#kiwi's got a pen

[calico-kiwi]

The Coffee Trials

Chapter 4: Quest Unlocked: BananaJam in the Target

Fandom: Maribat (Miraculous Ladybug x DC)

Tags: Tim Drake/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Original Character, fluff & Shenanigans, no plot & no update schedule

Work Summary: Both Tim Drake and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are incredibly successful and busy people. Two people who both view coffee as their lifeblood. When they find themselves needing each other to obtain ultimate coffee rights at their favorite cafe, two total strangers become allies. And friends. And perhaps eventually… something more.

Chapter Summary: Skye reveals the quest Tim and Marinette must complete in order to earn their first hint. Shenanigans ensue, as they always should.

Links: ao3 work, ao3 chapter, First Chapter, Previous Chapter

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“Your quest,” Skye begins, “is…”

“To film a video in the cereal aisle of a Target with one or both of you dancing in a banana suit wearing sunglasses.”

Tim and Marinette are left standing there, speechless.

“Tim, I’m never letting you spin the wheel again,” Marinette deadpans.

“How the fuck did you manage to come up with that idea!?” Tim asks Skye incredulously, ignoring Marinette’s comment.

Skye simply shrugs, answering, “My sleep paralysis demon is easier to deal with if I imagine he’s a funny silly goofy little guy doing funny silly goofy little things.”

“I guess?” Tim says. “Ok,” he continues, “where the fuck are we supposed to get a banana suit though?”

Marinette sheepishly raises her hand. “Um-” she starts. Thinking to herself, ‘Oh my kwami I can’t believe I’m about to admit this,’ she tells them, “I… actually already have a banana suit somewhere in my apartment.

This, at least, seems to be the first piece of information to visibly shock Skye, and Tim too holds a certain look of bewilderment.

‘Damn Adrien and his stupid Banana Noir costume that he managed to get shipped with the rest of my things when I moved to Gotham. I can’t believe that mangey cat’s prank actually paid off,’ Marinette thinks. ‘Damn you Agreste, but also thank you.’

“It’s… a long story,” she says, wincing. “But the face is covered. Would it still count?”

Skye, over their initial shock, smiles. “Hey, I’m not one to judge. I think the fact you have that lying around is hilarious, regardless of the reason. And yeah, even with the face covered, that’ll work. Add the sunglasses on top of the costume in that case. Just make sure you address the camera at some point in the video so I can hear your voice and confirm it’s one of you. You don’t both have to dance in banana suits, so if one of you chooses to be the person taking the video instead, just be in-frame for a portion of the video so I can confirm you’re there as well.”

Steeling herself for the embarrassment to come, she sighs out, “Alright then. I guess we’re doing this.”

Tim leans over to show her his phone, and looking down, Marinette can see the Target website pulled up. “There’s a Target a couple of blocks away from here that closes at 11:00. It’s only 9:30 right now so that gives us an hour and a half if you wanted to just get this done tonight.”

Marinette elects to ignore the chill that goes down her spine at having Tim speak so close to her ear.

“I don’t live too far from here, so I can grab the costume and sunglasses to meet you there at like 10:15ish?” she offers.

Nodding, Tim answers, “Perfect. I’ll text you the address. If you don’t mind, can I be the one to wear the banana suit? I, uh, would rather have my face covered. Honestly with my reputation I don’t think too many people would question it, but I’d rather not draw attention to myself at the moment.”

“Sure,” Marinette agrees. She’d done her fair share of research about Gotham before moving, so it hadn’t taken her long to realize Tim was pretty famous here in America. She wouldn’t bring it up because, quite frankly, she knows enough famous people at this point to not really care.

Turning back towards Skye, who is currently erasing the “Q#3” option from The Wheel of Punishments and writing “spin again” in its place, Marinette announces, “I’m gonna head out now Skye. We’ll probably be back to show you the video, “ she looks back over at Tim, “around elevenish?”

Tim gives a thumbs up, confirming, “Yeah, around 11:00.”

With that, Marinette says goodbye and heads back to her apartment. It’s not until she’s finally back home and staring at the closet with the banana suit that the full absurdity of the situation reaches her.

Tikki, who had been sitting idle in her purse, flies out. Giggling, she asks, “Having fun? You look a little shell shocked.”

Slowly running a hand down her face Marinette mumbles, “What even is my life…”

Floating higher to gently pat Marinette on the head, the kwami states, “It’s all a part of the universe trying to balance out the energy you emit. Having such prolonged contact with the Ladybug miraculous and being my holder has imbued you with my creation energy and good luck. So the world around you tends to be filled with chaos to balance out the luck you pour into whatever space you’re in.”

As Marinette sighs Tikki adds, laughing, “You also happen to be drawn to very chaotic people. Though I’m not sure if that’s a side effect or if it’s purely you.”

Thinking back to her earlier childhood and the mischief she, Nino, and Kim would get up to, she admits, defeated, “I think it’s just a me thing.”

Nudging her towards the closet Tikki urges, “Hurry up now, don’t want to keep Tim waiting.” There’s a knowing glint in the kwami’s eye as she says Tim’s name. Marinette thinks it’s best not to dwell on that particular detail.

Sifting through the things in the closet, Marinette finally finds the banana suit buried behind boxes of umbrellas which Adrien had also managed to ship to her apartment. 

Her relationship with Adrien has been a bit of a roller coaster. Eventually though, they realized both in and out of the suits, they preferred to stay just friends. After everything they’d been through, not even their identity reveal was enough to persuade either of them to pursue a romantic relationship with each other. Hell, even Alya and Nino admitted that they acted more like siblings than anything else.

The comfort from working as partners for so long, finally having revealed their identities, realizing they were already close friends out of the suit, and the fact any romance between them had effectively been thrown out the window had led to them confessing how they each came to fall for the other. And, consequently, un-fall for each other.

She almost smothered Adrien in pillows when he wouldn’t stop laughing at her for an umbrella being the cat -alyst for her past crush on him. He, even now, refused to let her live it down.

Smiling at the memories, Marinette pulls the banana suit out of the closet.

“And here it is in all its bright yellow glory,” she mused, looking over to Tikki.

Flying back towards her with sunglasses, Tikki laughs. “Ever think this would come in handy?”

Shaking her head and taking the sunglasses from Tikki, she replies, “Didn’t have the faintest clue. I swear though if Adrien finds out I actually needed this god awful costume for something I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Stuffing the sunglasses in her purse and folding up the suit as best she can, Marinette motions for her kwami to follow her. “Alright Tikki, let’s get going. I have a feeling this’ll be a long night.”

Twenty minutes later she finds herself in the mostly empty parking lot of her local Target. She’d sent a text to Tim letting him know she was there.

As she was absentmindedly drumming her fingers against the steering wheel, she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Taking it out and glancing at the screen, she realized Tim was calling her. Raising her eyebrow, she hit the accept button and held the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” she asks.

“Ok so,” Tim starts. The way he says the words has Marinette already feeling like face palming. “I’m here, but I realize we didn’t really think of the fact I still need to change into the banana suit. We could meet up at the cafe instead, have me change, and then we come back here, but that’s cutting it close to when Target closes… By any chance would your car have tinted windows?”

Tentatively, Marinette asks, “… You’re telling me your car doesn’t have tinted windows?” She made sure the disbelief was clear in her voice. Honestly, she’d thought one of Gotham’s well known elites would’ve taken more precautions.

“Well it does,” Tim says, and Marinette can already hear the unsaid ‘ but ’ in his sentence. “ But ! I didn’t really take my car here…”

Furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, Marinette questions, “How did you get here then?”

“Motorcycle,” was his simple answer.

“Ah,” was all she said in reply. “Lucky for you that the car I’m leasing has tinted windows, then. I’m basically five rows away from the front of the Target. There aren’t any other cars around me so you should be able to find me pretty easily.”

“Yeah I think I see you. Your car’s dark grey, right?” Tim asks.

As Marinette tells him, “Yep,” she sees someone with Tim’s same outfit, hair, and build walking towards her car. “I think I see you too,” she tells him.

As the person takes a few more steps towards the car, Marinette can see it’s Tim and rolls down her window. “You can change in the back while I stand outside. The suit’s already in the second row, and I can give you the glasses when we get inside Target,” she says in lieu of greeting.

“Y’know,” Tim says as he climbs into the back seat, “you’re weirdly trusting to let someone you’ve known for less than a month be left alone in your car. “Not that I would do anything,” he adds hastily.

As she steps out of the car, Marinette smiles at him and says, “I tend to trust my intuition when it comes to people and their intentions. Something tells me you won’t steal or vandalize my car.”

Closing the door she bites back the unsaid part of that statement, which was, ‘One of the side effects of being the Guardian lets me see if people have harmful intentions through their aura, and you’re in the clear.’

When Tim steps out of the car Marinette chokes back a laugh. The suit, which had fit a previously teenage Banana Noir, looked laughably small on Tim. Tim wasn’t necessarily a very tall man, but it was obvious that the roughly 180 centimeters of him was far too big for a children’s costume. The yellow tights and the long sleeve undershirt were all but abandoned, presumably too tight for Tim to fit into.

Marinette had guessed as much, which is why she’d made a quick alteration on the gloves using the little time she’d had. Somehow they looked even more ridiculous as fingerless gloves.

Instead of the yellow tights, Tim wore his faded jeans, and instead of the undershirt, the sleeves of his white t-shirt could be seen. The rest of his arms were exposed, but Marinette elected to ignore that. She wasn’t sure she had enough self control to not switch from laughing at his ridiculousness to drooling at his muscles.

“How bad is it?” comes Tim’s muffled voice through the banana suit.

Still trying with all her will to not die on the spot from laughter, Marinette wheezes out, “It’s perfect.” Still smiling ear to ear and biting on her tongue to stop herself from losing it, Marinette pulls out the sunglasses and places it over the banana’s soulless, all seeing eyes.

Stepping back, Marinette doubles over in her attempt to not collapse into a laughing fit. “Oh my Gods,” she breathes out in a small voice.

“Ok, well while you have fun losing your shit over this, let’s head for the Target so I can take this potassium monstrosity off as soon as possible.” Gently pulling her along by the wrist, Tim drags a (still hysterical) Marinette towards the entrance of the store.

By the time they’ve walked through the door, Marinette has gathered herself enough to walk normally (though she would giggle every few seconds before slapping a hand over her mouth.

As they make their way towards the cereal aisle, Marinette is suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. “Tim,” she whispers, coming to a sudden stop and yanking on his arm so he does the same. He slowly turns around to face her and Marinette forces herself to look at his Converse instead to stop from bursting out laughing at the ridiculous banana face.

“I know exactly what song you can dance to,” she says mysteriously. She quickly tugs him the rest of the way to the cereal aisle (dutifully ignoring the bewildered stares of the other shoppers and various employees they pass) before depositing him in the middle of the aisle.

“Can I borrow your phone to record? I need mine to play the music,” Marinette asks. Wordlessly, Tim hands over his phone, already opened to the camera app, and Marinette takes a few steps back.

“Ok, just stand there and be ready,” she instructs. “As soon as I play the song you’ll know exactly what to do, don’t worry.”

Once she gets a muffled and confused, “Sure?” from Tim, she holds the phone vertically, makes sure the front facing camera is on, and hits record.

Making a show of holding her own phone next to her mouth with her other hand and visibly fending off laughter, Marinette says clearly, “Hey Siri, play the macarena-”

When the first note hits, Marinette flips the camera so it’s recording Tim. The phone speaker rings out, “Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena-” and Marinette can be heard manically laughing in the background as banana Tim dances to the song.

“Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría y cosa buena-” Tim continues to dance and the camera is visibly shaking as Marinette breaks down in a fit of laughter.

“Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena-” Tim’s movements are unnecessarily exaggerated and Marinette can still be heard maniacally cackling as the camera tilts, presumably because Marinette is leaning against the shelving of the cereal aisle to stay upright.

As the final line of the chorus rings out, “Hey Macarena, ay-” Tim sassily places both hands on his hips and slowly rotates them in a circle, still using exaggerated movement. 

Just before the song finishes, a random shopper from behind Marinette can be heard shouting, “GO WHITE BOY GO!” which leads to Tim, with one hand still on his hip and the other pointing at the stranger, exclaiming, “Thank you random citizen!” in an attempt to copy the voice of Metro Man from Megamind.

The video ends with Marinette crying laughing, having fallen on her knees, sinking to the floor.

Tim shakes his head in exasperation (or at least Marinette thinks that’s what he’s doing, it’s hard to tell with the suit on). But seeing as how the head of the banana suit doesn’t turn, all that happens is the whole banana body shaking.

This, of course, does not help Marinette’s laugh attack, and Tim is forced to hoist her up and be used as a human (banana?) crutch for her to lean against as they exit the target.

Once they make it to the car, Marinette, who is thankfully no longer hysterical, unlocks her car so Tim can change in the back seat. Thankfully by the time he emerges, she’s calmed down enough to only be smiling.

“I want you to send me that video, because I honest to gods don’t think anything else has ever made me laugh so hard ever. It’s probably partially from the lack of caffeine but oh my gods .”

She’s so glad Tim doesn’t seem the slightest bit off put that he's just done something most people would find mortifyingly embarrassing, or that she’s laughing her ass off at him. 

“Sure. On the condition that whatever crazy quest Skye sends us on next has you be the main focus,” Tim bargains, giving a teasing smile.

Smirking, Marinette says, “Easiest deal of my life. Meet you back at the coffee shop? I got a feeling Skye’s gonna get even more of a kick out of this than me.

Still smiling at her, he says, “See you there.”

Marinette really hopes Tim turned away fast enough to not see the blush that crept up her face after he smiled at her like that. If he looked at her so softly again she wasn’t sure she’d be able to muster up enough denial to ignore the beginnings of the feelings she was starting to have.

When they got back to the cafe and showed Skye the video, the barista took even longer to stop laughing than Marinette. 

It got to a point where the two were genuinely scared for Skye’s health, because when he heard ‘go white boy go’ he collapsed on the counter rasping out things along the lines of ‘can’t breath’ and ‘oh my god I’m gonna die’.

Once Skye recovered, the smile stayed on their face the rest of the night. “I want you to send me that video,” she said. “Also, congratulations you’ve passed the quest! The first ingredient hint is espresso shots.”

Marinette saw Tim’s eye twitch out of the corner of her eye. “We did that to get the hint espresso shots as an ingredient for one of your most caffeinated drinks ?!”

Raising an eyebrow Skye shrugged. “Hey man, you spun the wheel, that’s your fault. The hints are in a predetermined order, so that’s the hint you would’ve gotten regardless of what you were saddled with in order to earn it.”

Tim sighed as Marinette reiterated her sentiment from earlier in the night, “Never letting you spin the wheel again.”

Stealing one of the uneaten cookies from a display case, Skye says, “You guys only have tomorrow to show me your weekly attempt before things are reset, by the way. Once Sunday hits it restart the week, and you’ll have access to earn another hint and another attempt at showing me what you guys’ve created.”

Looking over at Tim, Marinette suggests, “Well, I don’t know about you but I don’t think I have enough general knowledge on the making of drinks or of the ingredient list to throw together an attempt.”

“I don’t think I do either,” Tim adds, “How about we reconvene on Sunday to see whatever ludicrous thing Skye plans for us to do to get a hint.”

Smiling tiredly, Marinette nods. “Sounds good to me. I’m gonna head home.” She says goodbye to Skye and Tim, then heads to her apartment.

Flying out of her purse once Marinette’s inside, Tikki giggles. “Quite an adventure today,” the kwami muses. 

“It certainly was-” Interrupted by the chime of her phone, Marinette pulls it out of her pocket and looks at the screen. It’s a message from Tim, with the video of him dancing in Target attached. Marinette snorts, screenshotting a frame in the video to set as Tim’s contact photo.

She takes another screenshot of Tim’s updated contact and sends it to him. ‘Would u believe me if i told u ur the second person to need to use that banana suit’ she texts to him.

‘ur jokling’ he replies. ‘wish i was, that thing is, as you so eloquently put it, “a potassium monstrosity”’ she sends back.

‘Idk i think i pulled it off’ Tim sends. Marinette laughs before sending, ‘no clue how u managed to do that tbh. but hey if u ever wanna model smth hmu. if u can pull off a banana suit i can only imagine how well ur modeling career would be’

Marinette could almost hear the smirk in his next text. ‘Oh so ur imagining me now r u?’ Marinette rolls her eyes before responding, ‘Oh, so ur getting cocky now, r u? If ur in my dreams it’ll be as a dancing banana, don’t get ahead of yourself’

Tim’s message after that made Marinette’s heart melt a bit, though she’d never tell him that. ‘Well i hope u have sweet ones’ ‘dreams that is’

‘gn my dancing banana’ she sent, smiling down at her phone.

‘gn coffee thief’

Marinette collapsed and was unconscious the second her head hit the pillow. She chalked the fact that she fell asleep so easily up to the overexertion from laughing so much and the general craziness of the day.

It definitely had nothing to do with the ball of content that sat comfortably in her stomach, which was warming her heart. And that content certainly had nothing to do with the unfairly attractive dancing banana she’d somehow found herself stuck with.

AN: Forgive my many spelling mistakes, I have the horrible tendency to only write for this fic in the dead of night. i have this fic on ao3, but I realized I never posted it to tumblr as more than a link. if you wanna keep up with it, but dont wanna subscribe to it on ao3, just ask to be added to the taglist either through this post or an ask to my blog and I'll keep you updated!

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STEDDIE OMEGAVERSE LUNCHBOX FIC PART 2

He put the kettle on to boil, then set the ingredients out on the counter. Kiwis, left over chilli from last night, a wrap, quarter of a cabbage, cheese, the special trail mix he has to travel across town for, yogurt. Was that enough protein? Carbs?

The kettle finished boiling. He steeped his teabag in silence, eyes fixed beyond the kitchen window to that small patch on the lawn. He had taken a hand shovel to it yesterday, swung up and down and chopped up the kikuyu until a neat square had revealed itself to him. The back of his neck stung from sunburn when he'd lain down beside Tommy last night. Today he'd hack and slash a second square, then buy the seeds and sow them before Tommy could get up in arms about it'd look to the neighbours-colleagues-friends that they were growing their own vegetables. How it would look, common and subsistant, and that store bought was fine, better actually, since it came with a label and price tag. He should stick to store bought tomatoes.

Steve thought about the note in the lunch box. Tommy hadn't brought a note back since Steve had started making him lunch, when their parents decided on their courtship. Steve had once thought Tommy kept them, saved them in a memory box like the lovesick fool Steve thought they could both be. He'd felt sick watching Tommy crumple it up without reading from across the cafeteria, had left in a fuss and a hurry to stare at himself in the school bathroom mirror and drown himself in self loathing. He had been stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. And stupider still when he wrote the notes every morning since, unable to give up on the charade to himself or others. If he couldn't have that life then he'd fake it.

He drained the last of his tea, then rinsed the mug. He began to chop the cabbage. The note, safely tucked in his grandma's recipe book, heated the burn on the back of his neck. Tommy had given his lunch away. He'd done it before, no doubt, but for some reason the Alpha who'd gotten it this time returned the note. Had scented the note and returned it, and Tommy hadn't even noticed when he'd tossed the lunch box onto the breakfast bar when he'd returned last night. He layered the cabbage onto the centre of the wrap.

He began to grate the cheese. Steve wasn't mad at Tommy, for passing on his lunch or not noticing the other Alphas scent. Tommy had probably been passing off his lunch for years, Steve wasn't so naive to think Tommy cared about handmade lunches. And in a twisted way Steve was glad the note had traveled safely to his kitchen, had sat patiently till Tommy was in his office having a tumbler of whiskey before making itself known. Had told him someone ate his meal, and had enjoyed it. If the only acknowledgment he'd get was from a stranger, he'd take it. He layered the cheese over the cabbage, then the chilli over that. He folded the wrap closed, sliced it in half, then neatly packed the two halves in the first tin.

The kiwi needed peeling, and he slowly worked his knife round and round under the soft furry skin. Tommy complained about the hair on kiwis the same way he complained about the hair on Steve. Got stuck in his teeth, was offputting and disgusting and had no place covering up something - someone - so sweet and meant for his consumption. The kiwi was neatly sliced then stacked and tilted into the second tin. The trail mix went into a reusable cupcake shell, and the yogurt into a small Tupperware next to it.

Steve's notepad sat patiently on the counter, pen poised above it and tensed with thought. The alphas scent had been soft, likely from scent blockers, yet unmistakably peppery and dry. It reminded Steve of the dry grasses in fields beside his grandma's old farm house. In autumn, when hot dry winds beat the land dry in preparation for winter. Hed run out to the fields, uncaring for the cuts the sharp grass left, and huffed the scent up. It smelt different from anything in the suburbs, more alive than the rickety farmhouses thatch, but ancient in comparison to prickly autumn lawns. Beneath that dry grass sat a distinct peppery smell, like spices heated in warm oil. Pepper and... Lemon rind? Steve wanted to fetch the note out and sniff at it again, but reigned himself in. It was still early morning, he was still packing Tommy's lunch and he was still a doting hustband.

His notepad stared up at him, large and white and questioning his hesitation. He could write anything, Tommy wouldn't read it and there was no guarantee the other alphas would get it. Still, as pen went to paper and he carefully looped his letters, he hoped someone would read the note. Would acknowledge him and his effort, his love that went to strangers and came empty and uncaring home. Just for someone to read his note, to know that he existed, somewhere out there, and he made this lunch with his own to hands. He slipped the note into the tin, then clipped them together with a clack and set them aside for Tommy to grab on his way out. Time to make breakfast.

Sorry this took forever to get out lol, I was lazy and avoided writing. As someone who hasn't written creatively since highschool launching myself into a full multichapter fic was probably kinda a bad idea... But I always was more of a deep-end kinda person so I will persevere.

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[darkeralmond]

smut with nolan where he makes a move on the teams photographer?

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST ILY!! ❤️❤️

Strawberry Kiwi

Nolan Moyle x fem! Reader

synopsis: you’re the student photographer for the umich hockey team. while you step away to take a break and smoke your vape pen, nolan stops by and makes a move on you.

warnings: 18+, smut, smoking, oral sex (fem! receiving), nolan being a stereotypical hockey hoy, feminine pet names, dirty talk

word count: 1.9k

a/n: this was so much to write omg. i literally screamed, kicked my feet, and giggled while i wrote this. i am in love with him. IT ALSO MAKES SENSE FOR HIM TO BE A TOXIC HOCKEY BOY

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i. ii.

You sat on the bleachers in the Yost Ice Arena while flipping through the photos on your camera. It was recently media day and you had to make sure the boys’ pictures turned out good.

The photos ended up better than you expected them to. You felt yourself falling down a rabbit hole which you quickly pulled yourself out of. You hooked the camera up to the laptop and transferred the pictures.

You looked at the expected time for it to finish uploading. 2 hours. You let out a loud groan and shut your eyes. There was nothing for you to do in here for another 2 hours. The boys on the ice yelled obnoxiously and your hoodie didn’t protect you from the cold temperature of the ice arena.

You got up from your spot and made your way out of the ice rink. You were immediately hit with the warm air of the locker room. You grabbed your vape pen out of your hoodie pocket and took a puff. You sat down at the bench, the smoke escaping through your mouth and nose as you exhaled.

“You look comfy,” a voice spoke. Your eyes quickly opened as you flung your head in the direction where you heard the voice. It was Nolan. He leaned against the wall with a sly grin on his face. “What’s the flavor? I’m in dire need of some nic.”

You looked down at your pen and back up at him. “Uh… Strawberry kiwi.” You held out the pen to him as he approached you. He took it from your hand and sat down next to you, taking a hit.

He looked satisfied as he blew out the flavored air. “Thank you, missy.” He had a thick accent, making him sound like a stereotypical hockey boy. It was kinda hot.

“Aren't you supposed to be on the ice?” you asked while giggling.

He laughed as he passed the vape back to you. “Yeah, but I just said I wasn’t feeling well so I could leave early. I also wanted to talk to you.”

He took off his jersey and his skates as a puzzled expression etched your features. “To me?” You took a puff of your vape and smiled softly. “Why?”

He took the pen from your hands again as an alluring grin spread on his face. “Because you’re an absolute rocket, miss.” He then placed the pen between his lips.

Damn, you thought. He knows he’s hot too. Two can play at that game. “Well, you’re not too bad yourself, Moyle.” You took the pen out of his mouth and placed it in yours.

He glanced down at your lips as you blew on the pen and bit his bottom lip. “Oh, yeah?” He slightly raised his eyebrows. You tried your best not to fold, but it was hard when he was acting like this. “Why don’t we settle this in the bathroom?”

You got up from your spot on the bench and tucked the pen back in your hoodie pocket. “Way ahead of you,” you mewled as you walked to the one stall bathroom. You held the door open for him as he rushed after you, now holding it open for himself.

He shut the door and locked it. You watched as he approached you, his eyes scanning your body up and down. “You could use this as promo for the hockey team,” he said as he placed his hands on your hips. His hands were bulky and large as they rested on your body.

It was the way he was in his padding and a tight fitting shirt which drove you wild. “And why’s that?” You cocked your hair to the side.

A seductive smile formed on his face as he held eye contact with you. “Because we would make one hell of a film, miss.” You couldn’t help yourself, your face flushed bright red at his comment.

You could feel the arousal intoxicating you as you inched closer to his face. “What do you want to do to me, Nolan?” Your hands found their way on the back of his neck, your doe eyes maintaining eye contact with his soft brown eyes.

He licked his lips before leaning into your ear. “I want to make you scream my name,” he whispered. His warm breath brushed against your ear, causing goosebumps to form along your skin.

You didn’t know who could be out there waiting for you. What if one of the guys comes by needing to use the bathroom and hears you two? Hell, what if the coach heard you two? “I don’t want to get caught, so maybe not full blown sex,” you placed your hand on his chest.

You could see the hit of disappointment on his features when you said that. “Well, can I at least go down on you?” His hand ran up and down your thigh covered by the cloth of your black leggings. You nodded your head. “Verbal consent, hon.”

“Yes,” you said. “Yes, I want that.”

He smiled eagerly, his grip on your hips tightened as he lifted you off the ground. You giggled as he carried you to the sink counter, sitting you down. You wrapped your arms around his neck loosely as you stared into each other’s eyes.

It was a brink moment before the two of you kissed. Your eyes shut as your lips meshed together perfectly. His tongue slid over your lips before entering your mouth. His tongue swirled around yours, his cold hand slid underneath your sweatshirt and met contact with your bare skin.

The kiss was aggressive and heated, the loud sound of lips smacking filled the room. There was a string of saliva when he eventually pulled away for air. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. “You ready?”

You nodded your head, “Yeah.” You threw your shoes to the side as he lifted your hoodie slightly in order to gain access to your leggings. You shimmied in order to help him pull the leggings down. When they were completely off, he threw them next to you on the sink counter.

He parted your legs open and placed wet kisses on your inner thigh. You shuddered at the warm feeling of his lips, your ears flushing with heat. “Fuck,” you whispered under your breath.

He chuckled against your skin and pulled down your panties. “You’re wet already, princess,” he teased. He parted your folds with his fingers and flicked your nub with his tongue.

A shaky exhale escaped your mouth as you tilted your head back. “Fucking Christ,” you groaned. He continued licking your clit, tasting your wetness as you let out quiet moans.

Your fingers ran through his soft brunette hair. He took longer strokes, causing pleasure to course through your body. “Stick a finger in,” you pleaded. “Please?”

“Stay quiet,” he said as he pulled away. He then stuck his index finger inside your entrance. You let out a quiet gasp before biting your bottom lip.

His tongue circled around your clit slowly, creating an intense sensation on your sensitive bead. “Shit, Nolan,” you moaned.

You then heard a knock on the bathroom door. You jumped out of fear and shock before quickly looking over at the door. Nolan stopped as well, looking over in the direction of the door as well.

“Uh… Occupied!” you yelled out.

“Oh, it’s Seamus!” the male yelled out in response.

“Shit,” you muttered. When Nolan heard that it wasn’t the coach, it’s like a wave of relief washed over him. He didn’t care about getting caught anymore, so he went back to pleasuring you.

You fought back moans as Seamus yelled, “Hey, are you alright in there?”

You wanted Nolan to stop so you wouldn’t get caught, but you knew he wouldn’t stop until you came. “Uh… yeah! I just…” You took pauses, your eyes rolling to the back of your head out of pleasure. Your mind grew cloudy with lust, causing you to shout out the first excuse that came to it. “I’m just on my period!” Nolan’s finger curled inside of you, hitting your g-spot. “Fuck,” you moaned.

“Oh!” Seamus said, obviously not expecting that. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“There’s tampons… in my bag!” You ran your fingers through Nolan’s hair. You felt yourself growing closer to the peak of your orgasm.

“Okay!” he said. “I’ll be back!”

You heard his footsteps recede from the door as your orgasm hit you, the warmth beginning to pool in your stomach. “Fuck,” you groaned loudly. “Nolan, shit!” Your fingers dug into Nolan’s scalp in pure ecstasy.

He pulled his fingers out of you and pulled away from between your legs. You let go of him, breathing in heavily. He ran his dry fingers through his hair and stood up straight.

“Holy, fuck.” He was just as satisfied as you were by the whole experience. “You taste fucking amazing.” He leaned in close to your face. “Wanna go for another round?”

You placed your hand on his chest and shook your head. “Not here,” you answered. “You need to go, Seamus will be back any minute.”

He rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed. “Why did you have to have him come back?” You continued staring at him, ready for him to leave. “Fine. You have my number, text me if you ever wanna get athletic… or just take a hit of your strawberry kiwi nic.”

You smiled, placing a quick kiss on his lips. He rushed out of the bathroom and shut the door behind him. You hopped off the counter and put your clothes and shoes on. You looked up at yourself in the mirror and saw how flushed your cheeks were. Not to mention your bruised lips.

Hopefully Seamus wouldn’t question it or anything. Before you could attempt to fix yourself up, there was another knock on the door. You opened it up and saw Seamus holding a tampon.

You nodded your head, “Thanks.” You shut the door again and slid it in your pocket. You sat there for a little bit before unlocking the door and walked out of the bathroom.

Seamus sat on the bench, obviously waiting for you to get out. “Do you feel better now?” he asked, standing up.

“Yeah,” you said while nodding your head. “Thanks again.”

He smiled softly. He then furrowed his eyebrows and asked, “Hey, did you see Nolan on his way out?”

Your heart dropped to your stomach as you stared at him. “No… Why?”

He shrugged. “Nothing, it’s just his stuff was on the floor when I came in. Wanted to know if he accidentally left it on his way out.”

You swallowed hard and tried to ignore his tone. “He probably forgot it,” you forced a smile.

He nodded his head, “Yeah. I put it in my bag.”

“I can take it to him soon,” you said. Seamus agreed and handed the stuff to you. “Anyways, thanks for helping me out.” You turned to walk away quickly.

You couldn’t help but crack a smile knowing that you got away with hooking up with Nolan in the bathroom of the locker room.

When you got back to your spot on the bleachers, you grabbed your phone out of your bag.

Me

Hey

Got your stuff here

Nolan

Seems like u need to bring it over sweetheart

Maybe tonight?

Me

Ofc

Nolan

Bring that nic with you

And a condom

[arseniy-arsenicum33]

Alter-ego pack for Hermitcraft TCG just dropped!

Having models for all the Hermits opens possibilities to play dress up with them... Once again, huge thanks to Ink-Ghoul for their original minecraft models...

First of all, two Boss-battles, which are technically not in alter-ego packs... I've got very lucky with Hero Forge already having Pharaoh costume... With some modifications (Cub is wearing long sleeve crop top) I've got a pretty convincing season 7 Cub... I've debated in my head for the longest time, should I make a completely different cooler-looking DoomGuy armour for Evil X with spikes and skulls... OR, and hear me out, would it be more in character for Xisuma to make his dark and twisted edgelord persona by just putting angry eyebrows on the visior and bathe in red paint... You can see which interpretation won in my head...

As I stated in previous post, I was making WelsKnight with the full intent of making HelsKnight as well, not just a recolour, but a full seperate armour-set, kinda like this piece by Kiwi... He is more beat up and sharp, all bark no bite...

Jevin, but GREEN... from the time he was a goon of Evil X in season 8... My guy is glowing!

While working on this HotGuy pose, I discovered that both the TCG-card and one of HotGuy calendars are made using the same render... Pretty cool... PoultryMan, who is the man behind the Chicken mask?

Beetlejhost uses a new and exciting Hero Forge feature - transparent plastic! It's fantastic! Yeah, yeah, a pen instead of a flower...

Peace, Love & Plants (and soul-harvesting) for these two fellas...

For a PG-server, hermitcraft sure does have a lot of mafiosos... Who are also furries... Strange, how that happens...

Cubfan got two models... Our lucky winner... That's pretty much all of my backlog... Posting this right now, before the start of season 10... I am so ready to experience new season with a community! I've been watching from season 6, but because of language barrier, had no one to talk about it... Until now!

[post-office-by-the-bay]

⋆˚࿔ MEET THE COASTAL CREW 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

crew dinners are a must aboard the ss seaduction! (and yes, that really was the name of the ship! i got it from a friend of a friend, okay??) actually, crew brekkies and lunches, too! and, obvi, this is something i carry on to my post office, too! always feel free to pull up a chair and grab a plate. but, it's a bit helpful if you know the crew, right? a friendly face gets you pretty far, huh?

in no particular order, i present to you, my coastal crew, my beautiful besties, my poetic pen pals!

deckhand kiwi ࿐༉༉

bosun flora ࿐༉༉ (@static-symphony-fm)

first mate anya ࿐༉༉ (@puffoz)

stewardess stella ࿐༉༉ (@aezuria)

chef cynthia ࿐༉༉ (@gentlehue)

engineer elise ࿐༉༉ (@starrynightmovietheatre)

sailor isabella ࿐༉༉ (@ssparksflyy)

officer jellyfish ࿐༉༉

pilot emma ࿐༉༉ (@urbanflorals)

second deckhand amanda ࿐༉༉ (@amandamariee)

second mate giselle ࿐༉༉ (@pinkdiorluvr)

second bosun bow and arrow ࿐༉༉

second chef zuri ࿐༉༉ (@canonfeminine)

navigator shrimp anon ࿐༉༉

second stewardess aubrey ࿐༉༉ (@s1utlvr)

cabin girl sunni ࿐༉༉ (@sunnitheapollokid)

second officer emma ࿐༉༉ (@urbanflorals)

[sockiess]

dirtbag reader giving scott a stick n poke and he’s like ‘ur such a bad influence on me (lovingly)’

- 🥝

KIWI ANON 🫶🫶 SORRY THIS IS LATE 😞 IM SO SORRY

Tatted up

warnings: needles

“I’m so excited” Scott said as I cleaned his arm with an alcohol pad I got from the first aid kit. “It’s going to hurt” I said as I got everything ready. “I don’t care” Scott said smiling at me.

“A football right?” I asked him just to make sure. “Yes” He quickly answered. “Squeeze my hand if it hurts” I said as I started to press the make needle into his arm. “Does it hurt?” I asked him. “No just feels like a pinch” He answered focusing on my work.

Limp Bizkit played through the radio that I had in my room. I kept looking out the window to make sure none of the other girls would come in. As I was done I wiped away any excess ink and looked at my work. A little football on his wrist. “I’m so badass” Scott said flexing his wrist. I let out a little laugh as I cleaned everything up. “Make sure to tell me if it gets infected.” I said in a serious tone. “yes ma’am” Scott said kissing me quickly.

“What’s going to happen when they see it?” He asks me. By they he means the camp counselors here. “Tell them that it’s pen” I said sitting on his lap. “My badass pretty girl” Scott said quickly covering my faces in little kisses

“you gonna let me mark you next?” Scott asked watching me put the stuff under my mattress to make sure it wouldn’t be found. “Yes, when I have time to teach you” I responded sitting back on his lap. “That’s sick” he said playing with my hair. “I love you baby” He said. “I love you too Scott” I replied kissing him.

THIS JS SO SHORT IM SO SORRY🫶 IF YOU WANT ME TO ADD OR CHANGE ANYTHING PLEASS LET ME KNOW

[overthemoonx]

OC Art

Ok so I NEVER post artwork on Tumblr, but I’ve decided to do it for the first time and forever because I’m making a comic thingie with my friends and thought it would be cool to show my progress and stuff!!!

Yes Kiwi is my pen name 😙 I got more on my art insta @priceykiwi but my art style took a 180 so it’s completely different now 😭😭😭

[railleriee]

Genshin Men If They Had Playlists

Characters included: Childe, Zhongli, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Xiao, Venti.

Summary: Music that I think would be in these Genshin men's playlists! ( These are my opinions, it is completely okay if you disagree! )

Warnings: None

Childe: 

Definitely into more upbeat songs. Doesn’t listen often but when he does it is mostly when he’s traveling. His favorite is on his trips to and from Snezhnaya. 

Dear maria, count me in - All Time Low

“There's a story at the bottom of this bottle And I'm the pen” 

Check yes, Juliet - We The Kings 

“Don't ever look back. They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance”

Kilby girl - The Backseat Lovers 

“She's playing it cool but she's lying, better than I do”

Zhongli: 

Again, not one to listen to a lot of music. He wouldn’t really have a variety of music in his playlists. He’d rather stick to the same 20 songs he knows. 

Little Dark Age - MGMT 

“Just know that if you hide, it doesn't go away” 

Rhinestone Eyes - Gorillaz 

“Now that light is so I can take. This storm brings strange loyalties and skies” 

Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier  

“I knew that something would always rule me, I knew the scent was mine alone” 

Diluc: 

Definitely puts a playlist on while cleaning up after late night shifts at the tavern. Kaeya once convinces him to play during business hours. Venti made fun of his music taste so he never did it again. 

King For A Day - Pierce the Veil 

“You told me think about it, well I did. Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore. I'm tired of begging for the things that I want” 

Can You Feel My Heart - Bring me The Horizon 

“I'm scared to get close, and I hate being alone. I long for that feeling to not feel at all” 

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? - Tyler, The Creator 

“I can't stop you, I can't rock too, I've been back there and I can not die too. But I've got to know. Are we still friends? Can we be friends?” 

Kaeya: 

 Enjoy’s listening on an everyday basis. He definitely imagines himself in songs. He’ll listen to recommended songs but refuses to recommend any songs to you. He’s a gatekeeper. 

Ghosting - Mother Mother 

“I've been ghosting, I've been ghosting along. Ghost in the world, ghost with no home” 

What Do They Know? - Mindless Self Indulgence 

“On the fence, The consequence. What do they know about that?” 

Crucified - Army Of Lovers 

“I saw eternal light. Best of vocal fighters. Beyond human sight. Where thorns are a teaser”

Kazuha: 

Very wide variety of music. He’d listen to almost anything. Definitely has a smoking playlist that’s amazing. 

Don’t talk to strangers - TV Girl 

“You should've listened to your mother. Don't ever talk to strangers” 

Come as you are - Nirvana 

“As I want you to be. As a friend, as a friend. As an old enemy” 

Hotel California -  Eagles 

“Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door. I had to find the passage back to the place I was before” 

Xiao: 

Rarely ever listens to anything. If he is making a long journey he may decide to put a playlist on, barely gets through two songs before turning it off. He enjoys listening to others music interests. 

The Other Side of Paradise - Glass Animals 

“Bye bye baby blue. I wish you could see the wicked truth. Caught up in a rush, it's killing you” 

Creep - Radiohead 

“I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control” 

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen 

“Ooh, love, ooh, loverboy. What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy? Set my alarm, turn on my charm. That's because I'm a good old-fashioned loverboy” 

Itto: 

Very upbeat/fast pace songs. Mostly listen while working out/training. Him and the rest of the Arataki Gang have competitions of who has better music taste. 

Televised - HUNNY 

“I don't care to be or be caught without sweet misery by my side” 

Teenagers - My Chemical Romance 

“They could care less as long as someone'll bleed. So darken your clothes, or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me” 

Kiwi - Harry Styles 

“Hard candy drippin' on me 'til my feet are wet, and now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it. It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this” 

Venti: 

Most of his playlists consist of very sweet songs, with a few slower/sadder ones. Has music playing quietly in the backgrounds of picnics. Would listen to anything once but usually sticks to the songs he likes and knows. 

Hey Lover - Daughters of Eve 

“Hey, hey, hey, lover (hey-hey), You don't have to have a thing. For I'll be satisfied” 

This Side of Paradise - Coyote Theory 

“You seem so lonely (are you lonely?) I'll be the only dream you seek. So if you're lonely, no need to show me. If you're lonely, come be lonely with me” 

My Alcoholic friends - The Dresden Dolls 

“I'm trying hard, not to be ashamed, not to know the name of who is waking up beside me. Or the date, the season or the city”

[staywhelmed8801]

5 words

Brothers+Luci+gift+mothers day

Mother's day in the devildom- not related to anything, I just thought of it

Mammon gets Luci a pen (he stole it off of Luke)

Leviathan gets Luci a 'desk Pillow's for all nighters but it's Ruri-chan themed (Luci loves it)

Satan bites Lucifer in his sleep (got a photo for our og Bois too)

Asmo gets Lucifer a bath bomb (insert luci covered in a pink shimmer smelling strongly of strawberries and kiwis)

Beel makes luci breakfast( 12 times, he ate alot of it) he tried really hard not to eat it(failed)and left it at his door- like MC's bday in the og

Belphie uses his pillow to slap Luci awake, after "accidentally" knocking him out

[frogsandfries]

This has been weighing on me for

At least several days.

I had a dairy-heavy day recent-ish-ly, and then I noticed that I itched like I hadn't itched for months. My legs, especially the backs, where they'd been more enclosed, from the way I'd been sitting, itched like crazy and were covered in the worst hive/rash I've ever seen on my own skin. Like, normally, well, the new normal, is that my skin is dotted with little red hives. This time, the colors of my skin were reversed, and there were little spots and speckles of my base skin tone, but it was mostly flaming hive-red. Perhaps worse than my arms have ever looked since I got over covid and entered the post-covid phase.

I want to scream. I want to rage, but nothing I do will change this.

I still remember the zenith of my infection, feeling like my bronchioles had been iron-sealed and if I didn't fight for breath, to break up the shit in my chest, that was it.

We did everything we were told. We social distanced, we wore masks--properly. We kept our outings minimal.

And we both still. Fucking. Got. Covid.

And it has been wreaking fucking havoc on my body since and it's not fucking fair. I feel like I'm alone. No one else I know was impacted like this..... I'm mad as hell, but who even cares.... I could be dead. I could be Really Disabled (TM) by this......

Possibly the worst part is, all the resources say "months"....... I was struck with Covid in August of 2021......does that fucking sound like "months". This isn't fucking going away.

And I had no say over it. So much for the land of the fucking free. What fucking bullshit.

Well, I better talk to my doctor about getting an epi pen. After the other day with that allergic reaction to fucking seasoned chicken, and then this stupid fucking dairy rash. I'm not going to give up eating ice cream because it makes me itch like I've never experienced before. I already had to give up cow's milk on my cereal and fucking yogurt and cheese for the most part. What else am I going to have to fucking give up eating? Chicken?? Beef?? RiCe?!?!?

I will NOT.

Anyway, I'm just so fucking frustrated and upset and mad right now. It's been eating at me a bit. I can't talk to my dad because that person was rightfully relieved from my life...... I don't have any parents, I don't have any parental role models in my life...... I just feel like no one who's left would..........get it.....like I said, I don't know anyone else who's been impacted like this. It's not fucking fair.... Wasn't a kiwi allergy bad enough? Covid had to try to take away food that I shouldn't be eating just because I don't digest it very well, but literally cannot live without it as a part of my life? Why couldn't covid have taken foods I don't really eat anyway, like......I dunno, fucking marshmallows or hotdogs....

[calico-kiwi]

The Coffee Trials

Chapter 1: a sleep deprived coffee addict walks into a cafe

Fandom: Maribat (Miraculous Ladybug x DC)

Tags: Tim Drake/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Original Character, fluff & Shenanigans, no plot & no update schedule

Work Summary: Both Tim Drake and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are incredibly successful and busy people. Two people who both view coffee as their lifeblood. When they find themselves needing each other to obtain ultimate coffee rights at their favorite cafe, two total strangers become allies. And friends. And perhaps eventually… something more.

Chapter Summary: Tim walks into his favorite cafe to find things are not as they should be.

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Tim loved this smell. He worshiped it. It was so ingrained into his soul that he could describe it as no way other than divine. Well, perhaps he could describe it as heavenly. Sweet ambrosia. Nectar of the gods. 

Yet above all, it was simply... lovely.

It was the smell of a reliable constant. It smelled like home. Not because home smelled like it but because the smell elicited that feeling of home.

As he approached his favorite café, his body began to ease. Not only was the café itself his favorite, but it had his favorite drink. And truth be told, his favorite coffee dealer, and dare he say personal barista. (And yes, it was quite a dare to say such a thing, because if Tim ever outright called them his personal barista, they’d cut him off.)

The bell above the door softly chimed as he entered. He was instantly treated by the smell of coffee and the warm welcoming energy of the café. 

He dragged his eyes over the faded and chipped walls painted in a warm cappuccino brown. He didn’t need to look at the black chalkboard menu hung on the wall behind the registers. He could say his order in his sleep.

His eyes wandered to the various seating areas and tables within the café. It was a hodgepodge of all colors, styles, and decorum. Almost like a lost and found. Though all were in good condition and seemed to just fit . 

He briefly took note of a new face. She was sitting on the old leather couch in the corner to the right of the registers.

Continuing to walk towards the register, he felt himself smirk. Looking very bored, holding their head in one hand and aimlessly drumming their fingers against the counter with their other, was the man of the (the being Tim’s) hour.

Tim’s very own coffee dealer and personal barista. 

The glitter of the barista’s night sky-themed ballerina nails sparkled as she tapped them against the counter, and they didn’t seem to notice Tim until he was almost at the register.

When she did notice, however, her bored expression turned almost sinister with the way she smiled and the way her eyes twinkled. They straightened their posture and moved to be more centered behind the register.

Something about their “cat who’s caught the canary” expression and current mischievous demeanor planted a seed of dread in Tim’s stomach.

“Why hello and welcome to ‘Carrie’s’ valued customer. May I take your order?” they said. They twirled a strand of the dyed white hair that was loose from their high ponytail around their finger. It was a faux attempt to look innocent and they both knew it. 

Tim narrowed his eyes and replied, “Same as always Skye.”

Skye’s shit-eating grin grew wider, and her hand dropped so she could place them both on the counter and coyly lean forward.

“Sorry,” they apologized, though it held no hint of remorse. “Just to be clear, what drink would be the one ‘ same as always ’?”

Tim was silent for a moment. ‘Oh something’s definitely off here,’ Tim thought to himself.

“The one only you know how to make, and that I order every night, and have been ordering every night for almost two years.”

“Yes, but what is the drink called? So I know I have the right one,” Skye said cheerily.

Tim didn’t have enough drugs (caffeine, he’s talking about caffeine) in his system for this. “It’s not actually on the menu, which you would know because it’s a-“ Tim makes air quotes as he continues. “Skye SpecialTM”

“We always refer to it as ‘The Motherload’ though. Which is cringe as fuck and we should change it, by the way.” Tim looks at Skye expectantly.

And Skye stares back at Tim as if they’ve won.

“Well,” Skye starts, “what exactly is in this drink? To jog my memory,” she says, absently waving one of his hands in the air.

Tim sighs, and all but bangs his head against the counter. He instead settles for burying his head in his palms. “You are so fucking lucky I refuse to piss you off in fear of you revoking coffee privileges.”

Skye laughed. “Damn right! Don’t ever call my Skye SpecialsTM cringe ever again you fucking oaf.”

Continuing, Tim adds, “Also how the fuck am I supposed to know what you put in your goddamn magic energy potion? I don’t even know how you can make the shit you do and not have any illegal ingredients.”

Skye raises an eyebrow. “Bold of you to assume what I make doesn’t have illegal ingredients.”

“ Skye .” Tim says incredulously, his frazzled and strained voice matching the slight look of panic in his sky-blue eyes.

“Hey don’t worry dude, I swear I’m not running some Breaking Bad type operation. Besides, we live in Gotham, this is one of the worst possible places to get into drugs. No shot I’m chancing anything.”

Tim just sighs before once again asking for his beloved drink. He really doesn’t have the mental capacity to deal with this.

“Skye, darling, one of my favorite and most gender people ever, I fucking BEG of you, serve me the fucking drink. The one that tastes like heaven and grants me godly energy.”

Skye gives a devilish grin. “Oh!” they exclaim. “ That drink! Well, why didn’t you say so.”

Tim actually bangs his forehead against the counter, and Skye laughs at her friend's misery.

“ ~Skyyyeee~ ” comes Tim’s grumble, muffled by the cold countertop he’s still smushing his face against.

Skye giggles, and ruffles her friend’s wavy black hair. “Gosh, you’re so dramatic. And stand up, you’re gonna get drool on the counter or something. Can’t make drinks if I'm stuck cleaning up, now can I?” they ask with a raised eyebrow

With that, Tim lifts his head off the counter, but immediately follows the action by propping his elbows on it and clasping his hands together.

“ Please just make the damn drink,” Tim begs.

Skye shrugs. “Sorry sweetie, we’re out.”

“ WHAT?! ”

Tim’s mind breaks a bit, and Skye holds back the snort that almost comes out at the sight of Tim’s eye twitching.

“Skye,-“ Tim begins, sounding like he’s bargaining for his life back, which in Tim’s eyes, he is. 

“How in the actual fuck is that possible? How can you be out ? You only allow one Skye SpecialTM per shift. And even if , and that’s a big if, another customer ordered one, who else other than the two of us would you possibly be ok giving that much caffeine to?”

Skye, who had stood calmly and patiently listening to Tim’s spiel, which she always finds quite endearing (the crazed and deranged look in his eyes added a nice touch) just smiles. 

There’s no malice in it this time. But Tim’s known Skye long enough and well enough to see the brewings of a chaotic plan spread plainly across their face.

“You see my little lovely bean addict, I have found a new regular. Not only that but she’s already passed The Coffee Trials.”

At the last piece of news, Tim’s eyes widened.

“She completed The Trials,” Skye continues, voice dropping to a whisper, “In 10 days.”

Tim’s jaw drops. “How long has she been coming to the cafe?” he whispers back urgently.

“Well,” Skye begins, “she stopped by once around two months ago. Came back around a week later, and her visits became more frequent until she started coming every other day. She just passed The Coffee Trials five days ago, so she passed ‘em last Saturday.”

Narrowing his eyes Tim asks, “If she’s a regular, when does she stop by? You only work from eight to one, and I don’t get here much later than you do. I mean kudos to her if she gets here after I leave but…”

Hopping onto the counter so her legs dangle over the side and she’s sitting facing Tim, Skye nods sagely.

“The first time she came here, and I remember this interaction vividly cause it was so wonderfully chaotic, she burst into the cafe panting with only 15 minutes before my shift ended.

This, of course, did not phase me, and I asked her what she’d like to order as if a beautiful french woman running into this establishment at 12:45 a.m. entirely out of breath with a tiredness so obviously bones deep and soul-crushing that I offered her a free pastry was normal.

She apologized for basically barreling through the doors before sheepishly explaining this was the closest place open that served coffee and wasn’t someplace like Mcdonald's. 

She knew we closed at one, which is why she was in such a hurry. She then apologized to me a second time for bothering me so close to when we closed.

I would have been annoyed, but I was too amused and charmed to find it in me. So I told her no worries, made her order, and gave her a free croissant with her coffee. 

She told me it was some of the best coffee she’s ever had, thanked me, apologized a third and final time for the night, offered to help clean and close up, which I refused, and then left.

She must have found herself in a similar situation to the first night she visited where she desperately needed coffee because around a week later, she stopped by around 12:30ish.

She asked for something else, I gave the poor tired sweetie a free toasted bagel with strawberry cream cheese, and she once again complimented the coffee, thanked me, and left.

This continued for a bit until she just came by pretty often, each time around midnight, and we hung out a bit. She ordered something new every time, which I liked. You know how I love to experiment.

I told her that I was a bit of a hobby mixologist and thought mixology was cool, and that because I can’t drink yet I instead have honed my mixology skills in the art of coffees and teas. She then asked what some of the craziest concoctions I’ve made have been.

At this point, I’ve known her for around two months, and I’ve been seeing her super often. I know enough about her to feel comfortable around her, and so I trust her with the sacred information  that is The Coffee Trials and Skye SpecialsTM.

She is, predictably, thoroughly intrigued. And also concerned. Because you know as well as I do that it is definitely not a legal amount of caffeine that I put in those drinks. Like I could not serve those to customers. Make for the homies? Hell yeah. To sell? I am breaking the law and can be sued. I do not have the money to be sued, man.

Anyways, she asks if she can partake in The Coffee Trials, and I oblige. It’s mostly to humor her and let me tell you, I did not expect her to succeed so fast. She beat it as fast as you did. Which is to say, the fastest I will allow anyone to beat it.

I’m not trying to overdose people here man. In case you don’t remember, during the coffee trials there is a rest period between stages, and the attemptee is cut off three days before, during the trial, besides the drink you’d need to ingest to pass each stage, and three days after.

She does the trial no problem. Like, scarily without any problems. She now has access to the Skye SpecialsTM. Oh, and, she’s drinking The Motherload right now.”

Tim would’ve spat out his drink if someone else hadn’t beat him to ordering it. “She was already here ?!”

Skye hums while they swing their legs back and forth. “Actually, as if it isn’t already information overload, she’s still here. The little missy is sitting right over there,” they say, jutting out their chin in the direction of the ‘new customer’ Tim had seen sitting in the corner on the sofa when he walked in.

“You should go talk to her. Go say hi to the pretty lady. Try your best to not screw it up and all that. I think you two would get along swell,” Skye encourages with a smile.

Tim tries his best to not stare at the stranger (who has become much less of a stranger to him in the past few minutes) quietly sipping her coffee (which should be his coffee) and typing something out on her laptop and then switching to a sketchbook that she furiously sketches in before repeating the cycle.

“What do I even say,” Tim asks exasperated. “Besides, how do I fix the fact I no longer have my preferred amount of caffeine or favorite drink.”

Skye raises an eyebrow before scoffing. “Ok, mister antisocial-” They’re interrupted by a muttered ‘says fucking you of all people’ from Tim. “FAIR BUT UNCALLED FOR. Anyways, I was going to say that I have a proposition.”

Trying his best to hold in yet another sigh, Tim continues. “ But ? There’s always a catch with you, you chaos gremlin.”

“Says fucking you of all people. You’re the most chaotic chaos gremlin I know. And the catch is that I’ll only tell the two of you, yes the two of you, if you’re the one to bring her over here so I can explain.”

Tim scowls, and starts grumbling while walking over to  ̶h̶i̶s̶ ̶c̶o̶m̶p̶e̶t̶i̶t̶i̶o̶n̶  the stranger before Skye grabs his shirt collar and yanks him back towards her, whisper-yelling a rushed ‘wait!’.

“Do you want a drink first? You can still order from our normal menu, you know.”

“I feel like whatever shenanigans you’ve got in store for us is going to make me want to bash my head into the wall, so maybe just some nice hot tea. That has the caffeine of course. Some earl grey how I like it?”

Skye salutes before swinging their legs back over the counter, hopping down with a, “You got it boss!”

They press a few buttons on the order screen before announcing, “That’ll be $4.96 oh valued customer who we treasure very dearly.”

Tim rolls his eyes but hands Skye a five-dollar bill, telling her, “Don’t worry about the four cents,” and stuffs another ten in the tip jar that’s sitting in front of the register.

Skye’s eyes soften, and Tim hears a whispered “Thanks,” before they put the bill in the register and head off to make Tim’s tea.

Tim looks back over at the woman on the sofa. She’s still lost in her own world. Her hair reaches a quarter down her back and is the most dazzling shade of black he’s ever seen. It’s almost as if it glows a faint blue. It’s a little hard to tell from the way she’s sitting, but Tim guesses she’s a few inches over five feet. She has a small but impressively lean build, and no he is not staring at her biceps.

It’s not until he feels something hit his face that he looks away from the stranger and focuses his gaze on the balled-up napkin that had been thrown at him and then fallen to the floor.

“Your drink good sir,” Skye says. She holds out a to-go cup with the label of a tea bag dangling out of the cup but held in place by the lid.

For what feels like the millionth time tonight Tim sighs. He grabs his drink, mutters a quick thanks, and walks toward the mystery girl. He hears a whispered ‘Knock ‘em dead tiger!’ followed by snickering from Skye but just ignores it.

It’s not until he’s standing in front of the stranger, her beautiful bluebell eyes staring up at him, that his brain finally processes what he’s doing. ‘I can’t believe this,’ Tim thinks to himself.

Running on enough caffeine to give doctors a likely cause of death if he were to keel over right then and there, and with less than 5 hours of sleep in the past several days, Tim figures he has nothing to lose.

So after a few seconds of awkward silence where the woman in front of him seems very confused and concerned, Tim spoke. “Um, hey, sorry to disturb you but there’s something I kind of need to talk to you about. Mind if I sit?”

> Next Chapter

AN: Forgive my many spelling mistakes, I have the horrible tendency to only write for this fic in the dead of night. i have this fic on ao3, but I realized I never posted it to tumblr as more than a link. if you wanna keep up with it, but dont wanna subscribe to it on ao3, just ask to be added to the taglist either through this post or an ask to my blog and I'll keep you updated!

[wild-penguin]

I was tagged by @addictt-with-a-pen thank you!!!

Star sign: Aries ♈️

Last thing you listened to: Alone in the Mountains by Goth Babe

What are you wearing: sweatpants and sportsbra lmao

How tall are you: 5'6

Piercings: in the ears and nose

Tattoos: nope, maybe in the future

Glasses: no, got laser vision

Last drink: coffee ☕️

Last thing you ate: bruschetta 🍅 🍞

Pets: proud aunt and petsitter of Kiwi 🐈 and Bo 🐕

Do you have a crush on anyone: hmm not really, a little intrigued by someone at some point few weeks ago but don't think I'll see him again

Fave fictional characters: I 100% agree with @addictt-with-a-pen on Sam Gamgee (the true lotr hero) hm there's so many, Glenn from The Walking Dead, Arya from Game of Thrones, Dwight from The Office, April from Parks & Rec, also so big shout out to Belethor and Serana from Skyrim

A movie you think everyone should watch: Captain Fantastic also I just saw Banshees of Inisherin and loved it sm

A book you think everyone should read: hm 🤔 not sure

I tag anyone who wants to do this!

[wei--wuxian]

So not so much of a “I wish you’d write” but if it were to tickle ur fancy- mxy/xy modern AU 👀 similar to ur teen wangxian fic but maybe a little older 🤔 brat4brat vibes.

oh HELLO BRAINWORMS

Mo Xuanyu's first week at Lanling High is, in a word, boring.

He's been placed in one of the upper-middle sets for most subjects, full of sensible kids who do the set work and not much else and stop talking the first time they're told off for it. And it's not like he's disruptive -- he'd rather die than draw attention to himself right now, actually -- but it's hilarious to watch another kid rile up the teacher to screaming-shouting-breaking point or shred a worksheet into tiny confetti-pieces on the floor or flick shards of broken ruler across the room into other students' hair --

The point is, the first week is boring.

On the first day of the second week, the whisper at the start of first period is did you hear Xue Yang's back?

Didn't he get kicked out?

No, they sent him to that other school on one of those placements --

I heard he got kicked out of there and that's why he's back --

I saw him in the exclusion room this morning --

Do you think he'll be in lessons?

"Quiet," says the teacher sharply, and right as the whispers begin to settle the door flies open with a bang against the wall that makes Xuanyu startle with a twitch he tries unsuccessfully to hide.

"Did you miss me?" says the boy lounging on the doorframe with his shirt untucked and tie hanging loose around his neck without even an attempt at a knot. He tips his head back against the wall with an insouciant smirk.

Mo Xuanyu slowly pushes his bangs out of his eyes and leans back in his chair, tipping just a little onto two legs instead of four.

"Xue Yang," says the teacher with a smile. "It's good to see you. We have a new seating plan; you'll find your book in the back left corner."

Xue Yang wanders down the central aisle of the classroom with a deliberately careless lack of speed as twenty-nine pairs of eyes track him all the way there. As he passes the corner of the final row he plucks a pen from the unsuspecting pencil case of the girl sitting on the end.

She doesn't say anything. Xue Yang smiles a little wider as he finishes walking to his seat and tips back on it far enough to knock his head against the wall as soon as he's seated.

The teacher makes a silent gesture with her hand after three loud knocks against the back wall of the classroom; a put the chair down movement every student understands.

Xue Yang blinks at her with deliberate lack of comprehension, then turns his face up to stare at the ceiling instead.

The teacher sighs and begins to take the register.

"Hey," says Xue Yang loudly when she's less than halfway through, "are you new?"

He's looking right at Mo Xuanyu -- and now, so is everyone else in the room. The attention prickles on his skin like that one time he discovered he was allergic to the stupid little hairs on kiwi fruits, except at least seventeen times worse.

He nods, because if he speaks it'll definitely come out with something embarrassingly wrong with it, and lets his bangs fall across his face again.

"No speaking during the register," says the teacher. "This is your warning -"

"But what if I want to?"

"...what?"

Xue Yang smiles. "What if I want to speak during the register? I want to say hi to the new kid, it's polite."

A scattering of giggles spreads across the class.

"You have break time for that," says the teacher, and continues with the next name on the list.

[synobun]

Golden, strawberry, and sweetheart!

hello erin i did not forget this time!! i am answering in a timely manner!! look at me go!!

golden - favorite stationary product?

I... I... I... do not really use stationery. I mean. I have a pen. And paper. And some postcards/birthday cards. But nothing, er... special? I'm a little unhappy with my current stock of cards. The material bleeds ink, which is awful as a leftie. It smudges everywhere. Terrible.

I do like my pens. They're Pilot V5s.

Oh, actually. I write my letters in a notebook that I got from @deadlyessencewhispers's store a long time ago. It has a nice cover with her art on it.

strawberry - favorite fruit?

I love peaches. They are, however, terrible to prepare, and so I never eat them. The grocery store doesn't have any pre-sliced peaches either unless they're in a can, and I don't like canned fruit. I've followed every tutorial on how to easily separate from the stone, and it's ALL LIES.

Kiwis are good too!

sweetheart - favorite mug/cup?

A little known fact about me is that I do not use mugs. I've never had a reason to have any, since I don't drink hot things. But when my ex visited last year, she brought a mug and left it here, and I use it now every day to drink some juice with my meds. I... suppose that would be my favourite mug. Besides it being the only one I have, it's sentimental. Meaningful.

I don't care overly much about the graphic on it. It's the Pusheen cat. It's alright. x)

[kiankiwi]

(littles are known) some of the pics the paps have of little austin is when he's trying to get something in his mouth like last time he was trying to suck on a pen and we're like "ope, no no. here baby try this" and we give him a plushie or our hand, by the end of the day our hand is just covered in drool bc of qustin.

kinda see him as a little rascal like he's so SO gentle but playtime is like a must with him bc he refuses to have a nursery so all of his toys are just thrown around all over the house. he sleeps in the big bed with us and if he wakes up first he crawls all over us like suddenly we feel his hand on our face our we feel his diapered bum in our hand by austin just crawls over us when he wakes up first.

also austin isn't scared kr embarrassed that he uses diapers like we even tried potty training but he just refused and he just likes to be in his diaper while sucking on his thumb with some toys. in public he's definitely messy, way too messy. he also glares a lot tho

OMG HI, MISSED YOU KIWI ♡

- 🍙

HI MISSED YOU NONNIE! okay let's dive into these concepts. The paps have caught him many times with his thumb buddy and the paps know we don't want his thumb in his mouth because they've heard and seen us redirect him while they're taking pictures so sometimes if he's alone or we don't notice it yet, they'll yell out to him, "Aus, no thumb buddie!" and he'll just give them a grumpy face and be like "You're not my momma!" And he feels sad because if we're with him and we haven't noticed, then we're like "he's right, no thumb baby" and aus looks to the pap like "thanks you got me caught!"

We are his favorite jungle gym to be honest but he is definitely a gentle giant! He loves to either crawl on us or lay across our sleeping body and wait till we notice the pressure of his body on ours and then he's so smiley like "good morning mama!" He also LOVES to just be at home in just his diaper while he plays! And he loves to dance to his movies and stuff like the lion king.

He is the glare king and he definitely finds it more convenient to wear diapers (much like E does too I feel like)

[earenwen-leafwhisper]

I got tagged by: @avalyaaa

Favorite color: all shades of blue, red, green, yellow, purple, silver, gold, black,…

Last song: in French there is "chicken quest" by Pen of Chaos and the Naheulband (perfect before medieval Fest"

In English, it’s a mix of playlist, but I would say.

"Only us" from Miracle of sound on YouTube (it has a Game of thrones category and this one is related to Jaime and Cersei Lannister)

Karliene and her playlist Got and Lord of the ring (especially when I write fanfiction)

Otherwise more classically, there is Wham with "Wake me up before you go" and AC/DC with "Thunderstruck"

Currently reading: French is my mother tongue, I have several books reading in French and I advise if you speak or learn it (I do not know if these books are translated in English)

From left to right: "Le chant de la Malombre - tome 1 - Tueurs de dragons" by Gaëlle K. Kempenners from Voy'[el] (the song of the Malombre - Killers of dragons)

"Les sept portes de l'apocalypse - tome 1 - La croisade des Carpates " by Vanessa and Diana Callico from Le héron d'Argent (The seven Gates of the apocalypse -Volume 1 - The carpathian crusade)

"Les Seigneurs du crépuscule" by Sophie Sorbinet from Le héron d'Argent (The lords of the twilight)

I have a Aemond bookmark (the green and black ruban) and i put the references if it interests someone.

The artist is : Skarborg her Instagram and her website with her gallery Google her she's very good (She draws Got, the last kingdom and Marvel and other fandoms)

Otherwise internationally there is to

"The Hobbit" by J.R.R Tolkien

Last movie: Four Weddings and a Funeral with Hugh Grant

Savoury/sweet/spicy: spicy and salty mostly And sweet for the rare times I cook a desert, and because I love fruits (except kiwi, I’m allergic to it)

Currently working on: Many things at once. The Alicent’s Cosplay, sew a lining on a backpack in the shape of a dragon egg that I crocheted, sketches for the cover of my new sketchbook, continue to write the fanfiction with Daemon and my restart on Acnh.

I’m tagging: @barbiedragon