behind your ear, her fingers graze against the back of it. “your ears are red–and warm.”

“oh, um, maybe.” you mumble softly. danielle giggles at you before you leave the room, 

–

the two of you don’t speak on the incident the rest of the shift since danielle can tell you’re flustered and she’s also really good at keeping a conversation going. plus, work is in the way at times, so doing your job saves you.

after you two clock out for the day, both of you walk to your car and danielle watches you closely before looking out the window again. you feel a shiver down your spine as you get out the parking spot and the grip on the wheel is tighter the whole way to her apartment complex.

you park in front of the entrance, danielle unbuckles her seatbelt and says, “thanks for the ride.”

“it’s no problem.”

“i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“yup.” 

your coworker narrows her eyes at you, looking at you questionably as if she were expecting something different. she puts her hand on yours, smiles, then gets out the car. 

she starts to walk towards the entrance, and as she walks through the door you huff.

“i can’t be like this, fuck me. another lecture from hyein would kill me.” you groan.

you grab your keys, unbuckle your seatbelt, and get out the car as soon as possible. you sprint towards the entrance and look around for danielle, catching a glimpse of her walking towards the stairs, so you follow after her.

she’s already up a flight somehow right when you reach the bottom of the stairwell, you catch her hair just barely and shout up at her,

“danielle!” she looks down to see you breathing a little heavier than normal. “wait!”

“y/n? what are you doing here?”

“i– wait there.” you call out before running up the stairs. danielle doesn’t listen and starts to walk down as well, which leads to you running into her when you clash halfway, accidentally bumping her. “s-sorry.” 

“you’re out of breath.”

inhaling quickly, you nod. “a bit.”

danielle laughs. “why did you run after me?”

“i was um, i was wondering…” you poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue, struggling to make eye contact with her. “are you um, well, fuck, sorry– okay, um.”

“take your time.” she teases.

you giggle before looking into her eyes and composing yourself. “do you want to hangout outside of work sometime? i really… like working with you and talking and yeah all of it, but work kind of limits a lot.”

she looks at you with a growing blush fostering her cheeks. one good look at you–messy hair tucked behind your ears, the baby tee hugging you, your flushed face from running, the adorable look you give her as you wait for an answer – danielle nods and her teeth show as she smiles at you.

“i would love that.”

“really?” you ask, eyes widening. you shake your head and laugh to yourself before asking, “when is good for you?”

“i’m not doing anything right now, are you?”

“i need to pick my cousin up soon but that’s it.”

“okay! you should go pick up your cousin and we can head downtown?”

“oh, now? today?” you say in disbelief; danielle hasn’t given you a chance to plan or mentally prepare for this. you’re already winded, but this is like a tornado picking you up and throwing you over to another continent. “i mean, yes, that’s perfect, yeah.”

“pick me up later then, that alright?”

“i’ll text you when hyein– er, when i drop my cousin off.”

“perfect, i’ll see you then?”

“yes, mhm.”

–

you’ve never driven so fast, nor have you gotten ready so quickly. your cousin gripped the door handle tightly as you sped fifteen miles over the limit in a neighborhood, glancing at your concentrated, flushed face.

usually, hyein is the one rushing home after school since it makes her homesick. but today, the unexpected sight of you bursting into the house, darting to your room, and emerging five minutes later with a denim jacket, jeans, and makeup on left her wide-eyed.

hyein’s laying on the couch when she catches you fixing your hair in the mirror, clenching your jaw and taking a deep breath.

“what’s up with you.”

“danielle.”

“elaborate?”

“i dropped her home and asked her to hangout and then i was like ‘oh okay when?’ and she’s basically saying that now, today, like later. i have to pick her up like right now– wait, do i look good? too much? too little? is it–”

“you look fine y/n, very pretty. i think danielle will appreciate it.”

“you sure?”

hyein sighs and stands up, you’re a little taller then her, so she has to tilt her head up just barely to fix your hair and pat down your jacket. 

“stop stressing, it’s just a hangout, no? you didn’t say it was a date did you?”

shit. 

“i mean no, but–”

“okay so stop stressing and go pick her up!” hyein rolls her eyes at you. “you’ll do great kid.”

“who are you calling kid?” 

“blah blah blah, go get out the house.”

you look at her defeatedly, brows curled up and a pout played on your lips. hyein simply laughs at you before you grab your keys, tote bag, and head out the door.

-

you reach her apartment complex and spot her outside, waiting while engrossed in her phone. danielle jumps when a car honks at her, but then she sees you in the driver’s seat. a smile spreads across her face, and she runs over to you, her excitement palpable.

danielle gets in the passengers seat. “hello again.”

“hi.”

“downtown? are we going to metro or are you going to park there.”

“it’s a surprise,” you smirk mischieviously before starting to drive. danielle giggles and trusts your little ‘surprise.’

the car ride is filled with laughter as you two sing along to your favorite songs. despite having slightly different music tastes, there are many songs that you both enjoy and can belt out together until you find a good spot to park in the city.

danielle waits for you as you pay for parking, looking out at the social city and lovely views. but one view is lovelier than the city, lovelier than everything really. her lips turn up when she looks at you pressing the button and grabbing the ticket that’s dispensed out. 

you fix your hair. “okay, before we go to the surprise did you want to check out the stores?”

“i don’t go downtown too often, so i don’t know what’s good.”

“me neither,” you shrug, then look around. “the city is big, we can surely find something we both like. i hope you like exploring.”

“if it’s with you, then why wouldn’t i like exploring?”

you're caught off guard by the compliment, opting for a chuckle to hide how it makes your heart run a marathon and your tummy twist and turn.

three hours pass but you swear it’s only been thirty minutes. 

the two of you walked everywhere, exploring small cafes, charming clothing stores, and vintage record shops. danielle made sure to take as many pictures of you as possible, insisting on "capturing the moment" and telling you that you're "adorable." her reasons made you giggle nervously, each compliment warming your heart.

you hold onto danielle’s bag of clothes and trinkets she had bought – you practically had to fight her to simply hold the bag – as you lead her down an alleyway. she’s following you mindlessly, not questioning your sudden change in plans since it must be part of your oh-so-lovely surprise.

“i’ve had a lovely time with you, we should spend time together outside of work much more often.” she says softly, turning to look at you and smile. she’s glowing. 

it's five in the evening, and the sun is beginning to set, golden rays seeping through the little cracks in the alleyway. each beam enhances her already striking features. her eyes shine when they catch the light, turning her brown eyes into a mesmerizing gold. the wind tousles her curly hair, making her even more beautiful with each stray strand. the way her teeth peek out when her smile widens makes your knees weak—you could stare at her for hours.

she snaps you out your trance. “y/n, can i ask you something?”

“yeah, what is it?”

“did you not like me when we first met?” 

you two continue to walk, but you’ve fallen silent. looking down at the ground, you shake your head and turn to look at her again.

“no, no that’s not it.” you shake your hands in defense. “i’m just… not a morning person, and very cautious.”

she giggles, “what?”

“when i did closing, all my coworkers were terrible. it was a nightmare despite being awake at the time, you know? and it’s different waking up so early for me, i’m not a morning person in any way.”

“i’m aware.” danielle interjects, making you roll your eyes and shove her with your shoulder playfully. 

you look around the area, clicking your tongue as everything starts to become recognizable. grabbing her hand, you find a little exit and lead her to a small area overlooking a part of the city near the river. it’s beautiful, and danielle is mesmerized by the view.

from where you both stand, you watch her mouth fall open, her hand almost covering it. she sighs in awe, taking in the scene—the buildings with some windows lit and others dark, the flowers in full bloom, and the trees with vibrant leaves.

“y/n, was this the surprise?”

you start to walk ahead, then turn around and motion with your head for her to follow. she watches you sit down on a rock that luckily has space for two people. she sits down next to you, watching as you prop yourself up with both hands behind your back.

you both sit in comfortable silence, the golden hues of the sunset reflecting off the river and casting a warm glow over everything. danielle’s eyes dart from the view to you, her smile never fading. you catch her gaze and smile back, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. the moment feels perfect–it is perfect.

“this is the surprise, and also kind of my apology for being an ass to you the first few weeks of working.”

danielle admires the side of your face as you watch the view, the sun hitting you beautifully, tracing each feature she adores the most.

“i’m not a morning person, and i guess i was stubborn and always pissy. i didn’t want to talk a lot because i was scared of you and soobin – mostly you – being terrible like the closing staff.” you meet her eyes with your own. “but you’re far from that.”

she does that thing where her eyes soften and her lips form something between a pout and a smile, much like the time she talked about a puppy she ran into on the street. but now, the emotion of adoration and awe is much more intense. her gaze seems to hold a deeper meaning, reflecting the beauty of the moment and the bond you share. 

“y/n, you’re so…” she covers her face with a hand, concealing her blush. “you’re wonderful.”

“i just wanted to share a view i really like with you, since i appreciate you a lot, you know? and we’ve been getting close so… i just… yeah.”

avoiding her look, you turn to watch the view again. yeah, you’d much rather be staring at her while she admires the view, but you can’t possibly do that when the sun is exposing your crimson cheeks.

“can i take a picture of you?” she asks, pulling out her phone. “you’re just so gorgeous right now, i really want to have something to look back on later.”

look back on you? you?

“yeah, sure.” you respond bashfully.

she holds her phone up, then looks at you, grins, and says, “cheese!”

you chuckle and shoot her a lovely, toothy, beaming smile. “cheese!”

–

the two of you alternate between talking and admiring the view for another two hours until the sun starts to set. by then, danielle has ended up close to you, your arms touching purposefully.

as you walk back to your car, a gust of wind brushes past and danielle shivers. she's only wearing a cropped t-shirt and sweatpants, which isn’t ideal for the cooler night. without a second thought, you slip off your jacket and drape it over her shoulders, grinning.

“thank you, y/n,” she says, looking up at you through her eyelashes. “you’re not cold?” 

you shake your head, the warmth from the evening and the moment enough to keep you comfortable. “nope, i’m good,” you reply, enjoying the way she pulls your jacket closer around herself. it looks even better on her.

“i have a longsleeve on, and i don’t want you getting sick dani.”

her eyes widen and she gasps. “oh my god.”

“what?”

“you called me dani!”

you ‘tsk’ at her and shake your head, but smile to yourself. “yeah and?”

“you never ever call me that.”

“well i’m very fond of you now so… dani it is.”

both of you continue on to the car, enjoying each others presence while lingering close.

–

you reach her apartment complex and somehow those five – almost six – hours seemed like they weren’t enough. the last thing you wanted was the night to end, but here you are, parked in front of the entrance.

danielle hesitates in her seat, not wanting the night to end either. “hey, just to clarify…”

“yes?”

“did you… was this a date?” 

you melt. “at first i just wanted to hangout with you, but as soon as you got into my car when i picked you up i really wanted it to be. what did you think it was?”

she relaxes into the seat and lets out a sigh of relief. “oh thank god. you were so adorable and cute the whole time and the thought of this just being coworkers– no, friends, hanging out was dreadful.”

“well then, it was definitely a date.”

she hums before silence follows. you two sit there smiling like idiots at each other, the air filled with excitement and adoration.

“i’ll see you at work tomorrow?” danielle says it like it’s a question, but it’s guaranteed unless something deadly catches you by surprise. even then, you’d still make an effort to see danielle.

“yeah. i’ll pick you up too.”

“great,” danielle mumbles. without any warning, she quickly reaches over, placing a hand on the back of your neck and pressing her lips to your cheek. her eyes close, and you freeze in place as she hides herself by pressing her nose into your skin. “i really, really enjoyed everything. i like you so, so much.”

her voice sends a shiver down your spine, and the feeling is heightened when she kisses your cheek again, lingering before she pulls away.

she winks at you before waving. “have a good night, y/n. sleep well.”

your mouth is agape, and you can’t even move. you sit there, watching her walk back to her apartment complex. she looks back once more to wave and smile again. you’re flushed, your heart racing faster than any f1 car. you realize you’re the happiest you’ve been in ages.

–

danielle squeals as she enters the apartment, making minji and hanni – who are playing some card game – jump and yelp themselves.

“what the hell man?” hanni yells.

“oh my god it was a date.”

“well obviously.” minji responds, watching danielle flop onto the couch. “she ran for you just to ask to hangout, i don’t even do that for you guys.”

“maybe because you secretly hate us.”

“hanni shut up you’re no better.”

danielle kicks her feet, smiling like a little kid and sighing dreamily. minji and hanni give each other a glance, then shrug at each other. 

“she took me to this wonderful view and oh my god it was beautiful but not as beautiful as her like oh my god and talking to her is so fun and natural and she’s so sweet and–”

minji cuts her off, noticing the jacket she has on. “is the denim hers?”

“yes.” danielle says smittenly, she’s lovestruck. “and i kissed her cheek just now.”

“oh wooow maybe your flirting can get you places.” 

danielle grabs a pillow and throws it at hanni, making the trio all laugh together. 

–

work is normal the next day—well, for the most part. it's just much more annoying since the two of you can’t be hopelessly in love in front of soobin and all the customers. after all, it’s a professional setting.

you can’t help but steal glances at her whenever you get the chance, especially when she’s taking orders. she’s so sweet and friendly with everyone, and it only makes you fall for her even more. if hyein were here, she’d probably roll her eyes and pretend to gag at how hopelessly in love you are.

danielle catches you staring after she’s finished putting a customers croissant in their bag, smirking at you knowingly. 

“hey, do your job!”

“oh shut up…”

she laughs before grabbing your wrist, dragging you to the door to the back. she looks over to soobin, who’s cleaning the counters, and shouts, “we’ll be back! i need y/n to help reach something for me.”

he shoots a thumbs up before starting to wipe again. danielle leads you back to the storage room giggling, then closes the door to leave you two alone.

“hey, we’re still on the clock.” you warn.

“i know, i know.” danielle starts to wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. “i wanted to do something i didn’t get to last night.”

you clench your jaw. “right.”

“mhm.” she says, staring at your lips. 

you couldn’t resist any longer. with a surge of giddy excitement, you close the distance between you and danielle, eagerly cupping her face in your hands. as your lips meet hers, they are just as soft and inviting as you had imagined, yet the reality surpasses any expectation. 

she pulls away first to mumble against your lips, “you’re lovely.”

“you’re even better.”

danielle closes the distance, you both smile against each other and savor the short amount of time you both have in the storage closet. kissing her is everything, she’s just perfect.

time seems to stand still as you both melt into the kiss, a tender warmth spreading through every inch of your being. it’s as if the world around you fades away, leaving only the sensation of her warmth, the taste of her lips, and the intoxicating feeling of being so close to someone you adore.

when she starts to cup your cheeks, you conclude that maybe mornings aren’t so bad–definitely not if danielle is in the mix.

[meltedbluecaterpillar]

Oh wow I hadn't realized your original Snakes Whisper fic had dissapeared. I remember first stumbling onto it on ao3 when I first got into twst and it was soooooo good. Some of the best smut I've ever read.

I'm sad to see it's gone now but I love that you remade it with the delicious detail of the split tongue. Snakey Jamil is so sexy

Good night Alice. I will see you again tomorrow. I did take it down a while ago. It was still pretty recent. But I had some people talking to me about Jamil today. And even in the past after I deleted it I had some people asking about my works after I got rid of them. I felt… Guilty in a way.

It was really a case of improper tagging and seeing the extreme of one side of fandom and the extreme of the other… Sort of. I wanted to run away. So I got rid of everything that could be seen as problematic. But also… I dislike a lot of my old work. The messiness and tangled sentences. It makes me see how cute I was when I wrote two and three years ago compared to now. Too energetic… Let’s slow down… I feel extremely flattered that I was able to fill a space in your memory with something I made. Even if I disliked it myself it makes me happy that someone else did.

Secretly I wanted to add the detail years ago, but I wasn’t sure how to add it in so I gave up. Now… I have more knowledge on body modification and the chance to write it again. I am very excited to show you my passion. I want to explain the feeling of two tongues sliding against your most delicate spots.

I want to write because I want people to… (Dreamy sigh) “I can self insert me/my OC with this!” It is the highest honor I could ever receive. I love fanfiction. I love writing it. So I’ll do my best tomorrow and the day after. And I hope you will too Alice. If not? That’s okay. I’m happy you tried.

[flowtus143]

VA-11 Hall-A Fan Fiction: Bedtime Story

Some #va11halla fan fiction I wrote a while back. Don’t know what to do with it, so I’ll post it here. Hope you enjoy!

#va11halla

#va11halla

#va11halla

After re-establishing their sisterly bond, Jill and Gaby have been spending a lot of time together. They both wish to support each other through the grieving process and, in the long term, play a larger role in each other’s lives. Jill thought it would be great for Gaby to meet some of her friends and invited Alma and Dorothy to hang out them at her apartment. Alma was excited at the idea of hanging out with Jill and meeting Gaby for a second time and arrived early. The three are chatting the night away when the doorbell rings. Jill answers the door…

???: “And the crowd goes WILD!!! AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

???: “And she haven't even taken off her shoes yet!!”

J: Oh, hey Dorothy. Glad you could make it.

J: You can leave you shoes at the door, with the others.

A: Dorothy! Hey girl!

D: Party’s here!!! Hey honey, hey Alma! Hey, uh, umm…

G: …

J: Right, you two haven’t met before. Gaby, this is Dorothy. She a regular at Valhalla and-

D: A REGULAR!?!? JUST A REGULAR!?!? 

J: Relax. Anyway, Dorothy’s a regular and a really good friend of mine.

A&D: Aww, Jill!!

J: S-shut up. Dorothy, this is Gaby. She's my ex’s little sister…and kinda like my little sister too.

G: ...nice to meet you.

D: Hey, Gaby! Nice to meet you, too!

D: Oh, and I'm sorry for you loss. Jill and Dana told me about your sister a few week ago.

G: …it's okay.

G: I mean, it's not okay. I'm doing the best I can, but it's been hard. It goes without saying but…I miss Lenore.

G: Reconnecting with Jill has been really great for processing my sister's passing.

J: …

J: …yeah, same for me.

A: Wow, you were right, Jill. She is really smart, especially for someone so young.

J: Yep. Always has been. She got it from her sister.

A: Don't you mean sisters? 

J: … *blush*

D: Well, I'm glad both of you guys are starting to feel better! Gaby, let me know if I can do anything for you! I'll be more than happy to help!

J: I don't think she'll be needing your kind of help.

D: Hey!

G: What’s that supposed to mean?

A: …really, Jill?

D: I wouldn't offer that kind of help to a minor anyway!

J: Gaby, forget I said anything.

G: Umm, what kind of help?

D: The kind that…makes lonely people feel a little less lonely!

J: Just forget about it, Gaby.

G: …

G: So, you're a prostitute?

J: …dammit.

A: Like you said, smart girl.

D: W-well, yeah. But I wasn't offering those services to you! Really!!

D: I just wanted you to know that I'm here to support you!

G: …thanks. I'll keep that in mind.

A: Jill!! Time for you to offer drinks!

J: We’re not at the bar.

A: But we are guests in your home. Soooooo…

D: I'll take a beer!

J: …fine.

A: Same, since that's all you have around here.

G: Umm…I'll have some water, or…?

J: We're all having water since there's an underaged person hanging out with us.

J: (That was a one-time thing, Gaby.)

G: (Oh, okay…)

J: Four bottles of water, coming right up.

G: Thanks Jill!

D: Thanks, honey!

A: Yeah, thanks Juli-

J: Finish that sentence and I'll make you wear that water.

D: Booby hacker…dripping wet…

???: (Yeah, throw it on her. Maybe she'll take her top off. Don't you want to see her body in all its curvy glory?)

J: (…is that…?)

D: Yes, I'd love to…

J: Huh!?

A: Haha okay, okay, Ms. Stingray. I would tell you to calm down, but I know my presence, my aura, is flustering.

J: You wish. More like frustrating.

D: Honey, I've never seen you get so bothered before! You're always so calm and cool.

G: She was the same way with Lenore. Nobody could get under Jill’s skin the same way Lenore could.

A: Do I remind you of your ex? Does that mean…

J: Alright, enough…

A: Oh, sorry…thanks for the water Jill…

J: My pleasure.

A: …hug?

J: I’m okay. You’re fine, Alma.

D: Group hug on Jill! Sandwich her with love!

J: No, really. I'm fine. Next subject.

G: What do you want to talk about?

D: OH, I KNOW!!!

D: So, I have an INCREDIBLY story to tell you all!

J: Is it a story from work?

D: Yes!

A: A different type of bedtime story, huh?

J: Pfffft.

G: …

D: There's lots of rope involved too!

J: Well, tell us after Gaby goes to sleep.

G: No need to wait, I'll excuse myself. I don't think I want to hear that kind of story anyway.

J: No, don't leave. We want you to hang out, too.

G: It's fine. I'll just go to your room with Fore for the next 30 or so minutes.

“F”: But I want to hear the story too!

G: …

A: ...

D: …

J: …

“F”: …

G: …we’ll be back soon.

J: …

A: Soooo…about that rope story…

D: *ahem*

D: Saturday, January 7th.

D: A lone woman leaves a bar to meet with a peculiar client. 

D: It was a blistering cold walk through the streets of downtown Glitch City. The flickering lights of overdue MegaChristmas decorations and the hum of the neon signs were the woman's only companions.

D: She receives a call. It's the client.

D: “Hey! I'm heading towar-”

D: The client interrupts the woman before she could even finish her sentence. So rude!

???: “Be discreet. I don't want anyone seeing us meet.”

A: Oooooh, meeting with a big shot?

J: Can you get to the point?

D: But I wanted to add some drama and flair to the story!

A: Jill isn't the type to enjoy foreplay.

J: Nonsense. I play with Fore all the time.

A: And you talk for him too, apparently.

J: …

A: Sorry, Jill! As long as we're friends, you'll never live that down!

D: ANYWAY, BACK TO MY STORY!

D: Skipping ahead a bit, we arrive at his place. It's quite fancy. Maybe a bit gaudy too. Huge bottles of alcohol, giant television screens, massive Texas king-sized bed.

J: Texas? I thought king-sized was the biggest.

D: I did too until I saw his bed. But that's not the most interesting part. He had ropes and harnesses fastened to these giant frames.

A: Listen, I've had my fair share of experiences with shady guys in shady places. But this is severe red flag territory. Weren't you scared? I would've got THE FUCK outta there.

D: I was a little tense, but considering who he was made me feel a little more relaxed. Plus, finger guns.

A: Right…who was he?

D: I don't kiss and tell!

A: Jill, you ask her. Maybe she'll tell you.

J: I already know who it is, I think.

A: Ugh, fine.

D: Back to the story. I was like…

D: “Umm…what are the ropes and stuff for?”

???: “For you, of course. Rope bondage. And you're the bunny.”

D: “I-I don’t think I’d make a good ‘bunny.’ I'm not into overly submissive types of play.”

???: “Don't worry about it. We’re not fucking, if that makes you feel better.”

D: My heart was really starting to race at this point. I’ve never shot anyone before, but there’s a first time for everything.

D: “…then, what are we doing?”

???: *sigh* “Everybody has a price. Here's my offer.”

???: “I’ll explain everything I want and I’ll give you an extra 25% on top of your normal rate. Willing to hear me out?”

D: “Sure…”

???: “Smart choice. Ever heard of shibari?”

D: “No…what's that?”

J: Shibari? Interesting, I've seen it before. It's the Japanese art of rope bondage. The rope is beautifully wrapped around a person's body and-

D: Jill! This is my story!

A: Neeeeeerd!

J: …please continue, Dorothy.

???: “I want to use these ropes and harnesses to bound you, pose you, and suspend you in midair. I want to take pictures too.”

???: “Here are some photos of my other work.”

D: “Wow, this is beautiful!”

???: “You can do that, can’t ya? We can get some really good shots with those extra flexible Lilim limbs. So, you in or out?”

D: “In!”

D: At first, I was terrified. I was completely naked and submitting myself entirely to a stranger.

D: But he was shockingly good at applying bondage so, my fears melted away pretty quickly. It didn't hurt at all!

A: Did you get some good photos out of it?

D: Yes! We did four different poses and got dozens of good shots. I'll show you if you don't mind seeing me naked.

A: Ehh, I don't mind. That was an interesting story, Dorothy!

D: Thanks!

J: Yeah, I was half expecting the story to be “this guy had a really weird dick.”

D: Well, that's not interesting at all! That's just my average Tuesday.

D: But yeah! That's my story! The end!

A: *clap*

J: Okay, Gaby, you can come back now!

G: Okay!

G: Shibari sounds really cool.

J, A, & D: YOU WERE LISTENING!?

G: …

[vacantgodling]

🖋️,❤️, and😭 !! Don't have a specific wip in mind, so you get to decide !!

thank youuuuu 🥺💛 i can talk about the liminal space series for these lol :3

🖋️"what inspired you to write your WIPs?"

donut wip was inspired by my frustration at not being able to finish a story, and i thought if i just plotted out an easy, straight to the point, horror novel (cuz whoops donut wip is straight horror p much) that i’d be able to finish it. i wrote like 15 chapters in 2 weeks and then burned myself out when i started a new job in 2021 BUT as i was thinking about it, more and more could i see it fitting into the universe that already existed in jenna the reaper. but… there was no bridge from point a (college horror) to point b (high school supernatural horror literally across the country)

this is where the inspo for noi, alone came in. i’d had noi as a character in some form, for about as many years as i’ve had jenna but i never knew what to DO with them. but it seemed so perfect to make them the bridge between juls and jenna’s stories, even if they must also go through the horrors 😔 them having a demon entity thing in their eye was always a thing so that makes the transition even better (well, worse for them but better for plot)

and then jenna… tbh i never “had” inspiration for jenna. i was literally chilling at my ex’s house in hs when all of a sudden jenna just knocked on the door of my brain like “hey yeah i’m here now.” with all her plot already figured out LMAO. 💀💀 so in case you were wondering she’s always been like this. all i’ve really done is just tweak it and fit it better into the world with the other two wips, and add stuff on etc etc.

mason at the airport sort of came about from me wanting to take a slightly different direction with liminal spaces, like explore different kinds?? so mason’s story, while it’s in the universe it is Slightly different than the rest of them just cuz i wanted to try something new and LESS horrific lmao

❤️"what are your favorite scenes from your WIPs?"

donut wip (gasp that i’m actually willing to talk about Some spoilers lol):

the donut sharing scene is the most important scene To Me

the elevator flashback that talks about juls’s past & trauma around elevators

when juls and joaquin kiss (even tho the poly is alive and well in my head, this relationship is kind of the only one that gets enough time but it’s something i wanna change when i try to write draft 2)

also a particular scene involving news anchors that i don’t wanna spoil but i LOVE it

noi, alone:

tbh i haven’t plotted this one out that well but when noi meets seph is gonna be soooooo funny bc they’re lowkey attracted to him Immediately and lilly loves making fun of them about it. secondly, when the three of them break into the dorm i want it to be kind of messy

jenna the reaper / jenna the witch king:

the scene where noi reveals their demon

the scene with vega that is sad……. ough……

the scene where jenna tells carlos about frankenstein, i actually have that written out lol

the scene where jenna and yehna merge is gonna be OOF

mason at the airport:

i also don’t have much planned yet but i’m excited to write the beginning when mason realizes that there’s something Wrong with the airport and that he’s Alone (or is he)

😭"what are the biggest challenges writing your WIPs?"

honestly for all of these wips it’s just attention span. i enjoy all these stories but sitting down and writing them since 2021 and i burned myself out on donut wip has been a challenge. i’m hoping i can come back around to wanting to write them, but it’s probably gonna be a Long while (cuz i’m projecting in terms of original projects, i’ll write paramour then vampires don’t take road trips and then perhaps after i’ll come back to these)

[bowtied-pasta]

I wrote the dialogue in this while high so that True being a lovesick pothead would be as realistic as possible. I ramble without a sensor while high if a topic gets me talking, so now True does too.

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“He has… such a pretty face. Like… his eyes are so dark and sparkly, like space… And have you heard his laugh? Like… fucking heavenly sounds.” True is looking at the ceiling while she rambles… she thinks it’s the ceiling anyway. She’s on her back right now… so facing up sounds right.

What was in that edible?

It’s a passing thought in a staticky whirlpool of thoughts that swim caramel slow through her brain. Damien and Gage are to either side of her on their own respective bean bags. She had temporarily taken Finley’s seat for herself, as the red headed proxy did not indulge in weed.

Silence rung in her ears, and she flings her blurry gaze towards the television that shows the video game the two of them are playing. She knows their listening though. They always listened to her rant about their boss… did that make this weird? Was it weird to talk about someone’s boss being your friend?

True decides not, and continues talking. Only reinforced by the fact that the boys let her continue. “The bells are kinda cute too, not gonna lie… Like, they were kinda being cute the other day and cuddled me while he was talking to me. He was soooooo embarrassed too, his face was so cute all blushy like that.”

“Wait, huh? His tendrils did what?” The game suddenly stops moving, and True turns her gaze to Gage, finding him just as blurry as the television. She belatedly realizes that her eyes are just unfocused and adjusts her mistake.

Gage was looking at her incredulously, and a glance to Damien showed her that the mute man was giving her a side eye. What had she said? Did she do something wrong.

“Yeah.” She hugs her arms closer before sliding down into the beanbag. “He said something about like… responding to his emotions. He was happy to see me and he said he was distracted so they were all touchy because they respond to his emotions.”

“He was happy to see you… and his tendrils got all cuddly?” Signed by Damien, and Gage had the mind to remember that she was still spotty on sigh language and would likely need some help in her impaired state.

“Yeah. He was so happy to see me that his tendrils responded to it, yeah… I’m so flattered….” She suddenly stops, worry making her frown as she questioned herself. ”Do you think that means maybe… we’re good friends?”

“Good friends?” The tone in Gage’s voice didn’t really make sense to her right now, and it only prompts her to giggle before explaining.

“Well… if he’s so excited to see me that his tendrils get all cuddly, then… that must mean he likes me, right? I mean… I’m not just some miserable pity project he scooped out from under a pine tree, but his… real friend?” What was she saying? They knew about how Splendor found her, there was no danger in admitting this fear to them, right? They wouldn’t tell Splendor.

Right?

“…I think we can both confirm he likes you.” It takes a second for her brain to process Damien’s signed affirmation of what Gage had claimed, but she worries at her lip for a second… Did she just space out?

“You promise?” And she isn’t able to see as Damien and Gage give each other conspiratory grins over her head before nodding at each other and starting the game back up.

“Oh, yeah True. We’re pretty damn sure now.”

[caracuuw]

OKAY I finally finished watching through all of the Fixxiverse so far as well as Fix’s Dominion POV and.

Hey. Um. Hey.

Anyways have some disorganized rambles about it that are in no way chronological and I just wrote them down as I thought about them because. I have emotions. About it all. And nobody in particular to share them with. Spoilers ahead!

Hhhhh okay. Where to start? Alright, okay, well, first off. I lost my mind at Sausage’s cameo. I was not at all expecting it and so it hit me like a train and it was so funny. I just. God. That was so good.

Like. Damn. Sausage and Bubbles are canon to the Fixxiverse O_o

I really love that the zombie apocalypse episode was the first in the series, I felt like it was such a great start that made everything else really feel like a very natural progression of the series, what with starting with an unnamed protagonist and then starting to make more and more characters as fit, you know?

Speaking of the unnamed protagonist of the zombie apocalypse. I miss him and I home we see more of him in the future.

The slow realization of, not only everything being connected in some way, but also just how connected it all is- it’s just. It really shows the love and care put into the series. No stone is left unturned there.

Fixxiverse!Grady D:

Seriously though I loooovvveee fv!Grady so much hearts floating around my head around his head hearts come into my vision whenever he’s on screen lying on my stomach kicking my legs in the air etc etc he’s sooooooo

Cal

Just. Cal. You know.

I already said it in some tags a bit back lol but Cal is to me what Grumbot is to some Hermitcraft fans

I can’t really choose a favorite character because I would just end up listing all of them but if I had to name a few that really stood out to me in terms of how excited I got any time I heard them speak, I really loved fv!Grady, Captain Dohan, The Oracle, and Fred

Okay listen. I watched Dominion in this order: Legundo, Viking, Nuke, and then Fix. When I first saw The Oracle in Nuke’s perspective, I was like ‘oh, this is a neat and mysterious character, I wonder where they take this’ (and also like SCOTT SMAJOR????), so when The Oracle showed up in Fix’s POV, then when I pivoted to Fixxiverse and he showed up there (and I learned who he was more), and THEN when he showed back up again in the rest of Fix’s Dominion POV. Listen. I just. I have grown to love The Oracle a lot.

Also I wonder; is Dominion directly tied to the Fixxiverse? Is anything with Fix in it tied to the Fixxiverse? Or is The Oracle a bit more like a being that could show up anywhere? Is it a bit more like the Hermatrix, where literally all Minecraft worlds are in the same multiverse? (Could Legundo’s Hardcore Multiverse be tied to it all as well? I doubt it, but I don’t have the brainpower to pull that apart right now…)

I’m genuinely impressed with how well Fix pulls of having a fairly large cast of different characters in the Fixxiverse, which is primarily a single player series, and he played most of said character at some point. That is not an easy task to pull off.

Fix’s Dominion musical episode was soooooo. I just. God.

Welsknight cameo FUCK YEAH :D

Fix’s megabase on Dominion s1. Jfc dude. It’s so amazing, seriously. If nothing else, you should watch his POV just to see it.

Both of his main bases, actually. They are both so god damn impressive.

Also, all of Fix’s builds in the Fixxiverse, but especially in the main hardcore (and now survival) one are so gorgeous. I am actually in love with his building style, it’s so pretty, and the scale of it all is amazing.

His custom textures too! I know they’re such a small thing, but I love them so much. I love the creativity that goes into some of them, changing the textures to use them in ways that just. It changes the vibe completely from if it were the vanilla textures, but they all still fit. In fact, they arguably fit better because of the texture changes.

I loved his ‘confession room’ bit on Dominion, especially in his final episode of s1 with Sneve. That was really funny.

Dominion!Fix is a super interesting character to me. I feel like he’s just so well played, but I can’t quite put into words all my thoughts about him. He’s like. He’s a thief. He’s a trickster. He runs from the consequences of his actions. He’s just a little guy c’mon he’s just a little guy. He wants so badly to be a good person. He has no moral backbone. He cares deeply about other people’s wellbeing. He’s The Oracle’s favorite little fella, and god he really wants to be a good person but god dammit old habits die hard and no matter how hard he tries he just keeps on falling back down, even when he knows, he knows that if he does, he will release something beyond anything any of them are remotely prepared to handle, and he knew, he was warned, he was warned, but it still didn’t matter, because he cannot escape the person he believes, he knows he is deep down, and that will always be his downfall- he’s just some little bug dude.

I also adore whenever Fix talks about his family in his videos. Like, genuinely, it’s so sweet and makes me feel all warm inside every time he does

I need you all to know how happy it makes my silly little autistic brain every time he talks about music I loooovvve it when people talk about music :)))))

I definitely have more that I’ll probably remember later but honestly, I don’t want to spend any more time on this post so this is what you get lol

TLDR; Watch Fixxiverse and Fixxitt’s Dominion SMP POV :D

[adventuresinobx]

Tease

JJ Maybank x fem!reader

Summary: You’ve been teasing JJ all day at work so when you finally get home, he takes his revenge.

A/N: Ok I think this is officially the dirtiest thing I have EVER wrote 😂 Enjoy!

Warnings: Smut. Daddy kink, choking kink, just pure filth really.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your boyfriend JJ quickly got to work on you. You had been texting him all day about how much you wanted him when you got home, even sneaking into the bathroom multiple times to send pictures which got more and more sexy as the day went on.

He had been off today, so he’d been stuck at home with his cock swollen but he’d promised not to touch himself before you got back. The idea of that turned you even more, and knowing he would be literally ready and waiting for you when you got home made things even more exciting for you.

Even though he’d been left to wait all day, he was quick to help you first, ridding you of your denim shorts and lace panties quickly in one swoop.

You knew you wouldn’t have to wait for long, but you also wanted JJ to be rough, and there was an easy way to get everything that you wanted within two seconds.

As he went to start teasing you with his fingers, just like he always did, you moved your hand in between your own legs and pushed his away.

You let your own fingers touch where you wanted him most and you moaned out at the feeling, even managing to let his name spill from your lips. It felt so good after teasing yourself all day too.

His eyes were wide before his brow furrowed in frustration and anger and he quickly grabbed your wrist roughly.

“What d’ you think you’re doing cupcake?” he said, the anger evident in his voice as he moved that hand above your head and held you there.

“I’m horny daddy,” you said, your voice almost a whisper, “and you were taking soooooo longggg.” You elongated the last two words; god you loved being a brat.

The fire in his eyes only deepened as you gave him a wicked smile and knew exactly how this was all going down. “

“Shouldn’t have done that miss,” he said, his hands moving from your wrist down to your thighs. He pushed them apart - you had closed them to play up to him more - and you bit your lip in anticipation of what was about to happen.

“Thought my girl knew that only daddy can touch her like that,” he said, leaning down to place kisses all over your thighs. The skin was so sensitive there in anticipation of what was about to happen and your mind was almost blank with the sensations he was given you.

He hadn’t even touched you yet and you were a mess. He was knelt between your legs and as he shuffled to get a better position, you felt his cock touch your thigh. You could feel it was already leaking pre-cum and when you snuck a look, he was so hard, swollen and red and you almost felt bad for a moment that you overdid it for him.

Without warning, JJ moved to lick a long single stripe up you.

“Mm cupcake you’re soaking for me,” he said quietly, taking a moment to savour you on his tongue. You nodded, unable to form words as his tongue flicked over you again and again and made you completely melt into the feeling.

He added a finger, pushing it inside you before quickly adding a second as moans started to spill out of you. You noticed how calloused his hands were and all the scratches from his hard work and it made you melt even more.

You had no idea why but it felt so good for you.

“Baby,” you said, holding onto his shoulder with a firm grip as you rolled your hips to pull his fingers even deeper inside you.

“Good girl,” he growled as his tongue kept a constant pace on your clit and you struggled to breathe. Your eyes were closed and you felt like you were seeing stars as he kept his movements fast and accurate so when you felt him suddenly stop, you whined and half opened your heavy eyelids to see what was going on.

“Gotta watch me cupcake, or I’ll stop,” he said, biting his lip and you could sense he was close himself.

He hadn’t even touched himself yet and he was about to come undone in front of you. Changing his tack, he moved to hover over the top of you and took a deep breath.

“Shit,” he said, taking himself in his hand. The instant relief he felt was incredible for him and he thought this was about to be the moment he came without having touched you or even fucked you.

“It’s ok?” he said, his voice deep as he waited for you to nod. He used his hand to move the head over your slit a few times whilst waiting for the OK.

When he got it, he pushed himself inside you. He paused for a moment, getting used to the sensation, before he gripped your throat roughly with his hand and bottomed out inside you.

“Holy fuck,” you screamed out, your hands immediately finding his back as you scratched him, clawing at his back for something to hold onto as he started a firm and rough pace.

“Fuck,” he groaned, moaning your name as he powered into you as fast as he could.

He knew this wasn’t going to last long after all that teasing so he just gave it as good as he could.

Your nails were digging into him now as you rocked your hips up to meet his, probably leaving painful marks on his skin that you two could joke about in the morning.

“JJ, that’s it,” you told him as he hit your spot again and again, you completely losing it as he thrusted into you at an ungodly pace. His breath kept hitching in your throat, and your heart was completely pounding in your chest.

You know you needed to ask for permission to come, but it was all too much and with his hand around your throat and the other tensing as he propped himself up, it was definitely all too much for you.

You came without warning, moaning JJ’s name and the feeling of you soaking him made him come too.

“Fuck,” he growled as he chased his high, before carefully pulling out of you and rolling to the side of you on the bed.

His breathing was as fast as yours as you both tried to get back to normal. Your eyes were still firmly shut, just taking in all that happened.

You felt his body weight shift on the bed as you opened your eyes. Seeing he turned to look at you, you sighed deeply - you knew what was coming.

“If you think you’ve got away with that - me not giving you permission to come, think again cupcake,” he said, his voice stern. You realised you were in for a long night.

[bebe-thewriter]

Heyyy y’all I am back with the “bare wit me” series and if I’m being totally honest I have no idea what direction I’m going on with😐 butttt the lovely @xxmaddienicolexx Asked me ever so politely to continue so it it my duty to comply without complaints, soooo enjoy chapter 4 or bare wit me- BeBe🧘🏾‍♀️

The rest of the day went by quickly, but the casting came slow. Yamir, and Mikasa continued to tell me I did well, as a way to comfort me.

“This shit is driving me nuts bro.” I said, with a slight tremor in my throat. I’m freaking out. I’ve been to many auditions, and a plethora of castings but this was different, this was what I wanted since i heard their first ever song in high school.

“(Y/N) calm down bae, you did amazing, we know it, you know it, he’ll even the band basically said your in! You just gotta trust it.” Mikasa said while softly messaging my back.

“She’s right, and along with that, we all peeped Connie eye fucking you soooooo.” Ymir says with a big smirk.

“Ymir stop! He was not….. was he.” I said. “Yes bitch, he was.” Now that calmed me down.

“Ughhh girl you have no idea what he dose to me. He’s so damn attractive, and not to mention fucking talented! Not only is he the producer of S.C.O.U.T.S but the drummer, andddddd the lead rapper! Ugh he is just so-“ but before I could finish I was cut off by ymir.

“Sexy, and dreamy,” “don’t forget he has the sex appeal of a god!!!!” She adds Imitating things I may have and may not have said. “Sthu y’all ain’t funny” I say giggling, they know me so well.

Before we can continue our conversation we see a group hurriedly jog past us. “THE CASTING IS OUT.” I hear someone yell excitedly.

“Oh I guess the casting is out.” I say in a nonchalant way, but then it hits me……….. “THE FUCKING CASTING IS OUT!!!” I repeat this time though with more emotion.

We hurriedly sprint to that tiny piece of paper strung up by tape and surrounded but a sea of bodies. As we walk through them I notice multiple reactions happening, sadness being the more popular one. Though envy was a recurring one as well, “who the hell are even half of these people a bunch of nobodies bro,” and, “well I’m clearly one of the best singers at this school so they just lost a valuable player!” And so on.

Finally we reach the paper and with a beating heart I read it……damn I’m at the top nvm.

(Y/N), Historia, Bobby, Natalie, Petra, Floch, Dj, Mavis, Missy, and Geneva. “We hope to see you all at rehearsals starting on Monday morning. Btdubs your excused from all classes cause like were more important byeeeee” after reading the poster on thing is for certain… Saha wrote this shit and two I’m at THE FUCKING TOP OF THE LIST.

Mikasa, Ymir, and I all start getting giddy with excitement but out of respect we remain silent. “Come on guys let us depart.” Mikasa says in a accent. “Ofc lady Mikasa, come sir Ymir we must go, it appears i must participate in the act of tinkleing” I say mimicking Mikasa. As soon as we get to the coed bathroom we celebrate. “See girl we knew you could do it you were top of that list.” Mikasa says. “Yeah she’s right, your even double lucky because now you get to hang with Mr. “damn mama you so fine” headass.” Ymir says.

“Guys stop! Connie would never say that and now that I’m IN THE COMPETITION our relationship will be professional.” I rant. “But damn I almost got distracted during my audition, he really is just sooo amazing.” I repeat for the thousands of times.

“Nah mama that’s all you.” Wait what. My head slowly turns to the low voice and my entire body stiffens. “Hey Connie.” I say nervously, “hey (Y/N)” he says smirk growing ever so wide.

I FUCKING FORGOT WE WERE IN COED BATHROOMS

last minute post sorry if it’s rushed and shit it’s because it is I’m not used to writing a story after a few weeks usually it takes years Lmaoooooo but yea hope y’all enjoyed ps my bad didn’t mean for it to be so short but it’s Ight

-BeBe out💃🏾

[doodlestab]

Omgg recently I’ve been obsessing over CQ and deep-diving into a bunch of accounts to find out more stuff about it because there’s just so many characters! The world seems so vivid and alive, with a bunch of interesting concepts that I’m rlly interested in :000

But ahh, I’m still struggling to find out exactly how it came to be and what’s the whole idea behind it and such. If you feel up to it I would absolutely hear your own explanation of it, you as the creator, but only if you can obviously <33

Oh this is a dangerous question to ask me, because I could go on and on forever. I'm gonna write everything under a read-more and come back up top if I can summarize it all in a paragraph afterwards.

Okay I came back up like 6 paragraphs in. there is no way I will be able to summarize this so if you're really interested, prepare for the read.

So the concept of CQ sprouted first when I was probably about 11 or 12. I had nothing to do, I was often sick and stuck in bed at home, all I had was time on my hands. It was all conceptual for a while, until Adventure Time came out in 2010. That really inspired me to start drawing and developing my own universe because I remember being so fascinated with such an expansive world like the Land of Ooo. I was 13 at that point, and started drawing more too, so I had a laptop, a dinky little tablet, and still tons of free time.

The concept started out like this: I love bright colors, I love tons of characters, and I love silly antics. So I'll make a bunch of bright colors into characters, and make them be silly. In my mind they were always stick people, 2D abstractions, cartoony, etc. Those characters are what I call the mimes, which are the pale white skinned, single-color oriented characters you see me post all the time. Since the idea sprouted, they've become more than just 2D cartoons and sort of just their own physical characters.

After I'd curated that concept, I went on to flesh out the world. Made some "main characters" which were really just some of my first attempts at character designs that weren't weird animal creature thingamabobs. Tim, Gary, Samantha, Hannah, and Michael were the ones I believe I made first. That's sort of why Tim especially seems soooooo... bland. The average cis white dude with a silly T shirt. But as basic of a guy as he may be, he still is my guy and I love him so much and he will never not be my guy and also never not be the face of CQ. Even if he adds almost nothing extra to the group (ability wise), he will always be in the story just to be everybody's friend.

This feels like it's getting a little over descriptive, but really the concepts of characters and world building all came together in bits and pieces over the next couple years while I actually figured out a cohesive plot. I knew what I wanted but I wasn't sure how to communicate it, so I wrote out a sort of play-type script for it. I just slapped down dialogue, threw notes in on the side to remind myself what was going on in any given scene, and just went. I rarely looked back while I wrote, and it went on to be about 700 or 800k words of pure mess.

At this point, I was in a voice acting circle with a lot of good friends. So I gave the characters voices too!!! Because it was fun to see the characters come to life and I could tell my friends had a lot of fun with them too. The voices and talking to other people about the characters really helped me flesh them out even more. So I went back and revised the script to make it easier to be acted out.

I also got into animating around that time, too. So all together I was like holy cow. It's all written out, my friends have some awesome voices, I can animate... I could make this a little web series or something!!! And that failed. Cause I was like ambitiously 15 with really flimsy writing and a poor grasp on the flow of animation.

BUT! It was still a very exciting and developmental time for CQ. A lot of characters had been created, the concept of the mimes finally got fully fleshed out. It's much more of a spectrum now because of my love of character design, but at first I'm pretty sure the original mimes were Uppsulka (Red), Foxglove (Orange), Maggie (Yellow), Twiddle Niddle (Green), Holly (Cyan), TyV (Blue), and N & O (Purple).

I made more pretty quickly but those were the ones I'd had in my heart for a couple of years at that point. This was also around the time that my thinking got very very compartmental. As in, my OCD got the better of me. There had to be an be an opposite equal to everything. Not a bad thing, but ultimately something that would just make the world a little too complex for me to handle. Each mime had to have a living counterpart, it just felt like it had to be like that. So for every living person, there was always a new mime being designed alongside it. There was also the mimes concept themselves-- they're the concept of light. So of course, now I have to have a concept of dark, too. Weird creepy shadowy creatures were almost a thing.

Those shadowy beings still actually exist lore wise, but over time I melded that concept into the past of the plot. Light beat dark, dark is no more, influx of light (mimes), efflux of dark (shadowy dudes). It was right around here that I feel like I'd solidified what I really wanted to do with CQ? I think? I mean of course I'm still developing it all even now at 25, but right around then was like. Ah! Okay. Now I have a workable story.

Light beats dark, light rains into the physical land, the people that were already living in the physical land are like wtf get out? But these beings of light are like wtf we JUST got here. And also we're like way stronger and more abstract and creepy than you so *kills you*. And thus a band of heroes has to inevitably rise and resolve this issue.

So now at this point I have like 16 or 17 mimes and living people, so thats like wow over 30 characters. Also not to mention all of the side bit characters I'd made for side plots along the way. I love an expansive world, a huge roster of characters, and diversity in design and interaction... but I really had to settle on a limit for main focus characters. I still struggle with that. I still consider all of the characters you see me draw often as main characters. Now there's just more *mainlier* characters. Or rather, they've gotten their own story and development in groups. But whatever, because this is sort of getting too far from the topic to even be justifiable x_x

Basically the story is about concepts from a different plain of existence come to the physical realm, and everybody scrambles to figure out what the fuck is going on and how to get things back to normal. I don't call it an alien invasion story but it kind of is that. Just like. An accidental invasion that they can't reverse. Woops!!!

I'm not sure how to end this ramble because I know I could still go on for ever... but I'd probably just stray too far from the original question if I did.

Oh yeah also I did have a few attempts at launching projects for CQ. The really old comic from like 2014... an attempted video game... another comic.......... I've just never been happy with how I start it off. And the preferred method for how to tell the story I want keeps changing. Right now I want to animate it. I don't know how far I'll get. But I'll keep working on CQ until I get everything I want out about it out. (...so to those still interested even now, I'm honored that you enjoy the ramblings!)

[lexis3npaii]

Corner Store Confession

I’m baaaaccckkkk 😈

bangchanxfem!reader

1.6k words 

(literally just fluff)

the lee know fic i’m writing is taking me longer than expected lol. i wrote this 1 or 2 years ago for a creative writing class but i just changed the boy to chan and the main girl to Y/N. I was gonna change the little sister to jeongin, but i think the sister dynamic works better than a brother/sister one would, so May is a OC. i am writing a teen romcom novel that this scene will be in but the scene in the book is different and obviously the names are different. like before, enjoy and feedback is greatly appreciated :) 

The night is dim, and the frigid air nearly passes right through my body, the knitted gray cardigan hanging low on my shoulders barely keeping me warm. We walk along the road, on our way to the corner store. Well I walk, May practically skips, her messy head of curls bouncing up and down as she does. I can see the excitement radiating off of her body. Me? I can feel the anxiety rattling almost every bone in my body. The oxygen feels thick and hard to breathe. No doubt another symptom of my good ol’ pal anxiety.

When we reach our destination, I stop before going in. I look over at May. She’s got her hand on the handle, ready to swing the door open and gaze at the cashier we’re both infatuated with.

“Um hello? Earth to Y/N?” she says to grab my attention again, “Can we go in?” 

I train my eyes straight ahead and nod, mentally preparing myself for the possible impending embarrassment that’s coming. It always comes when I’m in the presence of Christopher.

We enter the store and hear the familiar bell ring. I glance over at the checkout just as Chris looks up from his phone and waves at me. I half smile and wave back, already feeling the butterflies flutter in my stomach. No not flutter, more like rage. The butterflies are raging in my stomach. They’ve formed a mosh pit and they are now raging. May elbows me and wiggles her eyebrows like an idiot. I give her a little shove and turn back to Chris. I wave again, cursing myself for already forgetting the first time I waved. At this, Chris giggles and waves at me again. I avert eye contact and I quickly push May to the back of the store. I stand, Blair Witch style, against the freezer. The icy glass helping to cool down my face, which is burning with humiliation. I’m an idiot. I’m an awkward, blundering idiot. I’m a-

“Y/N!” May once again drags me back to earth. “Pull yourself together.”

She begins to walk away before looking back at me and mumbling weirdo. I take a deep breath, feeling the cool air from the freezer flow through my lungs, before breathing it out and turning to follow May.

We walk through the aisles, absentmindedly looking at the product on the shelves. May slides her fingers across a row of orange Fanta. She spins around on her foot and faces me.

“Soooooo... you gonna talk to him.” she asks.

“What?

“He’s been staring at you this whole time” she points over to Chris who looks downwhen we meet eyes.

“It’s probably because we’re the only people in the store”

“I don’t know, he definitely checked you out when we walked in. Or he was checking out me, but if he was, I’d be concerned, ya know cause I’m a minor.” She grabs a pack of watermelon Sour Patch Kids and walks away. 

I grab a bag of Skittles and follow her to the register.

When we reach the front, Christopher greets us with his cute half smile, dimples on full display. It takes everything in me not to smile back like a deranged clown. He rings up the two items and puts them in a bag. I feel around for my wallet, immediately realizing I left it at home.

“Crap, I forgot my wallet.” I say out loud. 

“Hey, no problem” Chris utters back as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a 10-dollar bill.

“Geez thanks Christopher. What would we do without you?” May swoons.

“Yea thanks Chris, I’ll totally pay you back, I have money it’s just in my wallet that forgot and...” I trail on not realizing what I’m saying or that I’m still talking.

“Y/N, it’s all good.” He stops my mindless rant. I cast my eyes on the sticker covered counter, not wanting to look in his eyes. 

"I would just let you guys walk out with this stuff but my manager's been on me recently about giving out freebies to people I like.” He says as he puts the 10 in the register, takes out the exact change, and shoves it into his back pocket.

“Sooooo you’re saying that you like us?” May probes.

I slightly look up and then immediately reach for our items when Chris and I make eye contact.

“Of course I do. You guys are like my favorite regulars.” He says as he leans forward on the counter.

“Well we gotta go. School night.” I say in a breathy giggle tone,  awkwardly backing up towards the door. On the way I bump into a swivel rack of potato chips. I make a mortifying ‘oof’ noise and stumble a little, our bag of goodies falling out of my hand. I giggle from embarrassment and attempt to pick up the discarded bags of various chips.

Chris hops over the counter and in one swift movement he’s next to me, helping to put the chips where they belong.

“Clumsy today aren’t we Y/N?” he says with a smirk as our fingers brush each other on the same bag. The heat rushes to my head so fast it feels like at any minute I’ll black out.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve been looking.” I utter out.

“Y/N, chill it’s no biggie. I’ll clean this up, I mean it is my job.” He says with a chuckle. Fire. My face is on fire. “Why don’t you guys head out. It’s a school night isn’t it?” he gives me a wink and I’m sure I’ll melt into a puddle right then and there.

“Yea” I say flustered, “Yea school night. We’ll get out of your hair.” I get up and rush over to grab May’s arm. I need to get out of this store before I can embarrass myself any further.

Just as I’m about to push the door open Chris calls my name. I slowly turn around to see him holding our bag of snacks. I saunter over to him and grab the bag. I give him a tight-lipped smile and he chuckles back, crossing his arms as he watches us exit the store.

“Byeeeeee Christopherrrrrr!” May calls as we transfer from the bright fluorescent lights of the store to the dark illuminated vibe of the outside, the crisp air once nearly freezing me, now alleviating me from the smoldering fire set ablaze on my entire body. I squeeze my eyes shut so tight, it feels like my eyelids will split open. The painful memories of just moments ago play in my head. No way that just happened. No way I just majorly embarrass myself THAT bad. I look over to May, who’s doubling over in laughter. I mean hands on stomach, trying to keep herself upright kind of laughter.

“Aw man, that was so funny. You were like a Charlie Chaplin film, but unfortunately for you there was sound.” She burst into a fit of laughter again, now covering her mouth with her hands, trying to muffle her loud cackles.

“It’s nice to know my pain is amusing to you.” I say as I try not to glance back at the store. I know he’s staring at us through the window and if we meet eyes again, I’m going to pass away.

How on earth am I ever going to face him again? I can’t go back into that store, not while he’s working that is. I’m going to have to avoid him for the rest of my life. Just then, I notice May’s laughter has stopped. I glance over at her. She’s got her smug ‘I told you so’ face on as we walk down the street.

“What?” I finally ask, sick of her giving me that look.

“He likes you” she retorts back, fully confident.

“Not after that he doesn’t.”

“No he likes you, trust me.” She skips ahead of me, humming some unknown tune. She spins back around and says “And you like him.” 

I stand still for a moment, mulling over May’s statement. Against my better judgment, I turn around just as the oh so familiar store door rings. Before I know it, I’m face to face with Chris, who pants a little from his short run. 

For a moment, we just stare at each other. His face displays a nervousness I’ve never seen on him before. He opens his mouth to say something, but closes it and turns away, hiding his face from me. 

“Y/N! I was wondering if you wanted to do something. With me! Do something with me along with you. Together, at the same time.” He rambles on. I can’t help but think how cute it is to see him like this, fumbling over his words, speaking in disjointed sentences like, well, me. 

“Yes.” I cut him off with an uncharacteristic burst of confidence. 

“Yes? Yes. Yes what… exactly?” 

“Yes I’ll go out with you.” I say with an awkward smile.

He gives me his award winning smile and for the first time all night, I grin and laugh, not out of nervousness or embarrassment, but pure excitement. 

“Cool. I’ll text you.” He hands me his phone to input my number. “Definitely not on a school night though.” He jokes, as I hand back the device. He begins to walk backwards towards the store. 

“Not gonna let me live that one down are you?” 

“Never.” 

I watch him go back into the store, a visual pep in his step. I wait until he disappears behind a shelf to do a little celebratory dance, before running to catch up with May. I don’t tell her what just happened, I’ll keep that to myself for a while. Plus I hate it when she’s right.

[tennessoui]

If you're up up to it, how about obikin and 42?

yes!!! Prompt 42 is Star-Crossed Lovers, but star-crossed lovers are soooooo out now. 'Crossed the stars to be lovers' is IN, baby!!

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Someone has left a letter on his bunk. Obi-Wan as a rule doesn’t get letters. Actually, as a rule, Obi-Wan has never wanted to receive a letter in his entire life. They all have datapads for a reason, and it’s because they’ve evolved past the need for flimsi and ink when there are means at their disposal to deliver messages near instantly.

So no, Obi-Wan has never wanted to see a letter sitting on his bunk. He finds the whole thing rather trying, actually, the Flimsi Friends program the Jedi Order established fifty standard years ago in an attempt to connect their Jedi with others across the branches through letters. Obi-Wan had scorned the idea as an Initiate living comfortably in the Temple on Coruscant, and his opinion hadn’t really changed once he began his tenure at the AgriCorps.

Kabre notices before anyone else. “Oh, hey! Obi-Wan’s got a letter.”

“Finally,” Aldran grins, craning his neck from where he’s collapsed on his bunk. “We only signed you up months ago.”

“Really, you shouldn’t have,” Obi-Wan says. “Really.”

“Oh, come now, little Obi,” Kabre pats him on the head. Obi-Wan is twenty-five and of a perfectly average height, but Kabre is close to three heads taller than him and of an indeterminable age. “Think of it as an opportunity to strengthen your connection to the living Force.”

“Through the Flimsi Friends program,” Obi-Wan deadpans, raising an eyebrow up at his peer.

“Getting letters from Susa is the highlight of my week,” Aldran tells the ceiling dreamily.

Obi-Wan shares a commiserating eyeroll with Kabre. “That’s because you’re in love with her.”

“Who wouldn’t be? She’s so sweet and kind and pretty and she has all these stories from her adventures in the ExploraCorps--”

“Alright, who got him talking about Susa?” Lathrum asks from the door, sighing in exasperation as he makes his way over to his own bunk. “It’ll be a standard day before he’s done.”

“Hey!” Aldran gasps, offended and already close to sulking. “Whatever. Fine. Everyone’s just jealous that Susa and I are in love because y’all are never going to find something nearly as good as we have.”

“Obi-Wan finally got a letter from the program,” Kabre announces to Lathrum. “We were just saying that he should at least try to be excited.”

“Yes, perhaps you’ll meet your own Susa,” Lathrum smirks, peeling off his dirt-covered tunic. His next words come out muffled. “Force help us if that happens.”

“No need to worry,” Obi-Wan says dryly, picking up the letter and studying it. “They appear to be a youngling.”

“A youngling wrote you?” Kabre asks, barely restrained glee in his deep baritone.

Aldran guffaws from his bunk. “Well now you have to write back!”

“Knowing your luck, it’s probably a youngling from the Jedi Temple,” Lathrum says. “Dear Obi-Wan, Today someone chose me to be their Padawan and I’m one step closer to being a Jedi Knight. How are your plants doing?”

“Yes, alright,” Obi-Wan shakes his head, smiling slightly. He had met Lathrum when he was fourteen and still bitterly disappointed about his new position at the AgriCorps, and Lathrum has never let him forget it even after all these years.

He sits down on his mattress and pulls out the letter. It’s short at least. The handwriting is atrocious but the spelling is worse.

Dear Obi-Wan,

Hi! My name is Anakin Skywalker. I am nine years old. How are you doing today? My master says I have to write this to practice my spelling. I think not everyone can learn Basic, but he says I have to and that all Jedi masters know how. I didn’t ever know there was all this stuff I have to do to be a Jedi. I’ve been here for weeks now and I still don’t have my lightsaber!

I think the temple is really weird. It’s so big and cold. I miss my friends back home. Me and Kitster would go crazy exploring this place but no one here wants to play with me. Master Jinn says not to worry and I’m not! The temple is just really big and I’m cold all the time and I miss my mom. Master Jinn found me on Tatooine and took me here to make me a Jedi which is great, but everyone here already knows each other and I don’t think they like me much. I know the Jedi Council doesn’t. They didn’t even want to train me but Master Jinn inzi--incis--said he would.

Do you want to be friends?

Would you explore the temple with me?

Write back soon please,

Anakin

“Well?” Kabre asks, when Obi-Wan finishes silently reading the letter.

Obi-Wan sighs and rubs a hand over the jagged penmanship. It’s all too obvious that this Anakin Skywalker is...painfully young, churlish and childish and achingly lonely.

Obi-Wan sighs again, harder, as he looks up at his bunkmates. “Where do we keep the blasted flimsi?”

---

Dear Anakin,

Thank you for your letter, it was very nice to read. My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, and I’m 25 years old. I hope you are settling in at the Temple better by the time this letter finds you. I have to admit I was very surprised to hear that you are nine years old and have been allowed to train to be a Jedi. That’s unheard of. I’m sure you’ll be an excellent Jedi. There must have been a reason your master chose you. The Force wills it and it will be.

It is understandable to miss your mother and your old home. When I became a member of the AgriCorps, I spent the first few months missing the Jedi temple on Coruscant a lot. It was the only home I ever had. But we make others as we go. The Temple is big and I suppose very cold compared to a desert planet--I looked up Tatooine here and there wasn’t much information, but I could never live somewhere with two suns! I’d be burned to a crisp in a matter of hours.

The upside to the Temple being big is that there are a lot of hiding spots and footholds for climbing. Try the pillars in the entrance hall. They connect to each other. My friends and I would run around on top of them for hours, although I think that was mostly because we were too scared to get down. You should ask Knight Eerin about it, or Knight Vos. They’re usually in the Mess Hall if not the Halls of Healing.

I’m sure Master Jinn has you busy with meditation and classes, but I look forward to hearing from you soon.

Best,

Obi-Wan Kenobi

---

Dear Obi-Wan,

I was really excited to get your letter! I didn’t know it would take so long but it’s been ages! So much stuff has happened. I finally finished my remedial classes and Master says we can focus more time of katas now! I can’t wait to learn how to fight! And Master Windu smiled at me the other day when he saw me in the hall because Master told him about my grades!

I asked Knight Eerin about you and she showed me some pictures she had on her datapad of you when you lived at the Temple. You look really pretty cool! I have blond hair and blue eyes if you were wondering. My mom always said she thought I was going to be really tall. What do you look like now? What do you do at the AgriCorps? Why did you leave the Temple? Knight Eerin says you need to give her a comm call soon. She didn’t sound very happy.

I made a friend! Knight Vos’ padawan was there when I talked to him about what you told me, and she came with me to go exploring! She’s so cool. She’s been helping me with my katas too.

Apparently I won’t get my lightsaber for years! That’s so long!

Anyway I have to go and do my reading now but please write back faster this time, Obi-Wan!

--Ani

----

Obi-Wan never reacts quite as happily and dramatically as Aldrin does when he sees a letter from Anakin on his bunk in the evenings, but over the years everyone learns not to disturb Obi-Wan on those nights.

The first letter Obi-Wan receives from Anakin after the boy turns eighteen includes his commlink frequency hastily crammed at the bottom of the page. If you want, Anakin has scribbled.

“Finally,” Obi-Wan jokes when the line connects and Anakin answers breathlessly. “No offense to you, dear one, and you have come quite a ways since you were a youngling, but your handwriting is still atrocious. I’d much rather talk to you like this than try to puzzle out what you’ve written.”

Anakin splutters and then stutters out in a voice slower and deeper than Obi-Wan had expected, “I didn’t know you had an accent, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan finds that he likes that voice saying his name in that way.

That’s the first sign of trouble.

----

Anakin sends a photo of his knighting ceremony. Obi-Wan wants to cry with pride. His friends tease him about it relentlessly. “You look like I did the day I married Susa,” Aldrin crows and takes a picture of Obi-Wan’s blushing, laughing face. Later, Obi-Wan reluctantly sends it to Anakin.

“I’m jealous of your friends,” Anakin confesses with an exhale of static. “They get to see you everyday.”

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan says, unable to say more. Unable to admit that he’s thought the same thing about Anakin’s master at the Temple. Unable to deny it though.

They move onto safer topics, ones that make Obi-Wan’s chest feel less tight.

----

“Jedi Knights are forbidden to have romantic attachments,” Kabre tells him apropos of nothing one late evening when they’re leaning against the railings of their cabin.

Obi-Wan doesn’t even try to pretend to not know what his friend is talking about. Anakin is twenty-three now. They call each other as often as possible, whenever they have enough free time. Thinking about Anakin, somewhere out in the galaxy, makes Obi-Wan feel dangerous things. Dangerous, insidious, illogical things.

“Yes,” he agrees.

“Everything you’ve ever told me about this boy makes me think he’s in love with you,” Kabre says. “And the way you tell it makes me think you’re in love with him too.”

“Kabre, I…”

“I’m not asking you to deny it to me, Obi-Wan. You don’t need to defend yourself. You know no one cares if you’ve gone and fallen in love with your flimsi friend. It happens. And Force knows there’s no way you could be more insufferable than Aldrin and Susa.”

“He’s a Jedi Knight, Kabre,” Obi-Wan looks away, off over the fields. “I know what that means.”

----

When Anakin is twenty-four, Obi-Wan walks into his room to see a letter on his pillow. He blinks in surprise. He hasn’t gotten a letter since they petered out in favor of comm calls with Anakin.

But he’d recognize that handwriting anywhere.

He sits down to read it.

Dear Obi-Wan,

I find myself growing weary of Knighthood. I love my Padawan, I love the missions, I love the fighting. But I love something else more. I have for almost as long as I can remember.

I’ve been looking through the old letters from you. I’ve kept them all. I know Jedi should not have material attachments, but I found that I could no more throw them away than give my lightsaber to a Sith. They make up our story.

You were the first friend I ever had at the Temple. I don’t quite think you realized that then, and you may not even realize it now. But you were. I would get a letter from you and feel warm for weeks afterwards.

Actually, everything I love about the Temple and the Jedi you gave to me. My friends now, indirectly. All the hiding spots. Moving meditation.

When I got my kyber crystal, I wanted to tell you before anyone else. When my Padawan braid was cut, I gave it to my master, but wished I had something I could give to you too.

That was the day I really admitted to myself that you already have all of me.

Obi-Wan, I’m in love with you. I love you more every time we talk. Disengaging the comms at the end of the night hurts like losing my hand all over again. I love you, I love you.

And I have been a coward about it for too many years. I was afraid that you would reject me, think me too rash and young and foolish. But I know what I want. You told me in one of your letters that you believed I lived off of a single-minded desire to achieve my goals and that I would let nothing stand in the way.

I do not plan on starting now, if you will have me that is. I dream of nothing more than to feel your hands on my face, to listen to the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

I will not disrespect the ways of the Jedi by loving you quietly, when I know you are my deepest, strongest attachment. One that I will not shake, even if I lived to be as old as Master Yoda himself.

If you find that you feel the same way, I will leave the Jedi Order tomorrow and meet you on Bandomeer. If you do not, then I understand and will never speak of this again. I am something of an expert after all these years of loving you silently from afar.

Yours sincerely, yours always, yours completely,

Anakin

Obi-Wan traces the words with a shaking hand. He doesn’t know he’s crying until a tear falls onto the flimsi. Oh, Anakin. Oh, his brave, foolish Anakin.

Will he really be so selfish as to allow Anakin to leave his Knighthood for him? His padawan, his home?

But the knowledge that Anakin loves him is a heady, addictive feeling. Obi-Wan has never truly gotten the things he wants. He loves his life now, of course. But he hadn’t wanted it.

And he loves Anakin.

He loves him terribly.

He reaches for a piece of flimsi and a pen.

----

Anakin will be the first to admit he’s been in a foul mood for a few standard weeks now. He’d sent that letter to Obi-Wan--Force, why had he sent that letter to Obi-Wan, obviously the man will never want to talk to him again now--and then immediately Ahsoka and him had been called in for a mission.

It had been awful and disgusting. Anakin is covered in mud from head to toe, and his padawan doesn’t look any better. And worst of all, he had had no time at all to comm Obi-Wan. No time at all to see how the man had taken his confession. It feels like he’s been holding his breath for days.

But he’s at the Temple now. He can clean himself off and call Obi-Wan incessantly until the man answers. Anakin can’t keep living like this.

“Letter for you, Master,” Ahsoka says as he enters their quarters. She’d been sent ahead while Anakin had finished docking the ship, and now she’s sitting at the table perfectly clean.

Anakin thinks his heart stops at these words and then it starts beating as fast as it ever has before. “Where?”

“I put it on your bed,” Ahsoka peers up at him with a furrowed brow. “Are you okay, Skyguy? You look a bit--”

But Anakin’s gone, already tearing into his room. There on the bedspread is a letter. Obi-Wan’s written him a letter.

Anakin has to try opening it three times before he finally gets his fingers to cooperate. It’s very short.

Dearest One, Obi-Wan has written.

I’ll meet you here tomorrow on Bandomeer. I will be waiting.

Forever yours,

Obi-Wan

Anakin smiles and feels like he could cry or sing or dance or scream from all the joy that’s welled up in his chest at this small handful of words Obi-Wan has given him. They’re everything and more.

Mindful of the mud on his person, he puts the letter gently on his bed and walks back out to the common area. Ahsoka is right where he left her.

“Okay, now you just look scary,” she says, pointing a fork at him. “Stop smiling like that.”

Anakin lets his grin die. He won’t relish this next part, but it’s for Obi-Wan. It’s so he can be with Obi-Wan. It's necessary. “Snips,” he says, sitting down opposite her. “We need to talk.”

[goineedsleep]

Hey y’all

I thing a wrote

I’m sleep deprived for this soooooo you better be thankful lol jk

Anyhow: AU WHERE PEOPLE TURN INTO HUMANS AFTER FALLING IN LOVE

I’m sorry

- [ ] A young porcupine trots around the forest

- [ ] He glances around a small clearing, jade eyes filled with suspicion. He bolts at the sight of a gardener snake

- [ ] He gathers berries and nuts in a small satchel he stole from some pesky humans, then makes his way over to a small burrow in the woods

- [ ] Other small animals make way for him in the streets. They all hate him, he knows, though he doesn’t really care

- [ ] He’s damn near made it home when a dog enters the burrow!!!

- [ ] Our porcupine friend hides in an abandoned woodpecker’s den, watching the dog calmly trot around and give those near him doggy kisses

- [ ] His eyes narrow, and his quills twitch. Not some slobbery little brat off to ruin my lunch!!!

- [ ] The dog walks in with the porcupine, and takes a nap on top of the snack bag

- [ ] Porcupine makes a hissing noise. Dog wakes up, still wagging his tail, as Porcupine points his nose under him. Dog moves upward, and Porcupine retrieves his snack bag

- [ ] Dog points at another oddly shaped satchel, and gestured for Porcupine to give it to him. He rolls his eyes, agitated as ever, and brings it over to the creature. He licks a solid balm and then numerous nasty injuries

- [ ] They both sleep at opposite sides of the burrow. Problem is, Dog likes cuddles, so Porcupine has to play trapeze artist the whole evening

- [ ] It wasn’t fun

- [ ] When the sun rose, Dog still wouldn’t move, though his wounds showed significant improvement… Porcupine figured that if he found some meat for the small hound, he’d find a better spot to hang at, so he went on a hunt for two different kinds of food

- [ ] He went to the humans colony, taking a slab of steak there. The butcher looked at him weirdly but shrugged and moved on

- [ ] Dog shot up in excitement, bouncing all over the small cavern. He ate like a vacuum, while Porcupine looked at his protruding ribs in dismay

- [ ] He went back to the human colony and grabbed a couple more steaks for Dog, who inhaled both of them just as quickly

- [ ] His eyes lowered, and a loud snore came after. Porcupine slept on the opposite side of the cave

- [ ] The next morning, he woke up to a wet tongue on his bristles followed by a small whine

- [ ] Porcupine got the spine out of his tongue, which surprised even him. He doesn’t care about this disruption to nature!!! He just wants him to go away

- [ ] Dog trots out of the cave, and stares at him. He won’t stop staring, so Porcupine rolls his eyes and follows him. Maybe then he’ll get out of his sight!

- [ ] Among curvy branches and whistling trees, Dog leaps and bounds. Porcupine follows him, right behind his haunches, and carries his satchel on his back

- [ ] Dog leaps down the branches of an oak, and trots into a large grotto

- [ ] A large rocky cliff with small waterfalls cascades into a lazy river. Grass covers the area, trees running alongside the rivers edge. Flowers run through the cliffside, and Porcupine feels a desperate urge to not reveal any emotion

- [ ] A few birds roll their eyes and fly off. They tweet to Dog, who moves his head to the side before showing Porcupine an unused hidey hole

- [ ] It’s spacey and without decoration, though Porcupine doesn’t mind. Before he knows what he’s doing, he does the same motion Dog did to bring him here. Dog goes down on his haunches, tail wagging like a helicopter, and Porcupine scoffs while doing the motion again

- [ ] Dog trots in, stars in his eyes as he curls up into a ball. Porcupine does the same in the opposite direction.

- [ ] One evening, Porcupine shudders and squeaks. Dog wakes up to his unusual condition, and falls asleep next to him.

- [ ] The next, Dog attempts to fish for glowy thingies in the lake. He bites one, yet it stops glowing once it’s left the water. He huffs and trots off to pull whatever other shenanigans he’s thought of.

- [ ] Porcupine gathers nuts and seeds for hours. He trots home, and he drops his satchel in shock.

- [ ] Dog managed to grab two tufts of wool: one for each of them!!!

- [ ] The bigger one smelled of herbs and spices, though the smaller one smelled of flowers

- [ ] Porcupine chatters his teeth for a moment. He closes mouth upon the realization: he’s happy.

- [ ] He lunges for his little cotton bed. As he begins to drift off, he feels soft fur against his face.

- [ ] Every day, Dog brings him something. Whether it be an acorn, some flowers, or a claw-made sketch, Porcupine has received it all from his roommate. He’s dedicated himself to the health and safety of Dog, and it hasn’t been fruitless.

- [ ] Dog no longer has visible ribs. He’s strong: an incredible example of a recovery. Porcupine likes to nuzzle into him: he knows he isn’t nearly dead of starvation anymore.

- [ ] They go out together for food. Dog receives all the cuddles in the world while Porcupine snatches their snacks for the week.

- [ ] Dog insists on cleaning Porcupine wherever there isn’t a prickly spot. The first few moons he wouldn’t dare suggest it, yet when Porcupine began sleeping on top of him he knew he had to attempt asking.

- [ ] Once Dog grew larger than their nest, Porcupine knew it was time to say goodbye. He knew Dog would be happier out there, wandering the forests and examining every last piece of branch. And yet… he felt empty, thinking of having such a large space to live in and no Dog to share it with.

- [ ] With each passing day, Porcupine felt emptier and emptier. He dragged himself along his usual paths of travel. Every night, he’d dream of his fluffy Dog, and wake up cold and lonely.

- [ ] Porcupine stared at a large starfall one evening, thinking of Dog. They all fall tonight… Alfyn. Please come back: I need you.

- [ ] I need you to bother me with your presence. I need your cheeriness, your annoying fluff… I need my favorite piece of ground to lay on. Alfyn… please come back, my wayward Dog.

- [ ] Porcupine started holing up in the lair. It’s the only place that reminds him of Alfyn, and Alfyn is the only person he’s grown to tolerate. Without Alfyn, he can’t escape groups of gossipy birds unscathed!

- [ ] For a week, he saw an odd human in his dreams. He had long dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, and an enigmatic smile. He begged him to meet with him in the middle of Iluvyuh Forest: there was something he needed to say, whether he could be understood or not.

- [ ] Porcupine was nearing the last of his food supplies: this was his last journey. Alfyn’s long gone now, so this is in his honor. …He loved the woods.

- [ ] Throughout winding pathways and plenty of leaves, Porcupine smelled hints of basil and cinnamon. Reminded of Alfyn, he dashed towards it

- [ ] He froze at the back of a tree, eye gaped wide in terror

- [ ] A red haired man chained Alfyn to a tree, and is barking orders at him!!!

- [ ] Porcupine damn near screamed in fury, though he held his tongue.

- [ ] He untied the chain, and watched as red-haired man tried to chase after a golden retriever at full speed

- [ ] A large shadow appeared behind him. He was scooped up by that same man.

“O course it’s you. …My dear childhood friend, betrayin’ me for some stupid mutt?”

Porcupine glared at him, biting his palm and snarling. Redhead cackles.

“Unlike most of ye goddamn fools, I was able to name myself. I don’t need to wait for some knight in shining armor to come and save me in my hour of need!”

Redhead-with-a-name got a murderous look in his eye. “…Unfortunately for you, little tea leave… there’s no way your knight can rescue you before you’re dead on this floor.”

A dagger with a blood ruby in the middle was aimed right at his throat. His wrist tightened… the weapon was pulled back.

Porcupine closed his eyes. At least Alfyn is safe. He’s running off with his friends, having a good time-

KACHING!!!

Porcupine entered a free fall. A blur of golden fur caught Named Redhead’s dagger, throwing it in the lake. He growled, teeth bared, and launched himself onto his leg. He yelped, blood rushing out of the tooth wound. Alfyn didn’t even give him anything to stop the bleeding! This is serious, for him.

While Alfyn fought Named Redhead, Porcupine thought of another with red quills. They were fast friends due to their unique colorings, and they stuck together for many moons. Porcupine thought himself so lucky to have a friend he cared for so deeply, yet when they walked together nearby a mountain, the first thing his friend did was gouge out his eye; the second, admire the blood on the eye like a mother would her young child; the last thing he did was throw him off a cliff. As Porcupine clinged desperately a couple feet under his friend’s view, he saw him grow to an astronomical size. …He’s human?!

He laughed. “I am Darius, blood’s mistress! I am the God of you pitiful little creatures.”

For a God, he sure didn’t have any commanding power at his disposal… Porcupine was dying either way! Porcupine held on as tight as possible, desperately clinging for survival. Darius stayed for half an hour. He admired the deep red fluid on the ground until Porcupine’s hands tremored.

Alfyn had the upper hand on Darius: when he deployed a bow and arrow, Porcupine snapped out of his thoughts. Alfyn moved in figure eights. Darius had trouble shooting Alfyn at first, though after figuring out the pattern, Porcupine gagged.

A thwack noise was followed by crunchy noises, blood and high-pitched screams.

“SQUEAKKKKKKK!!!” Porcupine yelled. Tears welled around his beady eyes… he dashed towards his favorite persons bleeding body.

Alfyn had a different look in his eyes. He touched his wet nose to Porcupine’s, and whined in a long high pitch. He licked Porcupine, whom embraced the action before retaliated with licks of his own.

Darius had an arrow drawn out between the two. Porcupine placed himself on top of Alfyn’s head, consequences be damned, and muttered three small, quiet squeaks he meant with all of his heart.

A flash of light broke Darius’s concentration, and porcupine turned to man. Long white hair covering his injured eye flowed around him, while his jade eye stared at him with sheer hatred and disgust. Tanned skin grasps the ground, straightening his posture.

Darius cackled. “Awww, look at the little baby man!!! You must’ve really liked having someone around to cry on.”

“Ah, shut up. Everyone needs to cry sometimes!!!” A pale man wearing an apothecaries jacket exclaimed. He did a little bit of stretching, a mischievous grin on his face. “Like you when we’re done with ya!!!!!!”

Darius froze. One acrobatic man with a sense of justice is bad, but that COMBINED with a man the size of a bear, also possessing a sense of justice???? Yeah, nah. He skidaddle skidoodled like his dick was now noodled.

Alfyn fell to the ground with a pained grunt, while his companion checked him for wounds. “Are you hurt?!”

“Naw, I’m fine.” Alfyn places a callloused hand on his cheek. “I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

He snorts. “What, with my stunning good looks? Thanks, comes from my family.”

“It’s so much more than that…”he held his hand. “You’ve always been.”

“Then why did it take you so long to visit?”

“..You don’t want to know how long I’ve been on this collar.”

Therion shook his fists. “I’m not gonna be satisfied until I see that man’s bleeding head rolling on his carpet.”

“Can I touch you? …like, to cuddle?”

He softened a bit. “Of course, Alfyn. I’d trust you with my corpse.”

“…”

“…Alfyn?”

“Uh, sorry! This is the first time someone’s given me a name like that, so I’ve gotta come up with a cool one.”

“Just shut up and take a nap with me.”

Alfyn’s nose touches his partner’s, before they slumbered off.

Alfyn wakes up to white hair up his nose. Arms squeeze tightly around his torso, and legs are curled around his waist. He smiles gently at the sight, and kisses the man’s forehead. He rubs his back, then Alfyn closes his eyes. He whispers gently. “…I love you. I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there for you sooner.”

Therion nuzzles closer into Alfyn’s chest.

He opens his green eye, warmth surrounding his skin. Alfyn’s pinned down by his odd sleeping position. He could feel his hair being combed through by warm, gentle fingers, while Alfyn whispers things only meant for him to hear. Therion smiles for the first time since losing an eye. “I wish we could’ve done stuff like this sooner.”

“I love you, Therion. You don’t have to respond if you don’t want to, I just… I needed to say that.” If his voice weren’t muffled by his hair, Therion would’ve kissed him on the spot.

“I love you too.”

Alfyn squeezed the scrawny man, and grinned from ear to ear. “…Ya really mean that?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Therion moved his head upwards, his eyes meeting with compassionate hazel. He moves his head closer to his until their noses interlace. They make out until the sun shines brightly across the forest.

Therion sits up to catch his breath, hair frazzled and lips red. “We should eat.”

All Alfyn can do is nod, his heart flying out of his chest.

- [ ] They search for things to eat, though they’re all too small for them now! Therion tries nomming on raw meat like Alfyn does, before he hears footsteps behind him.

“I wouldn’t advise you do that any longer, dear friends.”

Therion turns around. He stands in front of Alfyn, crossing his arms as he leans into him. “And why should you tell us what to do?”

“Apologies for my interruption. I am Cyrus Eisenberg, and I have been in a similar predicament to your own. I simply do not wish you to learn not to the same way my husband and I did.”

“How do I know we can trust you?”

“There is no way I can 100% assure you that I am a reliable individual. I simply wish to warn you that you must cook raw meat before you ingest it, lest you become sick.”

Therion glares, before Alfyn puts his head in the crook of Therion’s shoulder. “How’d you find out about that?”

Cyrus giggles. “Oh, my husband and I were eating raw fish at the pier when I became ill!!! I could not eat nor sleep for plenty of time, before I burnt a fish in my sleep. I ate it, thinking it’s the normal stuff, and it cured my ailments immediately! We are no longer meant to be the same creatures we once were.

If you wish to accompany me to our small settlement, I can tell you everything you need to know on the way.”

Alfyn looked at Therion, a pleading look in his eyes. He groaned. “If he turns out to be dangerous, I’ll tell you I was right in the afterlife.”

They follow him. Alfyn raises an eyebrow in curiosity. “How did he and I end up like this?”

“Our lands were cursed by Draefendi, goddess of nature, aeons ago. Humans wreaked havoc upon the natural world, and nearly tore the planet to shreds. As punishment, the Goddess cursed humans to appear as animals do. They keep their intelligence, though they lost their ability to communicate with each other.

Sealticge, however, gave humans one way out: to find love with one another despite these setbacks. Once two humans have fallen in love, the curse is broken on those 2 creatures.

Some fall in love with human creations so madly that they can transform. Things like human blood, money and fame can deactivate the curse. I’ve always wondered how humans haven’t intermixed with animals at this point-“

“CYRUS!” A man dashed towards him. Large, muscular arms curled around his lanky frame. “Gods, I was so worried! Are you alright? Did you get hurt?!”

Cyrus chuckled. “That’s nonsense, my love! You know as well as I do that I can handle myself out there. I met a couple of newly transformed fools, and I do believe they need some dire assistance. The tall one seems like he gets enough to eat, though the smaller one is all skin and bones.”

“Then I suppose we have no choice but to lend a hand. You’re not off the hook for running off to look for more bird species ALONE again, though! At least bring me along.” He stares softly at his partner, smile on his face, before turning towards Alfyn and Therion. “I am Olberic Eisenberg. I’ve spent many moons in this body, and I am considered the master of humaning in the village. Allow me to show you how you may eat and drink water. Any other questions are OK, except one.

I am NOT showing you how to make love with your partner. That is something you should figure out on your own terms.”

- [ ] Alfyn and Therion figure out how eating works, and they receive a small clay abode.

- [ ] A striped rug lay underneath a large oak desk. Small couches surround the desk, and a fireplace lay in the corner. A bed was situated in a separate room, decorated with plain sheets and comfy knit pillows. Alfyn and Therion looked among one another, mischievous grins on their faces

- [ ] They dyed the sheets a tie-dye between green and purple. They made the pottery a deep blue color, and the lanterns are styled after the same one Alfyn tried to light as a dog.

- [ ] They are happy, though one day Therion started talking less. He started leaving the house more often, and there were reports of a man wearing a green cloak stabbing people and leaving them to die. There were plenty more of dead animals. Each of them bore a tree marking, and once Cyrus saw one of them, his eyes dulled in terror.

“That’s… a human.” He clenched his fists. “You can tell by Draefendi’s mark… who would do this?! What sick monster is praying on them like this???”

Cyrus sobbed in his husband’s arms for the rest of that night.

- [ ] The killer began sending out calling cards. If a card was in your doorframe, you’d pray it was a roommate rather than you.

“Dear?” Therion asked. He put his arms around his shoulders; Alfyn moved his head upwards, and Therion planted a kiss on his lips. “You mind if I show you something real quick? It’s been a long time since we were there last, though I can’t wait for you to see it.”

“I’d love to!!! I’ve missed you so much.”

They went through winding forestry and blowing leaves. Alfyn loves it when the leaves turn red and blow all around: it reminds him of when he first met his angry little porcupine.

They stop at a large rocky cliff with small waterfalls cascades into a lazy river. Grass covers the area, trees running alongside the rivers edge. Flowers run through the cliffside, and Alfyn is grinning ear to ear. “Aw, shucks, Therion… ya were looking for this?!”

Therion looks behind him, his glance changing from gentle and kind to terrified. “Not exactly, though I’m lucky to have found it in the process. Darius, if you’d be so kind as to step out of the bushes, I’d dearly appreciate it. That sword you’ve got at my boyfriend’s back gives ya away far too easy.”

Cackling came from just where Therion said it would. The figure stood up, and the man who tried killing Alfyn once before stood there. He wore a green cloak and numerous small claw markings etched into his skin. The most glaring difference: Darius’s left eye was replaced by the markings of alligator teeth. “Good to see ya, mate. I’ve been busy while you were gone.”

“I’ve heard all about it.” Therion whipped two twin daggers out of the lower parts of a shawl Cyrus gave him the other day. “Killing people who haven’t even experienced what you have? Only to keep your own visage up for longer?!

…You’re just as cruel as I remember.”

Darius giggles in glee. “That’s a little rude now, ain’t it? Why don’t I show you just how easy it is to get what you want?! The person I’m stealing from won’t even have to say ‘yes!’”

“To be fair, you don’t even give them the option.”

That insane glare once again bores itself into Alfyn’s skull. “Ain’t that the best part?!”

Darius begins preparing the same sword strikes he’d used once before, and Alfyn ain’t a dumbass. He steps away from Darius’s murder sticks. Alfyn feels nothing but a cold fury in the pit of his chest as he moves backwards. “Cool off!” He yells. “Can’t ya leave a guy be?!”

Darius howls in pain. Icicles prick his back, arms, and ankles. Therion’s mouth is left wide open. “Alfyn… I love you.”

Therion rushes over to deal the final blow, yet Darius breaks free of his icy prison. He stabs forward as Therion hops over to the other side and slashes at his thigh. He grits his teeth, slants towards Therion, and brings both of his swords towards the nape of his neck. Therion’s twin daggers hold him off long enough for him to backflip away.

Darius wears a leering glare. “Haven’t you had enough of this? You’re trying so hard… and for what? Some pretty friend?!”

“I’m not letting you kill anyone else for your amusement. I’m not gonna let you. You’re threatening humankind, not to mention my future with Alfyn. I’m done playing your twisted games.” A bird whistle appeared in Therion’s left hand. He looks at Alfyn desperately. He nods: the cool, calm fury from before returned in spades.

“Did you hear me the last time, ya peeper sweeper?! I said COOL… OFF!!!!!” Instead of the misorganized spikes from last time, one large one lifted Darius high off the ground. “Ya don’t hurt Therion and get away with it… not on my watch.”

Therion holds a knife up to Darius’s neck. “Seems your tricks are done and over with. Reinforcements are on their way, and they’re a lot more stab happy than I am. Every last one of those people you stabbed are gonna stab you back.”

He grunts. “Y’know what turned me into this? Blood. Feeling your blood on my hands made me the person I am now. Are you faultless for this?!

I can’t stay as a person unless I kill, Therion! I have no choice!!!”

Therion makes a small scrape against Darius’s throat. “Then you should’ve just stayed by yourself.”

Cyrus and Olberic rush over. Cyrus melts the ice holding Darius captive before Therion gags, blinds and cuffs him. Cyrus furrows his brows. “So this is what’s caused so much pain and suffering.”

Therion nods. “He took my eye, and damn near killed me in the process.”

“I must applaud your thinking, Therion. You assumed that the killer would assault the two of you based on a prior encounter, and went to me to organize a plan so you two could travel together. Why, I’ve ought to show you how I can fend for myself in the forest sometime! It’s not any kind of physical work, though it is intellectually stimulating.”

“I wouldn’t mind that. I’ve been itching for some way to get my hands busy, anyhow. Alfyn, you mind?”

Alfyn shakes his head. “I was gonna ask you if I could start learning how to be an apothecary! A position opened up with an elderly man whose son is still out in the woods all by himself.”

“Maybe it’s the little mouse with the tree on his butt you won’t stop talking to?”

“He is Alberto and I will DIE for him.”

Therion chuckles. “Of course you will. …You mind if I ask you something, once the Doofus Parade leaves?”

“Not at all, darlin.” What is he thinking, Alfyn wonders? Could they go out for lunch, have a beer at the tavern?! Gods be damned, he needs to know!

Therion looked around carefully, before fishing a maple box out of his shawl. He kneels down, and starts speaking. “Alfyn, you have changed my life. You’ve taught me to have faith in the people around me, stop being so scared… and most importantly, what is my biggest priority.” He props one knee up, and opens the box. “Alfyn… I want to spend the rest of my days at your side. Will you marry me?”

Alfyn beams from ear to ear. Tears flowed down his face, his voice cracking. “What makes you think I’d say no?”

[wannabemobwife]

I miss her too

Pairings: Dad!Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Your and Tom’s daughter comes home having made something at school, for you. She desires to share it with you any way possible.

Warnings: sad, typos, mentions of death

Word Count: 1.3K

A/n: I’m back. Hoping to start part 2 to Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas. This a short blurb or possible one shot, whatever you call it. Still new to this. Wrote this spur the moment. Flashbacks are in bold.

Tom made it a priority to have dinner every night with his daughter, Poppy. It was a tradition that you reinforced. One that Tom liked to keep around even after. You would cook all these elaborate meals And Tom tries to live up to your cooking skills but would ultimately fail and seek the help of Sam.

Tom set the table and served Poppy as she sat at table, swinging her legs back and forth. There, sat the 5 year old girl, across from Tom. He watched her as she fiddled with her fork, just rearranging the veggies on her plate, not bothering to eat.

“So love, how was daycare?” Tom inquired curbing as he watched his daughter fiddle with her fork, just rearranging the veggies on her plate, not bothering to eat.

“We made cards for mumma’s day,” Poppy explained all giddy inside.

“Mother’s day?” Tom asked, his mind drifting elsewhere. He couldn’t believe it was already May and it was the first one without you.

“Yes, mine has pretty flowers on it. Wanna see it?” Poppy grew excited she practically jumped out of her chair.

“Sure baby doll, you can show me after dinner,” Tom murmured, still caught up on the fact that it was almost 5 months since.

“I’ll go get it!”

“Poppy wait, wash your hands first, please.” Tom called out but knew Poppy would carry on just like before. That girl marched to the beat of her own drum but Tom indulged in every beat. She is the spitting image of you.

“Here, look I wrote something.” She said holding the card up in front of him. It was adorned with glitter and stickers. Pink construction paper, pink flowers and pink doodles. Pink was Poppy’s favorite color, everything was pink from her shoes to her hair bows.

“C’mere lovie, show me,” Tom whispered, pulling her into her lap. “Darling this is so beautiful. What did you write?”

“It says, happy mumma’s day mumma. I love you soooooo much. I miss you too, so does dadda. We miss you.” She said with her faint lisp.

Tom listened to his daughter struggle to get the words out. Focusing on her breathing as she sounded out most words. He tried to only focus on that. Not letting his mind to stray to place he has been avoiding for a few months.

Next week marks the time stamp of living 5 months without you. Without your smile in the morning. Without your laugh that was so infectious at the time it would make your newborn giggle til she was burdened with a case of the hiccups. Without your love.

Life grew darker and sadder, but Tom didn’t give himself the chance to grieve. Too busy worrying about the life you both brought into the world. The girl that lite up his life was his only priority. Everything changed when his beautiful and amazing family of three became a two.

Tom now rarely took jobs outside of London, wanting to stay close for Poppy. He felt guilty always leaving her with his parents all the time. No one really knows how kids at the age process a loss but he hoped Poppy would remember all the amazing moments of you.

Ones that held a special place in his heart were right after the sun had risen. Poppy’s wake up calls.

She did the same thing since he can remember. Always busting through the door in the morning. Jumping on t bed then begging for food. It was good thing you were a morning person.

One time when you were weaker than you had ever been, she jumped right on top of you.

“Mumma! Dadda! Wake up!” You were jolted out of sleep from a shock that rang through your fragile frame. You gasped at the sudden body slammed on top of yours.

“Poppy Marie Holland! What did we talk about being careful with mommy? Honey are you okay?” Tom shouted quietly.

“I’m ok, Tom. I really am,” you said breathlessly.

“I’m sorry Mumma, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” Poppy whispered.

“It’s ok baby, c’mere. So what did you dream about my flower,” you said, pulling her into your lap as you peppered kisses all over her face. Giggles erupted as you pressed a finger to her nose.

“Well I dreamt of…” Poppy would trail off to these fantastical dreams. It amazes you how she could think such imaginative scenes.

Every morning was like that. Different topics of conversation but always began with a dose of Poppy bright and early.

Even after everything. It was a grad adjust for her. One minute you were there and next you weren’t.

Tom’s nightly routine shifted. Every night he would go to sleep dreaming of you. Dreaming of the life you were supposed to share. And every morning he would wake up with tears in his eyes as he felt the empty side of the bed.

Desperately trying to bring himself back to the place with you in it. It was a gut punch every morning, always coming to the realization that you were gone.

However, like clockwork he is reminded of the one shining star in his life as she bursts into his room and hops on the bed. Jumping up and down to get him to wake up.

“Dadda, wake up. Wake up!” Poppy shouted as she waddled up to the bed, trying to climb on. Her nightgown was a little too big, but she wore it because you had.

“Daddy’s awake lovie. Just one second.” Tom jolted, brushing the wetness from his eyes.

“Come on, I want pancakes,” Poppy pleaded.

“Pancakes huh? Mommy’s specialty with Mnm’s inside?” Tom reminisced at all the mornings of breakfast together as a full family.

“Ya, can momma make them?” Poppy asked, it was hard for her to understand the events that just occurred. Tom wasn’t very good at explaining it either. The most he could muster up, is mommy’s not here anymore.

Leaving out the word “dead” or “passed away” was denying the truth from him as well. It was all too new and he didn’t know how he could accept it just yet.

“Lovie, we have talked about this remember? Mommy is not here anymore.”

“When will she be back? I miss her.”

“Umm, darling mommy is never coming back, remember baby. I told you mommy had to leave but wasn’t her choice. Lovie, I miss her too everyday,” Tom said, holding back tears.

“Dadda?” Spoke Poppy as she noticed the wet streaks across Tom’s face. Trying to bring attention back to her.

“Yes, baby.” Tom said, coming out of his trance. Tears riddled his face as he thought of all the stuff that Poppy will miss out on. More specially what you will never get to experience with her.

“Why are you sad Dadda? Did I make you sad?” Poppy asked, trying to comfort Tom the best way she knows how.

“Oh no darling. Not at all.”

“Are you sad because you miss mumma?” Poppy mumbled, her eyes getting stuck to the ground.

Tom just nodded and pressing soft kisses to her forehead. He could only hold back so many tears.

“I miss her too. You never go to the place anymore where you talk to her. I want to talk to her like you do,” Poppy pleaded.

“Lovie what place?”

“The one with the statues. You never take me anymore. We only went twice with nana. But no more,” Poppy said as she started to cry along with him.

“The cemetery?” Tom asked.

She nodded, sniffing away the tears. “Mumma misses us like we miss her. I don’t want her to think we forgot about her. I made the card because. I want to give her my card. Can we go?”

“Yes baby, I’ll take you. I promise you, you’ll never forget her. I even have videos I can show you later with her in them,” Tom explained.

“Dadda I love you,” Poppy said wrapping her hand around his neck.

“I love you too, my flower.”

Masterlist

A/n: sorry the ending sucked, endings are hard

[koulakoukoula2003]

Hiii if you’re still talking asks for that WIP snippets ask game thingy, I saw that Broken Bones, Severed Heads features Underground crime lord Nathalie and that makes me so excited akskdk bc a) I read the fic you co-wrote, Red String of Fate and Nat was a badass in that and I love to see that elevated even higher, and b) my OC in the long aot fic I’m planning literally spends her entire childhood and early adulthood building a crime empire so… twinsies!! haha.

BRO YOU BETTER @/PM ME WHEN YOU POST THAT FIC OMG I'D LOVE TO READ ITTTTTT pls we need more badass OCs out there like I'M SO SICK OF THE DAMSEL IN DISTRESS TROPE who needs levi or erwin or some other hot man to save her like pls get your shit together and SAVE YOURSELF dkmfjhekw 😡😡😡

Also, TYSM FOR READING RSOF I enjoyed writing badass/depressed Nat soooooo much so I was like GOTTA WRITE MORE OF THIS EHEHEHEH

I'm tagging you, if you guys wanna have a look @shrekisshrimpthesimp @slavanimesimp 👀

so, lemme give you a snippet of Broken Bones, Severed Heads (I don't think that fic will have any romance in it lmao)

“She’s bad business,” Levi crossed his arms against his chest. He couldn’t believe Erwin was actually considering this. “I wouldn’t even think of working with her.”

“You never worked with her? In all your years in the Underground?” Hange asked confusedly. “But she owns the entire northern side of the district, there is no way you guys didn’t at least know each other,”

Levi was getting annoyed by this conversation. Apparently, some ambassadors in the government were trying to force another law that would further cut down the sponsorships for the Survey Corps and if that happened then it would be impossible to keep the Regiment going. Erwin was brought to a corner, and he was forced to use methods that he never thought he would. It was risky, but efficient.

Everybody knew about her. The donna of the Underground. The Queen of thugs. It was so strange to believe that a woman had thrived down there. A woman had created a business in the very place where all the brothels were located. In a place where women were nothing but meat. Objects to be used for profit. But no, she had a business down there. She owned so many brothels and businesses, from drug-trafficking to human trafficking. She had so many people working for her. So many soldiers. All so skilfully handling any kind of weapon they’d find in a fight. And their ODM gear was special. It was nothing like their own.

The rumours were, she had designed it herself.

“I never worked with her. I worked for her." Levi corrected Hange. "But I never stepped foot in the northern part. Nobody sane does,” Levi frowned.

“E- Excuse me, Captain, but… you almost sound scared of that woman,” Moblit said and Miche chuckled.

“Scared? He’s a step away from shitting his pants,” Miche teased only to receive a deadly glare from Levi.

“I’m not the one who should be scared. I could take her in a fight. But the rest of you? Tsk,”

“And that’s exactly why you’re coming with us,” Erwin stood up off his desk. “She has evidence to blackmail all three of our targets. She is the only one who can quietly convince them to never let that law pass,” He sighed heavily. “I’m sorry. She’s the only chance we got. There is nothing else that I can do. Nothing else will work,”

Levi sighed heavily. He didn’t like this.

[visforvengeance]

EZ Reyes // The Devil and I

S M U T

Requested by: no one :)

Notes: i’ve been missing my boys. i wanted to write for them but i had no idea what to write about.  soooooo here’s something for ez bc i love him sm

Warnings: reader is BLACK. in the song he says, “i’m strong, i’m beautiful, and black,” for some reason i thought this would be perfect ez. also reader is a stripper. cursing, smut (dry humping), some uh colorful language. lower case intended. i wrote this in like an hour. so like 18+ but like i was 17 once so. i like lazily proofread it?

Song

she placed her heel on the bench as she attached the thigh high stockings to the garter belt. she tightened the strap on her heels and checked herself out in the mirror. the loose curls in her hair fell past her shoulders, stopping at her waist. damn, did she look good. the stage manager came in to let her know that she was on in 10. she began preparing herself for the dance. 

she’d heard that the local motorcycle club was going to be in tonight. she’d never interacted with any of them, but she was very fond of a certain EZ Reyes. she saw him around sometimes and they were never able to keep their eyes off of each other. maybe tonight a bond will form between the two. 

the slow music of Charlie Wilson’s song began playing and the lights turned dark red. she came out and walked to the pole, her hips swaying from side to side. she looked at every man in the crowd as they stared back at her, hungry and wanting to just eat her up. her eyes connected with EZ’s as he watched her move against the pole. he was intrigued. he followed her every move, not wanting to miss a thing. 

he sat right in the front at the foot of the stage and their eyes never lost each other. she wasn’t dancing for anyone else but him, and his surroundings drowned out as she hypnotized him with the sway of her hips. and the curve of her breasts. and the way her brown skin looked so soft. he studied her like he’d study his math homework. he noticed every scar and imperfection on her. the mole in the center of her back, the tattoo on her hip. the way her eyes never left his and his never left hers. 

she danced in the never ending rain of money. EZ saw the way the men threw it at her and he quickly realized that she was everyone’s personal favorite. it made him angry and possessive. and she picked up on the way his jaw flexed as he looked around. so she turned her attention to the other Reyes man next to him. he smirked as he stroked his beard and leaned more into the chair. 

Angel was having a good time and this beautiful woman was giving him all of her attention. the night just got better and better. not for EZ, though. as much as he wanted her only for himself, he couldn’t think because she just looked too damn good and this song was really enhancing the vibe she was giving. 

when the song was over, she collected her dollars and blew a kiss to the crowd as they whooped and hollered. she was back in the dressing room, putting away her things when the manager came and said someone wanted a private lap dance. she knew who it was that wanted it. she was going to have him wrapped around her little finger, it excited her. 

she weaved through the men, flirting with them and taking even more of the cash they slid into her strings. when she entered the led lit room, he was there with his elbows on his knees, waiting. she made her way onto his lap and smiled. “hello, stranger.” he pulled his eyes from her tits and looked into her eyes. “hello, stranger,” he smirked. 

“we finally meet again. my name’s Edyn.” he nodded as he placed his hands on her hips. “is that your real name?” she started grinding her hips against his and her lips ghosting over the skin of his neck. “no, you’ll have to find that out later.” later? he was looking forward to it. she got up from his lap and swung herself around the pole. the attention he was giving her made her feel playful. she spoke up over the music, “tell me about yourself, sugar.” he started with his name, and then when he joined the MC. he struggled to string words together because of the way her ass moved and the way she teased him. 

when she thought he’d had enough of her fucking around, she stood in front of him. she looked like a god, the way the lights shadowed behind her and her hair hung around her face. “what do you want from me, baby?” he didn’t speak, so she gave him what she wanted. she straddled his lap and trailed her lips along her neck. she stopped in case that wasn’t what he wanted, but how his head was thrown back and the bulge in his pants that grew by the minute made her keep going. she ground herself against him once again, causing him to moan. 

she grabbed his chin, pulling him towards her. their lips connected and the feeling of euphoria speckled in their chests. she pulled away with his lips between her teeth. “is this what you wanted, EZ?” EZ wasn’t the kind of guy to be submissive to a woman, but she makes him speechless. he simply nodded. she gave him a sinister smile and began kissing him again. 

their hands felt like fire against the other’s skin. EZ kissed along her neck as he forced her hips to move against, creating a pleasant sensation for both of them. his hands found their way to her tits, giving them a squeeze. he squeezed and rubbed at her nipples as she moaned. 

she continued grinding, faster as their orgasms approached. she was dripping wet and ruining the underwear of her outfit. their arousals seeped through their clothing, making a mess. the worry of having to explain it to the boys wasn’t on EZ’s mind right now. what was on his mind was how fucking good this felt. they basically dry humped each other like virgin teenagers, but shit, it was heavenly. 

her thighs began to shake as her orgasm rushed through her, he followed suit and moaned as he came. their foreheads touching as they caught their breath. she got up to go grab a pen and paper, writing her number down for him. she handed it to him, saying something along the lines of ‘we should do this again, sometime.’ 

when they left the room, the MC had already gone. and the club was significantly less full than before. she walked him to the door where they said their goodbyes with a kiss. she smiled to herself as she walked back to the dressing room. that was the start of something good and she couldn’t wait.