#supposedly coffee gives you a rush

[lxvsiick]

ICED COFFEE | JAKE SIM X READER

PAIRING: down bad! jake sim x nonchalant! fem! reader

SUMMARY: Jake visits the cafe every day to study but to only order drinks and watch his crush work.

GENRE: cafe, crushing, down bad jake, fluff

WORDCOUNT: 1.3k

A/N: I thought of the idea yesterday but wrote it today while thinking about coffee -- i really want some coffee right now but idk if im willing to walk through my campus for that ... um anyways, enjoy!

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The hum of conversation and the clatter of mugs filled the cozy coffee shop, sunlight filtering through the windows as customers quietly worked or chatted. Jake sat at a table near the counter, his textbooks sprawled open in front of him, but his eyes were far from the pages. Instead, they were glued to Y/n as she moved behind the counter, efficiently taking orders and preparing drinks.

He pretended to scribble something down in his notebook, glancing up every few seconds just to watch her pour a latte or chat with a customer. He’d been here for hours, supposedly to study, but all he’d done was order drinks he didn’t even want and admire the way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she concentrated.

“Dude, you haven’t touched your notebook in over an hour,” Heeseung suddenly said, sliding into the seat next to him.

Jake jumped, startled out of his trance, as his six friends filed into the coffee shop, smirking knowingly.

“What are you guys doing here?” he muttered, trying to sound casual as he shut his notebook.

Jay raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “We’re here to witness this trainwreck.”

The others snickered, pulling up chairs around his table. They were grinning, fully aware of why he was there in the first place. Sunghoon across from him leaned in, smirking. “How many drinks have you ordered so far just to keep watching her?”

Jake rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. “I’m just...you know, getting some studying done. That’s all.”

“Right,” Ni-ki drawled, glancing over at the counter where Y/n was working. “And totally not here because you’re down bad for her.”

The group broke into quiet laughter, and Jake shot them a warning look. “Shut up, she’ll hear you.”

“She probably already knows,” Sunoo teased. “How could she not? You’ve been sitting here like a lovesick puppy for hours.”

Before he could respond, Y/n came out from behind the counter, walking over to their table with a no-nonsense expression. She glanced at them, her hands on her hips, looking every bit the part of a no-nonsense employee.

“I just got a complaint about a group being too loud,” she said coolly, her eyes flicking to Jake and then back to the rest of them. “Keep it down, or you’re getting kicked out.”

His friends stifled their laughter, shooting each other amused glances, but Jake just sat there, trying—and failing—to look casual.

“Yeah, yeah,” Heeseung said, grinning up at her. “We’ll behave. Promise.”

Y/n nodded, giving them one last look before turning and walking back to the counter. Jake couldn’t help but watch her, and his friends caught him staring—again.

“You’ve got it bad, man,” Jungwon said, shaking his head. “Like, embarrassingly bad.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, cheeks flushing slightly. He couldn’t help it. She was right there, and every time she looked his way, it felt like his heart was trying to jump out of his chest.

Jay leaned in, still chuckling. “How long are you gonna pretend to ‘study’ before you finally ask her out?”

“I’m not pretending,” Jake protested, though even he didn’t believe it.

“You’ve been pretending since you walked in,” Ni-ki quipped. “And now we’re here to enjoy the show.”

As his friends continued to tease him, Jake let out a defeated sigh. They weren’t wrong—he was hopelessly in love with her. But for now, all he could do was watch her from across the room, his heart pounding every time she looked his way.

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The café had quieted down after the rush, leaving only a few customers scattered at tables, sipping their drinks or working on laptops. Jake remained at his table, idly tapping his pen against his notebook. He hadn’t been doing much studying since his friends left, but he wasn’t about to go home either—not when Y/n was still working behind the counter.

The bell above the door jingled, and an older male customer stepped in, glancing around before heading straight for the counter where Y/n stood. Jake watched as she greeted the man with her usual professionalism, her voice calm and polite as she took his order.

But something about the man’s demeanor put Jake on edge. He leaned forward, watching the exchange more closely.

“So, do you work here every day?” the man asked, leaning over the counter with a sly grin.

Y/n offered a polite smile, staying professional. “Only on some days. What can I get for you?”

“Maybe your number?” the man said, not-so-subtly ignoring the menu. “A girl like you probably has a long line of guys waiting, huh?”

Jake felt his stomach twist, a flash of annoyance flickering across his face. Y/n, however, remained calm.

“Just here to work,” she replied, her tone firm but still courteous. “Would you like to order something?”

The man chuckled, unfazed. “Come on, don’t be like that. How about after your shift? We could grab a drink.”

Jake clenched his jaw. He could tell Y/n was handling it professionally, but the guy wasn’t taking no for an answer. Standing up, Jake crossed the room before he even realized what he was doing.

Approaching the counter, he slipped into a role that he hoped would help.

“Hey,” he said, pretending to be irritated. “What’s taking so long? I’ve been waiting to order forever.”

The older man turned to look at him, clearly not pleased by the interruption.

Jake shot him an impatient glare. “I mean, you’ve been standing here for ages. Some of us are thirsty, you know?”

The customer frowned, clearly annoyed. “I’m ordering, kid. Relax.”

“Well, if you could hurry it up,” Jake said, folding his arms and acting like an impatient customer. “Some of us have places to be.”

The man huffed, grumbling under his breath before finally turning back to the counter. “Just a black coffee.”

Y/n rang him up, her face as neutral as ever, though her eyes flicked briefly to Jake, a hint of amusement there.

The older man paid for his coffee, still muttering, before walking away to wait for his order. Once he was out of earshot, Y/n let out a small breath, glancing at Jake with a faint smile.

“Thanks for that,” she said, her voice light but genuine. “He wasn’t getting the hint.”

Jake rubbed the back of his neck, flustered now that the moment had passed. “Yeah, no problem. I just...didn’t want to see him keep bothering you.”

She smiled at him, then, in her usual nonchalant way, asked, “So, what do you want to order this time?”

He stared at her for a moment, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and resignation. He hadn’t planned on ordering anything, but now that he was at the counter...

With a sigh of defeat, he glanced at the menu. “I’ll take... another iced coffee. Thanks.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head as she started preparing the drink. He watched her, feeling both proud of stepping in and a little awkward for having to order yet another drink just to cover his tracks.

As she handed him the cup, she gave him a knowing look. “You should really start studying instead of ordering all these drinks.”

He couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll get right on that.”

She laughed softly before turning back to her work, leaving him to return to his table with his heart racing, though he tried to play it cool. At least, for now, he had an excuse to stay a little longer.

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[inkdrinkerworld]

could u please write a lil something for a chubby reader and spencer :)) maybe a small meet-cute at a library or coffee shop? (something really fall inspired hehe) thank u thsnk u love ur work <3

spencer doesn't usually stop at this particularly library, but he'd had to for the case. he and emily had been tasked with finding more information about the books related to the unsub.

he's in fall colours- soft browns and muted oranges, his scarf the only pop of colour visible in a deep purple.

"uh, hi," he says softly, tapping his fingers on the front desk.

his eyes light up when you tip your chin upwards, a warm smile on your face as you look at him. "hi, can i help you find anything?" spencer feels his head cloud and hopes emily doesn't notice.

"yeah, we're looking for this book," she shows you the piece of the paper and your tongue pokes out the corner of your mouth, eyebrows scrunching as you puff up your already chubby cheeks.

"i think we're supposed to have three copies of them, would you mind waiting while i check?" you look up and spencer finds it hard to do anything other than shake his head.

your eyes shine in the amber light of the library and your glasses chain holds flowers and little yellow ducks that clink together as you walk over to the desktop. you're in a pale yellow top and from what spencer can see, brown corduroy jeans. you look cute and the curves of your waist and the little pudge of your belly looks good enough to grab to spencer.

emily coughs softly and his cheeks heat, his eyes lifting back to your face.

"did you know that ducks at rocks? they do it to help them digest hard foods and store them in their gizzards," your eyes seem to light up as spencer speaks so he presses on. "in 1911 in nebraska hunters actuaally found gold nuggets in their gizzards. it supposedly spurred the 'gold rush.'"

emily is proud that he doesn't stutter and is even moree proud of spencer when your eyes widen and you look up from the computer.

"their ducklings communicate while they're still in their eggs and they try to hatch at the same time." you say softly and spencer smiles, letting you work while emily looks between you both shocked.

"you should ask her out." emily whispers to him and his eyes widen.

"we're on a case and i don't know her." spencer whispers back, eyes tracking your every move.

"you were just sharing duck facts, boy genius. leave your number for after." emily says it so easily and with such belief that spencer will get a date or at least a friend out of this case that he considers it seriously.

"they're in aisle three, on the third shelf. there's also some other related books in the shelf across from them."

"thanks," they both say as they walk off. you spend a couple seconds watching after the man in the purple scarf.

they return in a couple minutes, with three books.

"are you checking them all out?" you ask and spencer nods, you stamp and process the books. "could i get a name?" you hold your pen just below your lips as you wait for answer.

the woman says, "i'll be in the car spence." the man blushes and you give him a gentle smile.

"spencer reid." he says softly, voice a whisper as you scribble, slipping the card into the book along with a small piece of paper. "have a good day." he says as he takes the book and you nod, waving him out of the library.

emily watches him open up the first book and leans over into his space as she starts to pull off. "what did she say?"

spencer smiles when he sees the note, your handwriting leaning to th right and slightly looped, "good luck, spencer reid. maybe we can exchange more facts soon, y/n" he reads and smiles even brighter when he notices your number below that.

"told you reid," emily says fondly and spencer can't ease the blush on his face all day.

[spdrvyn]

miguel being comforting during your period mood swings | drabble

very fluffy. hurt/comfort. reader is a spider-person. projecting MASSIVELY in this one. my bad guys! author had a very bad not good day so this is to ease my nerves a little, enjoy and eat up

Miguel had very much noticed when it started. Your avoidance of him started somewhere around 3 days ago, whenever he made attempts to talk to you, you'd be feeding him as little as possible. It irked him to say the least and he missed you and when he felt like looking at you, you just weren't there.

It wasn't that you seemed mad at him or upset about something else, you were giving him nothing to work with was all. He struggled to figure out if there was something going on, surely you couldn't be that tired every time you talked to him, right?

No, he couldn't stand by this. His duties as your lover were being unfulfilled the longer he stood by and watched you (supposedly) be miserable, this shall not prevail!

He wanted to catch you at a time with not many Spider-People in HQ, he knew that you'd be up anyway. Miguel had brought you to many scenic areas, so he frequented those every once in a while to check if you were there. It was the most bountiful search he'd ever been on and his senses had never been sharper before.

That was when he saw you, perched on one of the many columns. You wore a sweater over your suit to accommodate for Nueva York's chilling cold at night, Miguel rushed to your side. Literally.

You startled with a shrill scream when he landed right beside you, the sound of him landing was thunderous almost. "Jesus fucking Christ, Miguel! Where did you even come from?!"

"That's not important," he doesn't give you any time to process what's going on before you're being scooped up, feet dangling slightly in the air as your hands fly to his shoulders.

"Wha– Miguel!"

"Are you okay?" You paused. "You aren't."

"I didn't say anything for like one second," you sighed. "What is this about? You don't usually drop from the sky when you need me."

"You've seemed off and distant," Miguel had slowly begun to set you down, but still kept his arms wrapped tight around you. Normally, he'd be concerned for the potential amounts of people watching him. But whatever, let them stare. "It's not me, not work, and not friends. What is it? You can talk to me."

You bite your lip. "I've just–" you rubbed your face infuriatingly with your hands. "I'm on my period right now."

"Oh."

"I- I know, it's not the best excuse, but I've been distant because I just didn't want to say anything mean. Gwen made a joke I didn't like, some other spiders were talking about you funny, and I already yelled at Peter B. yesterday so I- I just—" Your head hung low, your shoulders dropped. "I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

Miguel felt like an idiot for not noticing. It all made sense, you opted out on certain missions that seemed too physically taxing. You haven't been to HQ's gym in a while too. Not to mention that you've been avoiding coffee like it was the plague no matter how much you loved it.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, "That one's for Gwen."

He pressed another to your nose bridge, "For the spiders."

He pressed two to your nose bridge, "This is for Peter."

Then he pressed five to the other side of your face, "And these are just in case I did anything that upset you beforehand."

"You didn't do anything actually," you said. "But thank you. You're always so sweet."

"That's just a given, isn't it?" Miguel pressed his forehead against yours. "Baby, you can always tell me when something is bothering you. Even if it's your period. I'll try to do my best to make you feel better, now what do you need?"

"A smoothie and take-out..."

"Let's go get it then."

[slxsherwriter]

The Big Wheel Groans

Fandom: Joy Ride

Pairing: None, hints of future Rusty x female reader

Word count: 3, 127

Warnings: Mentioned of parental death

Author's note: Rusty has taken a permanent residence in my brain. Waffled back and forth a few times on how innocent the reader would actually be. I think Rusty would do well with this polite, naive little thing. Bonus points to anyone who gets the title reference. May explain how I'm viewing these two.

Cigarettes, stale coffee, and greasy bacon. The scent was an immediate assault as soon as the door opened. Most would find it off-putting, but to you? To you, it brought up fond childhood memories of getting to tail along with your father; early morning drives out into the beautiful countryside, interspersed with stops like this. He always let you get some pancakes with whipped cream. The nostalgia washed over you like a crashing wave, and for just a moment, your chest tightened. As good as those memories were, the pain felt just as fresh as it had been two months ago.

Giving a polite smile to the woman that came and greeted you, it was easy to pick your way through the tables as she found a space against the wall on the opposite side of the tiny truck stop diner to set you.

"Passing through, honey?" You settled down and kept up with the kind smile. You damn well knew that she didn't always get the respect she deserved. Just the nature of the job and the location. Truckers? They could carry their own and knew well enough to be mindful. At least the generation that your father belonged to did. Yours? Not so much.

"Yes, ma'am." She seemed surprised to hear the response. "Not in any hurry, though. I'll take a coffee when you get a moment, please." You could see someone, definitely not one to frequent stops like this, was trying to get her attention.

"Well, ain't you a polite young thing," she offered with a soft laugh. "I'll bring your coffee right up." She headed off with an almost lazy step to her gait, clearly not in any sort of rush to take care of the demanding customer. The action was enough to force you to stifle a laugh behind your hand. Eyes had fallen on you when you had first entered and now? They had mostly returned to their own doings and business. That could have stemmed from the fact that you dressed sort of like you fit in amongst all the workers who spent their hours on the road. The beat-up Carhartt around your shoulders had belonged to your father. It had seen far better days, but it was the one thing you hadn't been able to give up.

Your father had been your rock, your steady shore, the one who had been there. He had raised you alone, did everything right. As much as he could. Older now, you realized the man had his flaws, but he cared for you very much and had done a hell of a job on his own. When your grandmother came into the picture when you were fifteen, upheaval and chaos reigned. She had managed to petition the courts to gain custody. That was what happened when one side had money and the other hadn't. A single father on the road for work versus the woman whose name meant something and had connections. It was a losing battle.

Playing in that world, high society, had always felt wrong. You had longed for the simple days in the rural home you had spent your childhood in. Money hadn't meant shit. Social events and gatherings were torturous at best, painful proceedings that you were forced through over and over again. All because you carried a name? Or well, supposedly did. A name you has forsaken as soon as the old woman passed away.

Sure, she had left everything to you, and it would be a hell of an easy life. But that wasn't what you had wanted. Selling her house, all the shit in it that you didn't need, you had found a beater car and headed right back to see your father.

It was only a few years later that he fell ill. All the money in the world couldn't beat out the consequences of smoking two packs a day and a life spent in a rig. Now, you were working on spreading his ashes cross country in the spots you visited as a kid. At least the money was being used for something.

In the blink of an eye, your meal, pancakes with whipped cream of course, and coffee were all done. All in all, it was a meal under 15 bucks. As discreetly as you could, you wrote out a note before shoving several large bills in the little folder. Enough to leave a healthy tip for the kind waitress and pay for the meals of the six other people occupying the bar space. Standing up, you stopped the waitress on your way out.

"Keep the change." It was all you offered before you stepped outside. You didn't need to see the results of your small act. You didn't do it for recognition. Hell, once you were done with this, you were retreating from the world to your fathers house and not leaving for a few weeks at minimum.

Sitting in your car, you were studying the map. GPS was good, and while you used it, it was always good to have the route planned out. Technology could shit the bed easily. At least reading and following the map was a sure thing. Mostly. Roads occasionally changed but not enough to end up lost with no knowledge of how to unstick yourself. A tap on the window caused you to jump, pressing the paper downwards for a moment.

A man stood outside your window, tall enough that you couldn't see his face right away, having to shift closer with him leaning his head down. Even so, his hat obscured his eyes. Scruff lined his chin, slightly peppered. This man was definitely a trucker. Quickly, you rolled down the window.

"Can I help you, sir?"

"That was an awful kind thing you did there," he spoke softly, his hand jerking back in the direction of the diner. You blinked, processing the words but reacting far slower than it should have been. That voice. Deep with that drawl. You could listen to it for hours. "Things like that don't happen too often." Was he looking for an explanation?

"Oh, it wasn't much, really." His eyes were running over the car. You knew how it looked. First impressions wouldn't scream that you had money. Which, maybe to a degree, it was a good thing. "What good is an inheritance if you can't put a little good out into the world? Would it be safe to assume that one of those rigs is yours?" You motioned towards the line of trucks not far from where you were parked.

"S'pose you could."

"My father was a trucker. The job isn't easy, and I respect what you do. The least I could do was pay for food and coffee. A good meal and some caffeine are important. My attempt to make up for all the bad that you have to deal with, at least in a small way." He seemed to mull the words over for a moment, almost as if it wasn't what he expected you to say. Then, a soft chuckle, a deep sound that sent a shiver down your spine, came from the man. His fingers drummed against the hood of your car for just a moment before he stepped back.

"Well, it's appreciated."

"It's really no problem at all. Happy to do something so small. Stay safe out there."

"You do the same, sweetheart."

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The meeting stuck in your head, leaving a little smile on your face as you drove the long, mostly desolate stretches of highway for the next two days. There was one final special stop that you had to make, where the remainder of the ashes would be spread. It was off the beaten path, near an abandoned warehouse. The same little isolated lake that you and your father had always spent your birthdays. A little fishing, some deer watching, and the sort of peace and calm that didn't come from anything but a lack of interaction with the outside world. A place just for the two of you, away from the outside world and distractions. There was no work, there was no school, no one to bother and no one to interrupt.

The spreading of his ashes had been both painful and cathartic. A final goodbye that in a lot of ways you had not been ready for. But, there was no other option. Reality was what it was, and you couldn't hold on to him out of selfish reasons. Being back in that place brought back nothing but fond memories, some that you hadn't thought about in years, and some that you had forgotten.

You hadn't driven more than a couple miles off the road that led to the abandoned warehouse when steam started coming from your engine. Pulling the truck to the side of the road, you killed the engine and let out a small huff. Out in the middle of nowhere, there wasn't a chance for cell service, and nothing was within walking distance to be able to find a tow truck. Hopefully, it was something you'd be able to fix on your own, but you wouldn't know until you got out of the car and popped the hood. The heat coming from the engine was uncomfortable, and you had to pull your hand back twice before being able to lift the hood at all. Waving smoke out of your face, you waited for just a moment longer for things to clear before appearing into the engine to see if you could determine what was causing the problem. At the same time, you tried to keep a careful ear out for any cars that might be passing by. There wasn't a lot of traffic on the road, so you could only get one chance at flagging a car down if you were lucky. You didn't know all that much about engines, just the basics that your father had taught you when you were young. You hadn't had a chance to learn much more, unfortunately. Now would have been a great time to have that knowledge.

The rumble of a semi filled your ears as you cursed and pulled back from the engine. From what you could tell, it was possible that the head gasket blew. Which meant that there was not much you could do with the car. You would have to have it towed and fixed by a mechanic. Stranded. You are absolutely stranded if this truck didn't stop for you. Before you even had the chance to stand up and pull back fully from the car and stick a thumb out, the sound of the brakes being hit filled the empty area around you. The trucker was coming to a stop before you would even ask for help. Hopefully, that was a good thing.

It took a second from the time the truck stopped for the door to open. In that time, you watched curiously, perhaps a little too relaxed, but it was in your nature. The few friends you had always said that you always thought of people as too good. But it hadn't caused problems yet, so what did they know?

"Ya broke down?" The distinct voice was familiar, even after only encountering it once. He was leaning over from the driver side, peering out through the open passenger door.

"I'm not the best with engines, but I think the head gasket went. So, it might be a lost cause." You wiped your hands against your pants for a moment, trying to clean them up a bit.

"Judging from the smoke, don't think you are going anywhere, any time soon. Why don't you hop in and I can give ya a lift to the next town." You glanced at the car for a moment before moving to grab your bag.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna inconvenience you. Or your run. I know things can be time sensitive." You glanced at the trailer that his rig was hauling, almost instantly feeling bad that he had stopped. You could remember your father complaining about eighteen, twenty hour shifts at a time to cover the necessary ground, when he thought that you couldn't hear that was.

"It isn't out of the way. Come on, get in." Any more hesitating would be time wasting. One step up, and you had to grab the bars to take the next step and keep your balance before swinging yourself into the passenger seat. Quickly, you closed the door.

"Thank you, really. I thought I was going to be there awhile." Your eyes bounced around the rig, unable to help it as you took in the inside of the cab or the way that a smile came without warning. "I haven't been inside a truck like this in forever. She really is gorgeous. Peterbilt, right?" He was already getting the truck moving again.

"Gotta say I'm impressed. Ain't too many that don't drive and know their stuff. 359, 1986."

"My mechanic skills may not be the greatest, but I like to think I know my trucks." It was a light tease, any and all pride lacking from the words. In the look around, you have spotted a few places you could leave him some cash for the ride. It was the least that could be done. "Oh, I'm sorry. I've been terribly rude." You had never introduced yourself, which you quickly remedied.

"You can call me Rusty." Probably part of a CB handle, but it hardly mattered. You had a moment where you struggled to decipher if he preferred quiet or if he wanted to chat. Talking wasn't something that you would push. If he wanted to, sure he would initiate, and if not, you didn't mind being silent.

It went on for a little longer, the silence and atmosphere of the cab comfortable. Miles seemed to pass under the large wheels within the blink of an eye.

"What are you doing out here, all on your own?" The question was bound to come eventually. You paused for just a moment before glancing away from the road finally and towards the man.

"Spreading my Daddy's ashes." His eyes tore from the road the same way yours had, this time as if trying to judge if you were being honest. "Stopping at all the places that we had visited when I was little. He raised me. First couple years of my life, I practically lived in his rig with him. A couple miles back? Off Whitey close to that abandoned warehouse, about a mile off there is a little secluded lake. We would spend birthdays there. Fishing, wildlife watching, me playing hooky from school. It was the last stop." Your voice softened as you neared the end of the explanation. A pang in your chest. One that wasn't as strong as it had been the last few months.

"I'm sorry to hear he passed." The words had been repeated by a few people, that sort of unsure what to say but needed to offer something for condolences. It was an awkward situation to try to maneuver around. But you appreciated the sentiment nonetheless. "Ya mind me asking how ya came into all that money then? Can't say I got a stash laying around like that." The question brought a slightly bitter sound from your throat before you could stop it.

"I'm sorry. Didn't mean to do that. It's just…not the best of memories. My maternal grandmother. Never knew my mama, not entirely sure what happened to her. But when the older woman found out, she petitioned the court for custody. The usual foul rhetoric spewed about my father and his occupation. Not being suitable for children and such. Helped that she had money and connections." You paused as the rush of memories washed over you. Hands unconsciously tightened against your bag before you let out a shuddering breath. "She was one of those folks who always looked down their noses at everyone who didn't come from the so-called elite. Better than everyone else. Couldn't stand to be around her and that life. People like that? They ain't any good. Aren't honest, don't know a day of hard work in their life." You could hear the slight crink of leather, likely from the steering wheel but paid little mind.

"I didn't want anything to do with her or that life. She passed right before I turned eighteen, thinking she had gotten what she wanted with me being molded into her image. Left everything. I couldn't sell the house and business off fast enough. Got my name changed back, legally. Went straight back to the small country home I had grown up in. Never wanted the money and don't have too much of a need for it. It's a silly idea, but I try to counter all the negative, nasty things that she did by giving it away where I can." You had always been an open book to everyone. Oversharing had never gotten you in trouble yet. A habit that your grandmother had tried to break you of but had never been successful. Ever.

"Ain't all that silly, sweetheart." There was a different note to his voice. Something soft, something that made you feel a swell of some unknown emotion in your chest. Your cheeks felt a little hot. At least someone didn't think it was silly. Your friends indulged you, of course, but you knew occasionally they spoke about it behind your back. "World would be a better place with more people who thought like that."

Again, a few minutes of silence passed, as if the exchange was being digested and determinations were being made. Well, you were more content to just enjoy the rumble of the truck and the passing landscape.

"You look like you could use some sleep. Why don't you get some shut eye. Next town is still about sixty miles out."

"Are you sure?" You couldn't deny that the rhythmic rumble was lulling you into that relaxed peaceful state. But you didn't want to be rude either.

"Hun'red percent. Ain't gonna bother me none. I'll wake you when we are getting close, okay?"

Was it smart to fall asleep in the rig of a man you didn't know? Hardly. You weren't that naive. But, at the same time, you didn't feel a single sense of danger from the man. Shifting a little and pulled the jacket around you to act more like a blanket, you settled your head against the window.

"Thank you, Rusty." Eyes closed, it didn't take long for sleep to take a hold, leaving you unaware of the eyes that had turned to take you in, or the shift in intent in the truck.

[mxrtixnzwrld]

🤍 “ You don’t know my name “ 🤍

pairing: nanami kento x reader

summary: you have been working at this cafe that had a bakery in it. one day this attractive, older looking man comes in and asks for a loaf of bread. this is a repeating routine with every visit your coworker suspects the two of you are in love. Now she takes matters into her own hands.

tropes: coffee shop au, confessions, falling in love,

warnings: OC as side character, kind of short !!

“Hey y/n~, your usual is here~” Tsuki hummed with a smirk laid on her face. This cafe is mixed with a bakery that makes their products all in building. Ever since they added the bakery business has been booming, and with the boom came your regular Nanami.

When the bakery first opened Nanami wondered in during a lunch break to try the crepes and ever since the first bite he was supposedly hooked. From that day forward he came in during his breaks, ordered different desserts, foods, drinks, whatever and lingered to speak with you. Tsuki said he was whipped but you didn’t have time for all that, although you never failed to notice how toned his arms were or the soft bags under his eyes.

“Hello, how has your day been?” Nanami said looking between you and the menu examining both carefully.

“It’s alright, business rush was hectic.. how about you?” You asked. He sat in silence for a moment in deep thought before his eyes lock with yours.

“My day was decent. I had to stay over night at the office.” Nanami sighed and now that he pointed it out he did look tired.

“So a coffe?” You asked. He nods and smiles.

“I would also like to have one of your famous crepes,” though the smile was small he did and before you can say anything Tsuki pushes you towards the kitchen.

“Alright now y/n go make his crepe while I check him out!” Tsuki says pushing you to the kitchen. As you make his order she “talked” to him. They kept their voices low so you couldn’t hear but they seemed to be having interesting conversation. You begin making his crepe being confused but deciding not to worry about it.

“Give it to me straight, you want my coworker right? I promise y/n’s nice!” The short girl said making Nanami’s face flush.

“What would make you say that?” He asked for the brunette to begin working on his coffee with a huge grin set on her face.

“Your face when you talk to her. Or the fact you come here during your lunch break to talk to her-“ the girl lists but stops as Nanami’s eye twitches.

“Whoops.. too much? Look all I’m saying is that I can help. Just gimme your number.” Tsuki hands him the drink, a sticky note and pen. He sighs and writes it down before handing the pen and sticky note back. As he hands Tsuki the sticky note he watches you finishing up his crate in the back. You always put a lot of craftsmanship into what you made for him and always had such a determined, focused expression across your face.

He doubts he’d ever say it to you but in the visits he makes he becomes more drawn to you, your dreams and the way you held eye contact when ever he spoke.

“Here you go..” you trail off realizing you never asked for his name even though he comes in almost daily. He stands speechless before clearing his throat.

“Nanami, and thank you..” he says with a small smile before leaving as he became hot in the face.

“I got his number-“

“You have his what?!”

“Girl just call him,” Tsuki groaned as the two closed up shop.

“But why would I? I have to focus on work..” you sigh looking at his number in your phone.

“Girl you need to loosen up, you like what you see right?” She said by your side. You slowly nod which feeds into her antics. Tsuki snatches up your phone and presses call.

You look to her in shock as the phone rings into the silence before going straight to voicemail. You looked at Tsuki before she mouths to go ahead and talk.

“Uhm hey Nanami.. this is the girl from the bakery. I was wondering if you would want to hang out sometime- I know it’s weird how I got your number but I always see you in here and.. I think you’re kinda cute. Text me and let me know.” You said before Tsuki hung up.

“See look at you girl, now just sit and wait!” Tsuki says as you both head to the back to finish stocking. The two of you giggle and joke as you both moving cups and ingredients from the front to the back. Tsuki teases time to time about how “you were yappin to him.” Which you roll your eyes and finish up.

You lock the doors behind you and Tsuki before your phone goes off. And there lies a text from Nanami himself.

-

Nanami🩵

I have Sunday afternoon off if you’d like to go out for lunch.

You

I’d like that a lot, I’ll see you then

-

“See, I told you he’s head over heels for you~!” Tsuki teased reading over your shoulder making you chuckle and roll your eyes.

You don’t know if he was but you sure are.

Authors note: ngl I didn’t know what direction to go w/ this but I hope this is good. Like I said before I stopped writing and just got back into it so I hope you enjoyed it!!

©mxrtixnzwrld. do not copy, modify, translate, repost any of my work! reblogging is greatly appreciated!!

[moonartemisia]

A Thought of You || Tsukishima Kei × Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Anniversary years, you and Kei are already in a 4th year relationship. For how many annoying years of teasing, loving, the arguments the two of you ever shared, and the lowest times the two of you ever needed each other's side. You thought of surprising him for your anniversary, but things have gotten a bigger, yet memorable feeling had happen.

tags: fluff, time-skip, college au, anniversaries, skinships

Note: In participating of @sugarbebenireo love language collab thank you so much for letting me join in this event! I had ideas already on where should I start writing once more. Please enjoy reading!

"Will this be enough?" You mumbled through your way, walking, carrying a box that has strawberry prints on the packaging. In a rush and worried state, you settled on your phone to check the time with a notification from the calendar; alarming the title "Happy Anniversary." It was today, so you were in a hurry.

I completely forgot about our anniversary, busy with requirements, exams, reviews... This and that, THIS and THAT—

Keeping your surprise for him has cut short due to time. You have other plans in mind. College seems to be a hectic hell for the both of you, but rest assured you and Tsukishima always plan a way to spend quality time over such a busy year. You awfully felt disappointed as this day was your last exam day. It ended after, eventually, and head off.

"A strawberry shortcake will be fine. Nothing beats up to a simple celebration."

However, you paused for a bit and noticed something.

Ah, right... the tall blonde has prefecture divisions today. Damn it.

Though, that doesn't stop you. After all, this is a perfect chance to think of an idea for your anniversary.

"Ah, better take my focus on preparing a small party for us. That won't hurt much, as long as when he gets home from the match."

Sadly, you haven't thought of coming there to watch and surprise him. Probably your absence will be at best. You're sure Tsukishima will understand. This is your opportunity to get busy with everything in your hands.

It didn't take you long enough to add decorations at your dorm that you and him shared. You thoughtfully recalled how you and Tsukishima wanted a dorm solely for the two of you. Amidst the enrolment, supposedly Tsukki was assigned into some other room at the dorm. Fortunately, things have settled with the arrangements with the landlord of the dorms. Eventually, it ended just as both of you wanted.

Everything has its memorable course, especially the best feeling of entering the same college as him. Thus, Tsukki now known volleyball players in the divisions. You were proud.

Those random thoughts of you and him together for long lingered as you blushed. You never expected how far your relationship with Tsukki exceeded. Sighing underneath your breath, you carefully placed the shortcake on top of a small coffee table; with a number 4 candle along with a stand saying "Happy Anniversary" behind it.

"That should do it!" You proudly chimed at your efforts, waiting for him to come home soon.

2 hours passed, and Tsukishima wasn't home. You began to worry, overthinking if he was in overtime. Picking up your phone again as you saw no messages from him. It really bothers you, Tsukishima may timely update you on important matters. So what happened?

Frankly, enough to overthink his late presence, you decided to call him on the way. You don't want to waste your efforts on this special day with him. Or maybe just to reassure you if there are things going on.

I knew he was on his division match today. Isn't he already overtime now? I'm not sure if he is... or did he forget our anniversary?

Although with so many ring calls, the blonde hasn't picked up the phone on your line. You decided not to give another call on his contact upon your frustrations. A sigh let out your breath, still waiting for him.

Until a soft ping notified you

Kei—?!

You saw his message. Quickly, you jolted from your seat seeing his response.

"Are you already home from uni? Come down, I'm already in front of our dorm's entrance. Sorry for not replying."

He ordered you to come down for a bit. That's odd?

Hurriedly so, you did. You can't wait to see him and give him a congratulatory surprise after his match, right? Carefully following down the stair aisle as you opened the door through the main gate in front of the dorm. You can already see Tsukishima as told.

He is all dressed up... casually formal in his usual apparel. The glasses skimmed the clear lenses with his signature smirking face that you fell for. It deemed your bashful reaction to his appearance.

"What— I mean... your game, is it finished?"

"Yeah, we won... so I came up quickly just to prepare."

He walked towards the gate, volunteering you opened it for him to get inside. Tsukishima's ears turned rose red as he stared at you.

"I saw your missed calls, but I'm aware of our anniversary. It just hits our day that we've been busy. Even if it means to... I managed to end the time just to spend it with you."

"Kei..."

"I've booked a reservation just near our block. I can already see you haven't changed your clothes from earlier."

It didn't mind about it, you were busy planning a small party for both of you inside. But, that's another surprise for now, nonetheless. Tsukishima actually planned the same thing for your anniversary. A simple planned date which you never expect.

"Surprise, surprise... I didn't know."

You answered, chuckling.

"Ah, well, there's nothing I can think of. Dates with you always have been the goofy times."

"I actually also planned the same thing as well. Maybe come inside?"

The tall middle blocker blinked, "You also prepared a surprise for me?"

"Well, come inside and I'll show you."

Entering the dorm with Tsukishima, slowly stepping onto your shared room — reaching a hand as you slowly opened the door. The lights were dimmed, yet flickered with led lights and a glowing moon ambiance of the room filled. There were strings of stars hanging quite up the ceiling. Lastly, showing the main area where the strawberry shortcake was placed on the coffee table you put.

"Here, it isn't much since I got from our uni while you were in your division match. Happy Anniversary, Kei."

Greeting your man a warm smile, and it gladly paid off your efforts in preparing this moment for the two of you. Tsukishima couldn't help but chuckled at this cute setup you idealised. Especially the moon, since he is your moon.

"My, my, pipsqueak has her surprise too. I'm speechless."

"Anything I can do for us, Kei... did you like it?"

"No, if it weren't, I would love it."

He teases you, bringing his arm stretching onto your waist, pulling it closer to his.

"What?"

"Thank you, I never thought I'd be this happy. I'm lucky to find someone who rides and handles this side of me."

Tsukishima said, grinning onto your special appreciation. Indirectly admitting he loves the surprise you made as he hugs you.

"You're the best... I love you."

With that said, he pulls away from the warm embrace. Tsukishima's hands were on your shoulders — face nearing to yours, giving a soft and tender kiss. The lovely feeling gives you butterflies like he has always done ever since the first time. Looking back at it now, everything has been perfect.

"I love you, too... Kei. Also congrats, my middle blocker. You've done it again."

A cunning remark after a kiss, Tsukishima smirked.

"Always, and will be. No one ever tries to pry over my blocks. Well, I won't be so sorry for being so cocky. So— "

"Okay, okay, but how about we start off with this before we head out to our date, hm? Love?"

"Heh, sure. Probably after dinner, I might enjoy two desserts for tonight."

"K-kei!?"

╰┈➤ @.moonartemisia 2023 || do not copy my works

[ohtobeleah]

Meet cute prompt #3- getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids

w/ Mickey Fanboy Garcia!! (Imagining Desi reader) Holy shit, Mickey IMMEDIATELY comes to mind when I read that prompt! I could SO SEE his abuela doing this and reader’s Nani or Dadi (grandmother in Gujarati)

ALSO FUCKING CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!

Eeepp. This made me blush. Wtf, how cute is this. Also—thank you so much.

Prompt #3 Getting set up by their lovely grandmas, who always go to the same café and gush about their grandkids.

“So Fanboy, how’d you meet this lovely wife of yours?” Hangman asked as he eyed you off across the pool table. You'd just smashed him in an impromptu game of pool. “She seems like a real–” Jake couldn't say what he was really thinking, he'd get his ass handed to him if he did. “Peach–” 

 ***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Abuela!” Mickey was practically digging his heels into the concrete of the sidewalk his Abuela was pretty much dragging him down by the earlobe. “Would you cut it out?” He smiled bright, trying to stop his cheeks from turning a shade of crimson as he flicked his Abuelas fragile fingers off his person. “I said alright, you don't have to drag me.” 

“Well if you hadn’t put up such a fight, to begin with Miguel I wouldn't be in such a rush.” Mickey hated when his Abuela called him that, Miguel. He much preferred Mickey or even Mick. Honestly, even Fanboy would be a better alternative to Miguell. 

Mickey always thought he was in trouble whenever his mum, his sweet Carino, called him Miguell–it was probably some deeply embedded signal of PTSD from the amount of times he had actually been in trouble when he heard the sound of his mother roaring out his government name. It was just a thing now, Miguell equalled trouble and trouble was something Mickey Garcia couldn't afford to be in right now as he trailed after his aging faster than he would have liked to admit Abuela. 

“All I said was I didnt appreciate being set up on a blind date.” Mickey sighed, rubbing at his earlobe that had been squashed under the weight of what felt like the entire universe. “Not that I wouldn’t have come–” It had only been in the last few years that Mickey had really started to find his voice amongst his family. He loved his Abuela with his entire heart but sometimes he wished he could just stand up to the little old woman who thought he should be married with kids and a house in the middle of a cul-de-sac by now. “You were the one who–” Just as Mickey was about to turn the blame back on his Abuela for being late to this coffee get-together she'd been banging on about for the last three days, Mickey felt a shape sting against his forearm. Stunned, he rubbed at the spot his Abuela had slapped opened palm like as he blushed a bright red, god this was so embarrassing. Right outside the cafe they were supposedly meeting people at “Ow! You can't hit me in public! I'm Government Property!” 

“No Mijo, you’re your Carino's property, she gave birth to you, you just work for the government. She brought you into this world and I brought her into this world and I will take you out of it quicker than you can fly your little plane around in a circle.” 

“I am a grown ass man Abuela–” Mickey slightly bent down to get at eye level with the woman he admired above and beyond. 

“Aye, not until you're married and can give me all the beautiful nietas and nietos under the sun.” Ah there it was. See? Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia was never going to amount to anything until he was a husband and father. “Now go, we’re late.” Mickey just stood up and fixed his buttoned up shirt. He let out a reluctant sigh as he held the door open for his Abuela, watching as she stepped inside the cafe on the corner of the street. 

***~***~***~***~***~***~

“Sit up straight, you shouldn’t slouch mera bachcha.” Your Nani placed a gentle hand on your shoulder as you stirred your tea. “You’ll end up like me, with a back that aches in the winter.” You couldn't help but to smile at your Nani as you sat up a little straighter. Anything to make her smile, anything to make her happy. Which was why you had agreed to meet with her and her friend for coffee and brunch. 

“Ah, here they are now.” Your nani stood to wave over her friend. 

“Nani what do you mean they?” You questioned as you looked over in the direction your nani had been waving before she sat back down. There was a little old lady beaming as bright as she could at you, trailing right behind her though was a gorgeous man with curly black locks that made his smile look so much brighter and clearer than any other smile in the world. 

“Rosemary, it's so lovely to see you and Y/n.” the little old lady greeted your nani with a kind over the shoulder hug. “Y/n this is my Mijo, Miguel–” Mickey's Abuela introduced Mickey as he stuck his hand out to shake yours. Only after he wiped the palm of his hand on his jeans. 

“Mickey, I'm uh, I'm just Mickey.” He corrected his Abuela with a soft smile as he drank in the sight of you, damn, perhaps this coffee date wasn't going to be so hard to get through after all. You were beautiful.

“It's nice to meet you, just Mickey.” You couldn't help but to tease the blushing man who had been shaking your hand for a little too long before he pulled away. You watched as Mickey sat down beside you on the empty chair and your nani and Mickey's Abuela settled into their own conversation, nearly forgetting the two of you had been dragged along to begin with.  “My Nani here told me we were meeting a friend here for brunch, but I think this was a set up.” 

Mickey Garcia never thought he’d be the guy who got the girl and had the family that lived in the middle of a cul-de-sac. But when he met you for the first time in that cafe on the corner of the street with his Abuela and your Nani sitting cross from the pair of you–fist bumping under the table that their chance at matchmaking actually worked, he thought for a second he maybe could be that guy. 

“I think this was the biggest stitch up ever.” Mickey agreed. “But I can't say I'm all that mad about it.” 

 ***~***~***~***~***~***~

“My Abuela and Y/n’s Nani set us up actually,” Mickey explained as he cradled your newborn in his arms. “I dunno about Y/n but I thought it was love at first sight.” You'd fallen in love twice with Mickey Garcia in your lifetime. Once in the cafe on the corner and once again when he became the father of your child.

“I can't deny you were real cute Mick.”

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#Leah’s 4K Celebration 🎊

[yutasbimil]

Enigma

vyn x fem!oc | tears of themis ff. (psychology major!lead) ✦ (6/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: fluff, smut cw: nsfw minors dni, p0rn w/ plot, kissing, roleplay, anal, semi-public sex, rough, spanking/slapping, hickeys, hair pulling, overall kinky stuff!! , oral (male receiving), teasing, fingering, overstimulation, dom/sub; top/bottom dynamic, dirty talking, dumbification, multiple orgasms, passionate af; godammit vyn, unprotected sex, aftercare, FLUFF ! ! ! D; + supposedly this is a 'x reader' fic but got too heavy eventually, I apologize truly ;; + a little sweet and spicy bit before a heavy ending to this whole story. enjoy! ♡︎ word count: 6.0k

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 7 | part 8

do not repost © yutasbimil (2024)

The vision of him beside the bed, so ethereal, with golden eyes shining bright at her like the sun casting down at her is exhilarating, a sort of addiction you could call it.

More so spiking to the senses to know the fact that Vyn Richter is never at all the odds a morning person, let alone someone who would wake up before you so early in the morning.

Hence to see him gently observing her with anything but sleepy eyes can get one’s blood rush at sixty kilometers tops before you get a sip of your morning coffee.

She leans peacefully and heaves in a sigh as Vyn plays strands of her hair.

It makes Yule yearn for more of his presence and very existence.

So it made her jumpy like a high school girl with a big fat crush running to his clinic at their designated time. 

Yule stands tons light by the doorstep, bow neatly pleated on her hair, along her skirt, and carefully picked sweater-top just to be present on their date. And yes, they called it official the last time, but it still made the sides of her lips soar high by her cheeks and eyes. Her heart almost topples over by barely pushing the glass door of his workplace.

Okay, breathe in, you're also here to his request, or because she made plans to give in to the request… not that she needed to be pushed to do it. Yule liked to experiment, nonetheless.

Yule's monologue was cut short by the buzz of her phone in her knitted pocket, and her throat dried a bit to the anticipation, or rather, felt quenched by the idea she was going to face him once again. My Vyn Richter… 

“Hi, Dr. Richter.” Her greeting came off rather stiff and formal as she restrained her squeal at the sight of him. Yule saw him half-naked on his bed this morning, she shouldn’t be this giddy when it hasn’t been that long she missed him, right?

Vyn smiles at her presence, gesturing to a vacant seat.

She walked into his office a bit after working hours, and the sound of the door closing resounded.

“Oh Yule, please, we're in the comfort of our own privacy within my office. Just call me by my name if you may.”

Yule is fully assured that this is such a private event the moment she closes the door. The sound along with people setting off to get home signaled they were alone in the facility.

The walls provided proof of privacy as they value secrecy on any acts to do confidentiality. 

"Okay, Al…" she almost suppressed an eye roll directed at herself, but it flew off out of her control. Yule swallowed her nervousness to wish it would go away. Her mind is still quite preoccupied with control as her top priority.

“That's a nice nickname, thought you'd stick with "Will"?”

She expected him to point that out quickly.

“I like to experiment, I guess.” she shrugs, Yule is not quite sure, but she felt Vyn interpreted it another way as well. Or she might’ve been too conscious of her posture, is she standing weird? It still feels jarring to feel something stuck up in between her legs like this—

He walks over to her, seeing the roleplay of sorts not on their agenda just yet. It's nice to be greeted with such casualness it almost ironically pushes off the words she's speaking out.

"I find it hard choosing one since you have many names, but Albert seems very endearing to hear."

Vyn’s eyes on hers are still observing like a vulture flying around its prey, but she's anything but looking pale and dead with her face flushed by his stares. How can one resist such a handsome fellow staring at you?

"Funny as it's anything but me who's been experimented on, and if I know you and your relations on things... You thought of Little Albert*, hmmm? Don't lie that that didn't cross your mind at all, Yule?"

Oh, it's starting.

Knowing Vyn, she easily picks up his cues when he's setting the mood. Though this is a bit silly to meet halfway with her randomness and weirdness, if she may add. This is anything but that tragic traumatic experiment.

"It can be quite a common name, right? And experiment? I doubt you call such phenomena like this with us "just having a fun experiment"…" Yule suppressed all her self-control with anything but pouncing at him here and there.

She needs to wait, Vyn is after all already setting her in her lane since the second that she stepped on his domain.

"Hmmm? Don't you find any of this thrilling? I mean we got all the factors and variables laid out here… and you willingly went in to do as I requested?" The assumption in his tone is remarkable, and her avoidance of being direct really gave it away. Besides her bashfulness about the situation, his look alone is filling her to be self-conscious.

Given her faltering posture and squeamish legs, it's quite obvious.

No wonder it earned a smirk on Vyn's face.

“So, you did give in to my request.” He repeated, without any trace of query in his statement. He approached Yule and closed off their proximity bit by bit. 

Vyn’s gradual movements are calculated, with observing her consent to this. She’s facing the door, so Vyn has a clear view of her back. 

Her breath hitched more in anticipation, bringing down her walls as Vyn placed his fingers on her skirt. Her legs weaken as he slips in teasingly by the edge of the linen.

“That’s… up for you to find out,” Yule leans forward onto the table, looking behind him with sultry eyes. She sighs in request, mouth slightly agape. “Please look closer for me, Dr. Richter.” 

From circling around her to now standing behind her. Vyn tugs her close, inching his fingers underneath her skirt. Lifting it up, he chuckles at her reaction. Her hitching breath leaves her body, giving away her weakness. “Dr. Richter…”

He simply looks at her, keenly gesturing to her by his table. Vyn moves her up properly so she's bending over.

Vyn touches the surface of her bum, she breathes in as she feels Vyn inching closer. “I thought I saw a sheer crystal through your pantyhose.”

He's way too good at this, fuck.

“You're already in this soaking state, my dear.” He caves in and breathes through her covered core. She flinched with a moan eliciting her lips. Vyn chuckles. “We haven’t even started yet.”

“It’s your fault for looking so damn fine.” She tries to press herself further down the table as if to bury her embarrassed self. But it’s no use.

“Did you wash up well? I know how it could be such a bother for you,” he rips through the thin fabric of the pantyhose. Yule feels the cold air through her bare skin.

“More on for you. You know how bothered I am by my own poo,” she stressed, yelping and embarrassed as the male lifted her ass up.

Vyn chuckles at her wording, also her face reddened as she avoids eye contact only cautious of her bum.

“It's only natural, my dear.” He reaches for her face to kiss her. “No need to be so embarrassed about it around me.”

As if they haven’t known the dark aspects of each other that can be far worse or can make other things inconsequential, no?

It’s amusing.

As if an intrusive thought pushed Vyn, he tugs it gently to loosen up, it immediately sucks back in her hole. She violently jerks at the sensation of the buttplug. It really is the first time for her to try it out.

“Hngh, Vyn… no, not so suddenly… not like that.” her breath shakes.

It piques pleasure to the silver-haired male to see her like this. Vyn’s taking steps slowly as he knows how to gradually raise her pleasure.

Yule even plans to go commando but even like this, she’s already dripping wet.

Vyn pulls her panties up, further soaking them with her juices that it stains a part of her thong.

“Oh, what an exquisite color,” he runs through her plump and erect clit simultaneously. It came off as a double meaning with her bright red core. He then lifts her up a bit to get a clearer view.

The golden buttplug is shimmering like Vyn's dilated pupils, he licks his lips as if anticipating her like a meal.

No objectifying women in this household but damn, why is she such a damn price?

He runs through the silver rimmed, golden gem residing on her butthole. “Did you mean to buy this color upon hearing my request?”

“I-I, hnmm… Vyn.” She is growing delirious, barely nodding at him. She's already a drooling mess at the touch of his long fingers. “I only picked the item, but I received it like that.” She also was surprised upon receiving it to be honest.

“As if by coincidence? It's meant to be yours then… I am certain it adds up to you thinking of me upon inserting it.” Vyn smirks, touching her more. He’s now preparing the piece of fabric to wrap around her eyes. His hot breath tickles her earlobes. “But… I am afraid I must waste some of your effort putting it in.”

Vyn blindfolds Yule, pulling her near but his closeness is obvious how Vyn is hovering over her body.

Unsure and anticipating where his finger will next land, she breathes out in the thrill of the unknown. Yule is feeling herself getting wetter the more that his touches doesn't hit her sensitive core.

The more he avoids it, the more she pools over in pleasure.

“Don’t be such a tease…”

With that, he quickly tends to her request, as if no transition from being gentle to full-on energetic in his actions.

“That would be hard for me to fulfill, dear.”

Vyn gave her a brief implication and assurance as he would be shifting by gently cupping her face, much like a warning on how conflicting it is to his roughness.

His smile is quite the opposite of how disorienting his hot fingers are riveting in and out of her wet core.

“F-fuck…” She heaves in as a string of saliva attempts to slip off her lips. Yule remains her butt sticking out as Vyn fingers her mercilessly. Every joint and edge of his long, veiny fingers hit her pussy devilishly, the only thing missing is that she feels the blood running in him at every pump he does. Is he this good at fingerfucking?

Any more she will slip off the table if not gripping on its edges so tightly.

“Please, ah-uhh… shit, just anything other than the fingers… I want more.”

“Where, dear? Here…?” He grazes painstakingly by her buttplug, already drenched and surrounded by her juices.

“There, there, yes, there please, Dr. Richter.”

“Getting more honest now, huh? Just how I like it. Not even words are needed as your wetness already begs to be tended badly,” he breathes out. Vyn smells of mint, sandalwood, and hints of rubbing alcohol.

After a sloppy kiss, she reaches sightlessly by his nape, pulling him closer into a kiss.

“It’s so fucking, good…” she shamelessly blurts out. Even she was surprised that she was still continuously leaking juices. It’s embarrassing how very wet she is, even on how tight his fingers are being sucked by her pussy.

Vyn gently places a kiss on the side of her forehead, in turn, Yule reaches for anything other than the table. She wants Vyn’s warmth, can’t I at least feel his hard-on?

The lady is really craving his dick so early on in the act, and Vyn is just warming her up. But to her luck, it wasn’t that soon that the man moved to his next step. Before she begs him about what she wants to do though.

“I want to pleasure you first.”

Yule wasn’t able to do it last time. She wants to make up for it.

“You sure?” Vyn asks.

With how she switches their positions, she slightly pushes the taller man to the table to make him lean onto it. She directly looks at him with such seductive eyes, and with a prompt nod from the man, she proceeds. 

He makes sure she's in between his legs, ready to let loose his erect member tenting up his trousers. She nods, letting her mouth do its thing by placing the zipper in between her teeth to pull it down devilishly.

Just by observing the bulge itself, underneath it already looked big. But considering he’s European, oh Lord, he’s a foreigner and she should already expect this. But it still left her shocked seeing how he's huge, mouth-agape at the sight quite literally.

She sprung free his erection in a cinch, seeing how he was still reaching underneath her sweater onto her chest while she was doing her work. She pulls away momentarily and looks up at him.

“No can do, this first…”

Never that she wants to do anything for man, but at this point it’s as if she is the one in control of how she will devour him.

She didn't get to look at it closely, but his size really is overwhelmingly big, from the thickness to the length and width. No wonder she's filled to the brim last time.

It filled her with nervousness every time, but by the twist at the pit of her stomach, it was more on the anticipation.

Next comes the saliva that she easily satiated as she gapes her mouth, finally putting his dick in her mouth.

Vyn hisses at the warmth, even from the proximity of her hot breath had him weaken prior, even if it isn’t as overt how he’s affected by her mere presence.

With a bit of difficulty, she moistened his girth, further pushing his erection down her throat. 

“Uhmpphh!” She flinches along the hitch of her breath as Vyn bulks his hips involuntarily.

Vyn holds onto her cheek, gently stroking her face as a way to apologize. He checks on her with sheer concern, it's their first time doing this as to why he wants to test her limits. 

With the way he was softly looking at her, she had to melt into his golden gaze.

“Sorry, love, a-ahhh, I got a bit carried away.” he says.

She felt ditzy, and the butterflies sprung free. 

“That goes to show I’m doing a good job?” she beams, licking teasingly at his twitching girth. The added twitch as she grabbed hold of his hard-on answer to her query.

“Very much so.” He nods, smirking as she even has the appeal to taunt him at this moment. Vyn’s hand landed atop her head, he tenderly stroked her hair, opposite to her rigorous motions.

She takes pride in that, immediately boosting her confidence as she continues sucking him off. The loud slurping noises reflect how she maneuvers her sloppy performance.

With every bop of her head, added to a moan emitting off Vyn’s lips. She had no other choice but to add to his pleas of pleasure, tuning along with him. It sounds mellifluous, music to her ears the same effect as a sonata would carry her off to its melody.

“Ah, ahhh… anymore, and I will be close,” he says in between his groans. Yule took this as noted, shifting to sucking him to licking his tip, gripping her fingers tightly around his dick, down his base and sensitive spots consistently. 

Vyn grabs hold onto his self-control, careful not to pull her hair too much that it would hurt her scalp.

He heaves in a breath, his eyes momentarily darken with intensity.

She pauses for a moment as Vyn taps onto her shoulders.

“Undress,” he directs, pointing to her shirt. He pushes her off smoothly and with a pop, it makes her look at him. “Actually, just this, I want to enjoy what you prepared.”

Yule quickly does as he says, pulling her shirt over her ‘till she shows her plump chest, cinched in nicely in her lace bralette. Vyn moves close to her, grazing his finger by her bum, squeezing it then gesturing back to her previous spot.

She feels the man’s penis ever growing more in her mouth as she serves him fellatio.

From time to time, Vyn would stop her briefly from moving, his gentle hold would indicate him checking up on her as he goes deeper and deeper into the back of her throat. Her breathing would also interchange with his movements.

Her head continued to bop up and down, it was easy to hit the back of her throat, giving her a bit of a sensation as if she was choking. His taste is enough to fleetingly switch her mind on and off. She could get high off the feeling of having Vyn like this.

Yule readjusts her position, kneeling securely as she uses her other hand pumping at his length. Grabbing hold of his coiled-up balls with her mouth, she sucks on it.

Vyn groans.

He runs his fingers through her chin, then goes through her sweet lips. His gesture is as if a knife cutting through her with his piercing gaze.

He makes her suck his fingers. “Is this to your liking, love?”

Vyn then cups her face, gently caressing it then gives her a soft, stinging blow. Then another, she barely twitched as Vyn slapped the sore side of her face.

Yule grins shamelessly, swallowing his cock back in her throat every after slap.

Vyn, in turn, softens again his touch on her cheek, then slaps her in pattern to his doing as if conditioning in a way. “I thought so too.”

He pushes her back into deepthroating him, feeling its hard twitching sensation at the back of her throat, she almost gags.

On how hard it is, is he still holding onto it too much? 

With a loud pop, she lets go of his erection, she pumps the base of his dick, making rounds at his tip. “You can let it out, you know… Please, you can release it all over me.”

The stimulation of his sex had him reply to her with a muffled “Alright.”

On how hard she is sucking onto him, it isn’t helping on keeping up with her pace.

The view from Vyn’s perspective had a similar effect of his system going haywire. If anything, the least that he wants to do is have Yule serve him this way. But the sparkle in her eyes, close to blank, darkened stares, had him infer that she is enjoying this. 

So Vyn just let her, tapping in quite literally by holding onto her stuffed cheeks. The irony of having cute aggression in her sexually aroused face also added fuel to his libido. Just how attracted is he to this person that he’s this down bad?

And what luck did he have to trade in his previous life to receive the same feelings he harbors?

“Yule…” The hold on her face tightens a bit as it transitions to white all over.

Not too long, strings of white springs out his dick, covering her face down to her bare chest. With a satisfied lick on his seed, it is anything but a bitter ending to her lips as they’re just getting started.

“Good girl,” he rasps, his voice still shaky from the ejaculation.

He pats her head, hand going down to her face, a bit sticky in the aftermath, but there remains a wide smile on her face. Even as he hands her a wet tissue to wipe off any of his juices left.

As if finishing off with a high, she sways her butt out giddily, as if taunting the man to target her.

Right after the momentary break and freedom, her body meets the wooden office table once again. Vyn locks both of her hands by her back, pressing it harder to restrain her. It added an extra tightness around her holes, but it didn’t hinder one bit as Vyn slipped off her buttplug.

With a pop, Yule almost whimpers at the sensation. She only got louder as he stroked his fingers at anything but directly at her sensitive, wet spots.

“Stop being a tease, Vyn!” She's been told to not raise her voice with someone, but this is a different case.

To something gentle, turned into a stinging touch. Vyn slapped her ass. “Is that how you address your doctor?”

“Ahh! I thought we’re good with—”

Seeing how he did it again, it’s obvious she didn’t answer correctly.

“S-sorry, sir…” she sighs, her hisses soften as he caresses the spot.

“Good… I’ll let you off for now.”

He’s enjoying this too much huh?

His obvious joy continues at how he’s stroking his erection by her ass crack. Vyn uses his dick on getting her moist cunt juices, desperately leaking since the start of their sexual antics, it easily acted as lube on what’s coming ahead.

“Now behave well, my pet.” 

As if her submissive position wasn’t enough, he grips her wrists as he slips his cock in her butt hole.

Finally— it left her eyes rolling over into bliss, tongue out like a dog how he’s doing her raw. In and out, this newfound sensation of anal sex throws it right off their to-do list. But that doesn’t mean they won’t be doing this again. The current location was just an extra cherry on top of the spicy experience and thrill.

The sounds of skin slapping resounding along her whimpering, it was as if it's a crescendo on how she’s feeling him getting bigger and bigger inside her ass.

She’s filled tight in a different way, even on how full she feels, his dick fills her hole differently.

Turns out her languishing isn’t out of vain. 

One thing Yule is still adjusting —besides his big-ass cock— on how a man can be so good, kind, and how they can keep one’s word. 

In a snap of how his fingers glide across her sensitive, erect bud, she yelps. 

“Hnghhh, Vyn, ple-please, take it slow.” She feels dizzy at the added double sensation on her clit.

As if also drowned out in pleasure, Vyn doesn’t bat an eye as he continues to stimulate his lady.

“Are you sure that’s what your body is telling us, my love? Be honest.” he says, almost a growl on how low his tone hit as deep as his fingers caved in her pussy. 

“Ahhh… fuck, uh-ahhh… too much… goood.” She only grows louder and wetter as she grabs hold onto the edge of the table. The slow caressing of his fingers by her heated sex seems to not align with her need to slow down.

Vyn licks his fingers, also letting out his drool drip down to her ass to add more lubrication to her already wet core. He reaches down as his fingers lap in her juices. Her folds just smoothly glide Vyn’s fingers, her aching core swollen for each curl of his fingers.

Vyn interchange from caressing her gently to twisting his digits into her. He reaches deeper, hitting her sweet spot as he also curls it at intervals.

"Haa... ha! More, please!"

His growing member is spreading apart her cheeks, filling in the gaps as he ravenously fucks her ass mercilessly.

The sound of her moaning made his golden eyes flicker for a moment. He meets eyes with her glimmering eyes as it’s already filled with pleasured tears on each corner.

It left no time for her lips to remain closed, agape as it hardly contained any of her moans. Each syllable emits vowels and consonants specifically spelling out Vyn’s name.

“More… ooohh, ah- ah! Shit-fuck me…” She can no longer filter her foul tongue on how much it's swaying along her movements as Vyn fucks her senseless. He kindly does more as he grabs her weft of hair, pulling it enough to sting in pleasure. It twists a tight rope further in her guts.

Yule could only be this nasty and vulnerable to Vyn's touch.

“You're so good, pet. Oohh, uh, yes… fhhh-haaa… You feel so good, Yule.” Vyn winces whilst groaning at her thriving tightness.

The oppositions of those two tones mixed in the scent of their sex, on how sweet and rough the effect they have on each other. It just blends in so perfectly.

He grabs hold of her chest, resisting himself from taking off her lingerie as it's not yet time. The clothed sensation brushing along the tips of his fingers added to his anticipation. Her scent drives him intoxicated by how pleasant and smooth she feels gliding along his skin. Much like sugar and honey, he wants to cave in further to this delicious sap.

At last, Vyn lets her face him, legs spread apart wide as he continues to make love with her. Still not letting her pussy be neglected as he fingers her, with much more attention now.

She writhes in place, in the middle of hovering her limbs as she curls both her toes and gripping at the edge of the table supporting her. Vyn's hold of her chest, flicking her nipples then tracing his fingers around it. The touches on her torso added to the ecstasy of being high, suspended on a tightrope.

Yule returns her glances at Vyn's golden eyes, bringing back any means of her consciousness to ground herself. But his sharp glances are such a double-edged sword on how gorgeous he is to make her libido levels at full overdrive, and at the same time, calm down her senses.

Even her body's response system is whacked.

Direct and consistent, he keeps his pace, and calculating by his size and pulsations, it appears that Vyn himself is already coming close to his edge. Yule anticipates herself of her white climax.

“Yes, yes, haa... ha, please… that's it, Dr. Richter…” she begs for more as his dick continues ramming in and out of her ass, leaning towards the man for a kiss to which such a sloppy one was exchanged between them.

The sweat dripping down on their bodies stained the table, leaving its surface with the shape of her body. All the while, the cold sweat formed by his sideburns exudes his excitement.

Feeling his hot breath close to her neck, it sprung goosebumps in her body. She feels every fiber of her being fabricating closer and closer accumulating to her core. Just as she's almost complete with her build-up, his soft gaze on hers dissipates as he pulls out suddenly.

“Hmm… Vyn?”

It left Yule feeling empty, as if her guts were pulled out. She blinks in disbelief as she only gets a touch by her waist from him, almost idle as he just keenly observes her.

“Please continue… I'm close to cumming…” she forthwith, leaning back and begging for his cock back inside her.

He remains callous at her pleas to cum, edging her to the verge of breaking down.

On how much he had plummeted her on the edge, her trembling body aches for that release. Only if he permits her.

How vile can one’s silence be? His look enough can be knee-weakening.

“Some things are still limiting us, I'm afraid this is no longer needed.” He starts unhooking her bra off her.

Along this, he strips off each article of his clothing. She in turn helps him unbutton, watching in awe at how his toned muscles mark through his polo shirt.

With slight impatience, Vyn crashed his lips on hers, pinning Yule down the surface of the table.

One by one her piece of clothing meets the floor, until she looks like a beautiful nude painting all for Vyn Richter to be mesmerized by.

“You’re so beautiful,” He breathes in her scent. "All mine."

She barely responds with her breath hitching, moaning as she almost streaks her nails down his back as he bangs her harder into reverie.

As a change of pace, her bare chest meets the cold pillar of his office. Later moved to a residing vacant area where they will be comfortable to fuck.

Yule is pushed against the wall with her arms both pressed above her. The restriction gave her more room for pleasure, her kinky self unleashed as Vyn manhandles her more.

The nastiness of it all pushes her further to shamelessness. But she no longer cares.

Yule just lets herself be, free of any guilt and just be in the present moment of bliss. Her shaking figure is anything but agitated. She's just filled with pleasure that her body cannot contain it to keep still.

She has full autonomy of her own body. Her skin and bones are who she dictates. Her beautiful mind... independent and unique. For as long as she's taking damn well care of herself, she's doing more than enough!

No longer she is torn down by her thoughts of shame and guilt, and Vyn is to thank here. He had transformed her into more confident than ever. Outside of the bedroom, he has done nothing but praise and kind treatment. He is genuinely just caring towards her. With his constant reassurance and appreciation of Yule. On how beautiful she is... who wouldn't turn vain this way?

She even asks for Vyn to spank her, with him initiating to slap her pretty face the next.

The lady is close to tears though this is anything but punishment to her. It's as if a way to gain control, with the consent of it all being done to her. At the very least, this act has her full consent, and she knows the reason behind it.

Yule doesn't want to blame this on her messed-up childhood; being spanked and beaten up as punishment. And God forbid Freud wins another argument on this one, but damn, why does pain soothe the wounds in my heart too well?

“You like this a lot, I can tell…”

The dominance in his tone hits caverns down her whole body. She no longer cares.

What matters is the present, and at this very moment, goddamn, this feels fucking good!

If not for Vyn's free hand grabbing hold of her neck, she would be locked up in heaven on how devilish his hips are moving to hers.

It hits deeper this way.

Holy fuck!

He reaches for her now erect nipples, pinching and twisting them in rhythm, adding to the sensation of delight. She could only be shameless to even have a nerve to smile in the middle of this indecent act.

Vyn cups her chest for further escaping from swaying too much as he thrusts into her.

“Damn, ­oh-you’re really, ha—not letting me w-walk after this, fhhnngh…” Yule barely sounds coherent. She is only able to be fluent in moaning at this point.

She tries all her might to stay standing but she’s losing quite quickly on the power Vyn has with his torso.

“That was my plan all along.” Vyn grins, seeing how far he's taking her to cloud nine, the dick fucking her scorching core swallows her entire being in paradise.

As if the stimulation to her chest, clit and pussy wasn’t enough, the kisses down her back strikes Cupid's arrow to her knees, permeating her senses enough to gravitate her close to orgasm.

But not yet that she's reached Valhalla.

Seeping into the position she got herself into, she had her boobs dangling forwards and backward as he rams harder, faster in her tight pussy. All this whilst Vyn stimulating clit, feeling his long fingers rubbing on her sensitive core. 

The dirty noises cloud her system, she wasn't even processing properly how she's moved yet again.

Now Vyn pressed Yule against the glass wall, she blushed passion fruit red on how bare-naked she felt meeting the surface of the glass.

“Yes… ha, ah! More, ohh!” She lets out an erotic whimper as Vyn moves her for her sensitive erect knobs to glide across the cold surface. She hits deeper into the glass, her hands barely supporting herself as she grows sweaty and tired.

“What a li’l slut you are,” Vyn bellows, Yule involuntary gasps on how quick Vyn caught on to her dirty trail of thoughts. 

He felt her vagina walls twitch in line with her kinky thoughts, so it was foolproof for him not to even notice.

“Only for you.” She flushed a deeper crimson shade (if that was even possible), there's no use denying it. Yule could only gulp down her remaining face.

Vyn only chuckles at her meekness.

“There could be no other that will ever see you in this state. You’re mine.”

As if ingraining a reminder, it wasn’t enough as Vyn is even shaping her insides with his dick. If that doesn’t mark on her mind to commemorate this moment… Maybe this is also needed.

Yule felt a stinging bite by her neck. She winced as he sucked hard like a vampire feasting, Vyn marked her bare skin in red and purple.

“Vyn… I’m all yours.”

He easily repositions her, supporting her legs to get hold of her eagle spread. He is carrying her to a more stable wall, not leaving gaps of dismay as he slips his dick into her with no further delay.

Her smaller stature bounces at his rigorous energy, the sound of skin hitting the glassed surface tensed her cunt tighter.

At every hit of the glass, it draws them closer and closer to their highs. She grabs hold of Vyn’s wide shoulders, reaching near to his neck as she moans out his name fervently.

Vyn is panting, not out of tiredness but out of excessive pleasure as he’s hitting close his climax. Yule also tightens around him, and it’s not long until he pulls out.

White ribbons spread on her chest as he cums.

He pushed back inside momentarily to pleasure her tight hot walls. It was squeezing tighter around him; the torrid sensation quickly made her reach her peak. The feeling reverberates as he rides along his orgasm in her cunt.

“I’m close, Vyn!” She grips his shoulders, almost scratching him as she further grazes her fingers moving down his back. She shudders at the progressing movements, adding another spike to her orgasmic chain.

After catching their breath, Vyn carries her by the table, putting his white coat over her tired body. It can be easily discarded after in the wash.

Yule is still a bit feeble as she leans her head on Vyn's chest. “Thank you for entertaining my fantasies. Even making them come to life today.”

She missed landing a kiss on his chin, leaving a soft kiss by his neck.

“Heh, can you come closer?” she sheepishly requested, Vyn leaned closer it also gave him a chance to observe her.

She barely used the wipes Vyn provided her.

He just shakes his head, chuckling as he does the favor to wipe her. Partly, he was at fault for putting her through exhaustion. The silver-haired man brushes her stray hair back, he then caresses her head.

“What am I here for if not providing for you?” He smiles, the tension and lewdness of earlier is slowly dispelling as he turns gentle. Well, he always is a gentleman in how he fulfills her needs and wants.

“I really appreciate it, everything that you do and everything about you really.” Yule places a kiss on his; square into his lips this time.

“Does it hurt, anywhere, love?” He checks up on her, even when she shakes her head ‘no’. As if to make up for it, he gently caresses her body. Lovingly, he stares at her as he kisses her all over; on the edges and every crevice that he had acted rough on her.

And all the more it filled her heart with warmth.

Their twists and turns revolve greater into intrigue, and they are willing to explore more of each other head-on.

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[jademint2581]

This should be fine, Kai thinks to himself when gathering the necessary ingredients among other groceries at the store. This is nothing more than me fulfilling a task Mr. Chidouin has given me.

This should do.

Back at the house Kai, after he's put away most of what he brought, starts the preparation process. Intending to get the most out of every moment he has left until it's time.

The rich darkness of the espresso swallows up the liqueur. It's as if the liquid is not a blend of two, but a reunion of that which has always been one and the same. In not just colour, but scent as well. The heat of the coffee is still there, but only faintly. Receding. Giving way to the relative coolness of the room. Ceasing. Gone. Kai finds himself feeling up his palms and fingers against the cup, holding onto the warmth as it leaves.

He lets go. This won't do.

Watching the vibrantly orange yolks and sugar combine into the beginnings of a custard is relaxing. The blades spin, the bain marie steams away and the mixture thickens. Bit by bit it thickens over the mild heat. Kai is mesmerized by the gradual change of the consistency, allowing himself to become absorbed into the slowing of time.

It's not the time yet. Not yet.

The creases deepen and the ropes thicken. It's time to get on with it. No matter how much one would like to prolong a moment, time cruelly marches on and the moment before is lost. The moment yet to come drawing nearer than before. The inevitable.

Mascarpone, vanilla extract, spinning blades. A moment more.

Whipping the cream to stiff peaks. Then fold, fold, fold. Each one a slow, steady step forward to the Hades.

Kai hears himself hum as he dips the savoiardi into the now cold, liqueur-spiked coffee. The tone is off and he repeats the errant part, unintentionally growing closer to being grounded in reality. As his delicate grip fails and a biscuit drops into the cup completely, he jolts back into the present.

He has to fish for the ladyfinger from the cup before it becomes too soaked, which almost has him swearing. Odd. My hands, shaking? Kai wagers it's just because he hasn't eaten for a while. Something about the shoemaker's children going barefoot. He chuckles at his silly negligence, shaking off the jitters as they scale his arms and sides.

Layer by layer, the deep dish becomes full and it's time to set it aside to wait for the moment it's supposed to be served. Kai stows it away in the fridge and closes the door. Now, I shall make the hours count.

Kai occupies himself with the other usual tasks around the house, making sure not to be seen by little Miss Sara once she arrives home with her mother. It's almost quite the entertaining game of dancing in the shadows, paving the way for the Chidouin daughter to have an ordinary day. It takes his mind off of whatever it is that he buries in with the layers of soaked cake and cream.

The hours go by and the kitchen is empty again. It's nearly time. Kai's jaw feels terribly stiff tonight.

Kai digs up the now cool and well-developed dishful of dessert from the fridge. When he dusts the top with some cocoa powder, his throat feels dry.

Supposedly, this kind of dessert is not exactly to Sara's liking, which is... fine, Kai supposes. It's quite alright.

Seems like only Mr. Chidouin himself is going to enjoy this treat prepared by Kai. Only one person to impress.

I sincerely hope you like it, sir. That's what Kai would've said if he could've spoken when he set a small plateful of the delicacy on Mr. Chidouin's desk.

Mr. Chidouin doesn't dismiss Kai. Kai takes this as a sign to stay and hear the verdict.

Mr. Chidouin barely breaks eyecontact as he enjoys the first few spoonfuls. He hums in satisfaction for the taste and texture but most of the sound is drowned out by the rushing of the veins in Kai's head, ringing in his ears.

You make a mean tiramisu, boy. I really like it. Make it again for me sometime, won't you?

Kai makes no face, instead responding with an of course, sir. This is not the time nor place. This is not the time nor place, he chants against the echoing shells of his consciousness.

With these words of acceptance Chidouin casts a warm smile Kai's way and enjoys more of the specially prepared tiramisu. The tiramisu Kai intended to be enjoyed, to be consumed. Kai can't help but lose the sight of where and why he is as he watches Mr. Chidouin so gleefully taking in the entirety of the delicious serving.

Finally the Chidouin Master chuckles and dismisses Kai, not having realised he must do so before Kai would find it appropriate to leave. Kai leaves with a modest bow and makes haste for the washing room. He silently glides through the air, not even feeling his feet on the lovely parquet of his new home.

The laundry ought to be moved into the drier.

In the washroom, Kai is alone. The time he'd dreaded had come and gone. Passed. I passed.

He holds the newly washed, still damp pink sweater of Miss Sara in his trembling hands as it catches his tears. In the silence, he can hear them make a quiet dapping sound upon hitting the fabric.

Oh dear, this won't do... This won't do at all.

[elliesnotes]

please mommy? ! spencer reid x reader

⭑ you’re off to work but your daughter and husband are doing everything they can to make you stay

this takes place during cm: evolution ! reader is referred to as mom !

your alarm blared loudly in your ears as your hand hit the nightstand trying to shut it off. you hear your husband beside you groan in annoyance at the noises, which causes you to roll your eyes. i’m sure you had two hours of sleep too, babe.

a sigh of relief came from your mouth when you finally hit the alarm. you groggily forced yourself up and stretched your arms with a yawn. you make your way to the bathroom for a cold morning shower to wake and freshen you up. after your shower, you brush your teeth and change into your clothes. then you head downstairs to make breakfast for your daughter and husband while they’re still sleeping soundly, something you wish you can get more of.

you constantly check your phone to see if someone from the bau texted you. thankfully you haven’t received any messages yet, which gives you more time with your family. you finish cooking and you start setting up the table. three placemats, three plates, three sets of spoon and forks, two coffees, and one glass of milk. it’s been a long time since you were able to have a spot of the table. usually you’re out of the house right now, but not today! you rush quickly upstairs to wake up everyone for breakfast before the food gets cold.

“ann?” you called out, “ann, sweetheart, time for breakfast.” you peeked into her room and noticed that something was off. you inch closer to her bed to shake her awake. you placed your hand gently on her leg and gave her a light shake. odd enough, that was definitely not her leg. you lifted up the blanket and saw that it was a pillow under!!

your daughter was nowhere to be seen.

“diane!?” you yelled. you frantically rush out of her room and into your shared bedroom. “spencer! where is diane!?” you yelled at your supposedly sleeping husband.

you then hear a giggle from diane and a hush sound coming from spencer. your widened eyes then softened when you realized your daughter’s whereabouts. “ohmygod don’t ever scare me like that again.” you said. a fake snore erupts from spencer and your daughter yawns.

you crossed your arms and pouted. “i know you two are awake.”

“no we’re not!” your daughter says as she peaks over the covers to look at you.

“oh then i guess i’ll eat all of the breakfast then..!” you shrugged. a worried look plasters your daughter’s face. she quickly got out of bed and hugged your leg. “nooo mommy don’t!” she cried. spencer props himself on one arm on the bed and stared directly in your eyes. “nooo mommy don’t!” he mimicked. a scowl appeared on your face and it made him laugh.

“go brush your teeth so we can have breakfast before i go to work.” you said. a smile plasters her face and she quickly runs to the bathroom. she rarely ever has breakfast or lunch with you around, so she’s always excited when you still have time. you then walk towards your shared bed with spencer and you sit on the edge next to him. “did you tell her to come here?” you asked.

“no, she ran here herself,” spencer laughed. “she said if mommy couldn’t find me then she can have breakfast with us.”

“awh… wait— stop doing that!”

“doing what?!”

“that— ugh whatever.” you pushed him with all of your force yet he still didn’t go down. he chuckles at your pathetic attempt of getting back at him. you frown and grab both sides of his face. you plant a small kiss on his forehead, then his cheeks, his nose, and finally his lips. “look who’s laughing now,” you laughed as spencer became red and shy.

“whatever…” was all he could mutter.

“okay let’s go have breakfast before—“ a ding suddenly interrupts you. a sigh escapes your mouth and you hope and wish it really isn’t who you think it is. you hesitantly turn on your phone and see the notification. “speaking of the devil.” you stared at luke’s text telling you that rossi got a lead and we need to meet as soon as possible.

“you have to go to work?” spencer asks. you turn to look at him and he’s giving you those big brown puppy eyes. “those don’t work on me anymore—“

“you’re going to work mommy?” a child’s voice comes from the door. you turn to look at diane standing at the doorframe. she runs up to you and clutches your leg. “but you can’t!” she cries, giving you the same big brown puppy eyes.

you sigh as you say, “but those do work on me.” you picked up diane and placed her on your lap. “i’m sorry sweetie but—“

“no! you’re having breakfast with us! please please mommy! with a cherry on top!” she begged. you couldn’t resist your daughter’s pleas and her puppy eyes. you think about all of your lates and absences… but you couldn’t think of any time you were late or absent… because you were never late or absent, unless it was mandated. you turn to look at spencer, who was now sitting beside you. you stared at him for an answer. and he gives you one. a very, unsatisfying answer.

“please mommy.”

you glared at him. “what?” he innocently responded to your look. spencer acting clueless is driving you insane. you looked back at your daughter who’s still looking at you with those pleading eyes. but you didn’t miss the quick glance exchange she had with your husband, though. you turned back to spencer and see him staring again with those pleading eyes. they resemble each other so much it made you jealous.

you can’t count how many times you sighed this morning, but you sighed in defeat. “fine i’ll text work. but if i get in trouble then it’s both of your faults!”

diane and spencer cheer happily. your daughter hops off your lap and hugs spencer’s leg. “we did it papa!” she exclaimed.

“yeah, we did.” he said as he still stared at you. his puppy eyes were replaced with those loving ones, the ones he used to openly show that he was admiring you (because he’s always admiring you of course, but sometimes he wants you to know that he is). “race you to the table!” he challenges diane.

she quickly removes herself from his leg and runs downstairs with giggles. you and spencer get up and follow behind her. your steps were stopped by the stairs as spencer pulls you into a hug from behind. “are you sure you want to be late?” he asks, his breath fanning on your neck.

“i’m already late anyways.” you said, turning and tilting your head to look at him in the eyes. “well thank you mommy.” he gives you a quick peck on the lips. you roll your eyes and pull him into a long, passionate kiss. you both pull away and his eyes travel all over your face.

“what was that for?” he laughs.

“for being a jerk.”

“looks like i should be a jerk more often then.”

you smile as you hit his shoulder, “no, shut up. our daughter is waiting.”

you guys moved quickly down the stairs and into the kitchen. diane was sitting down at the table eating, “you gushs ‘re shooo slow!” she says with her mouth full of food.

“ann, don’t talk with your mouth open.” spencer reminds as he makes his way to his spot at the table. he grabs a tissue and wipes pancake off of diane’s mouth. you stand still and stare at the both of them. you process the sight and take as much of it in as possible. its been a long time since you were able to have a loving, family breakfast. “come on mommy, your pancakes will be cold!” your daughter calls.

you smile and sit down at the table. you grab your phone from your pocket and scroll to find luke’s message.

you: gonna be late, let the others know.

luke: 👍

luke: that’s a first. did something happen?

you: spencer and diane happened.

[afticxs]

TWILIGHT GEARS chapter one

light poked in through your bedroom curtains, making you stir from your slumber. a large exhale exhausted from your lungs and you looked around, confused.

usually, your dad woke you up, at the same time, without fail. it was way past two in the afternoon. your dad gets you up at nine fifteen every single day. you looked around, sorting out your bed head as much as you could without your usual components.

stumbling out of bed, you limped out of your bedroom, still dazed with sleep, and padded your way towards your father’s room at the end of the hall.

“dad?” your head peaked in, scanning his perfectly made bed. it was the same as he left it yesterday. you huffed, maybe he was downstairs..

rushing down the hall, passing by doors and lively objects that decorated the otherwise lonely house. your feet thudded on the wooden stairs as you jogged down them, swinging around the banister post as you called out for your dad again.

you turned your head to look over your shoulder, the rest of your body swivelling as you walked into your kitchen. everything remained untouched. muttering to yourself, you picked up the house phone on the counter. he hadn’t left you a voicemail or anything.

you were so confused.

he would’ve let you know if he was staying overtime for the day shift. your frowned, dialling his work phone. you held it up to your ear for about a minute before it went to voicemail.

“hi dad.. um where are you? just wanna make sure you’re okay, call me when you get this. bye, love you.”

you put the phone back down and sighed. i’m reading into it too much.. you thought, sitting down and turning on the tv. you flicked through channels until you came across footloose and put the remote on the coffee table.

bringing your legs up to your chest, you tucked your chin into your knees. you refused to think about your supposedly missing dad. you already thought he was missing, for pete’s sake! he’s still at work, you tell yourself.

you remain on the couch until footloose finishes, finally getting up to be productive. you hadn’t even brushed your teeth today!

you don’t remember a lot. you’ve never been outside the house, as far as you know. well, you have. once. you snuck out after seeing an advert on tv about freddy fazbear’s pizza. you begged your dad to let you go, but he was so persistent about keeping you inside.

he claimed that there were bad people out to get you. also that you had a fragile heart, which is why you can’t remember anything before your thirteenth birthday. that’s what your dad said.

so you snuck out when he was holed up in his study–this was before he worked the day shift. you briefly thought about the hospital staff giving your dad back the night shift, however he would’ve been asleep. in his empty bed.

you stole a few bucks off of the counter and left.

your dad found you shortly after, you didn’t even get to finish your pizza as he dragged you into the car and sped home. you remember his lecture carrying on until you got home.

you can’t leave the house, i instilled these rules to keep you safe, you have everything you need at home, you’re fragile and deathly sick. anything could cause something catastrophic. nobody knows what happened to you. nobody can know your face.

your dad was such a worry wart.

you find leftover lasagne to put in the microwave and watched it spin, boredom finally settling in. you sighed, looking at the clock. it read 04:27.

what the hell. actually, what the hell.

you began to grow nervous. what if he grew tired of you and left? dealing with your poor health must’ve taken a toll on him.

you frowned, suddenly not hungry and walking away towards the stairs. your feet dragged your body up the stairs and you shuffled towards your room.

you were never in your pyjamas for so long, you’re dad said staying in your bed clothes was pure laziness. so you changed.

it was a fairly hot evening, so you pulled on a pair of denim shorts and a basic top. while you were upset that your dad was gone, you could use this as an opportunity to explore.

after slipping your socked feet into your boots and tying them up, you found your dad’s money jar that was left on his desk. you pulled out a couple bucks, maybe ten and went on your merry way.

you liked freddy’s. the pizza was seriously enjoyable. it felt like a luxury, stepping anywhere outside that wasn’t your garden was a luxury.

you pulled open the door to the pizzeria, stepping through and being hit in the face with screaming kids. some ran around, squealing and laughing while three singing animatronics performed for the calmer ones who listened to the music.

weaving between the tables, you nervously shuffled up to the counter. you were taller than you were five years ago which mean you could see over the counter better this time.

“hi,” you smiled at the employee who smiled back, clearly tired of their shift, “hello, what can i get you today?”

like last time, you requested a cheese pizza and were told that if you sat on the spare table, someone would bring out your pizza.

after pulling out the cash you pocketed and paying, you settled in one in the corner as all the window seats being taken up. your fingers drummed unrelentingly, giving you something to do while you bided your time.

the children rushing past your table made you smile. they were so.. happy. they were free to do whatever they wanted without a paranoid parent telling them to stay inside all the time.

then, you sighed. was it bad that you were starting to think that your dad being away was good? just because you have freedom now. he wasn’t a horrible dad, no he was amazing. he just cared. a lot. too much.

the pizza you ordered being delivered to your table was what broke you out of your chain of thought. you thanked the waitress and immediately picked out a slice.

you chewed on the slice, enjoying the mozzarella in your mouth. a satisfied smile settled on your lips as you finished the crust. you got through about three slices and started a fourth before someone slide into the couch infront of you.

you placed down your half eaten pizza slice and looked at the boy who had a smirk on his face. he leant back, getting comfortable and you took the time to look at his nametag.

michael, s-m.

tilting your head, you waited for the employee to speak first.

“hey,” he started, “what’s your name, stranger?”

you look at him weirdly, but answer his question nonetheless, “y/n.”

michael smiled and pointed to his badge, “as you can already see, my name is michael.”

your shoulders jumped momentarily as you breathed in a bit too hard, “what does s-m stand for?”

michael rolled his eyes, “schmidt-afton, i prefer my ma’s name, though. my pa reeks.”

letting your tongue leave the roof of your mouth, you tutted accidentally, “ah.”

“why’re you here by yourself?”

your lips parted to make way for a breath before speaking, “i’m eating..” your eyes drifted back to your pizza slice. michael then scoffed a laugh, “obviously, but by yourself? that’s a whopping two thousand calories you’re consuming, pounds of oil too..”

“yeah,” you shrugged, picking your slice up and biting into your food again. there was silence between the two of you, the awkwardness only michael picked up on. why would you? the only interactions you’ve ever had are with your dad.

with a clearance of his throat, michael decided to start up a conversation again, “i don’t see you in here often.. or at all.”

your brow twitched slightly while you looked at michael through your lashes, “oh, i can’t leave my house.”

michael shuffled in his seat, leaning onto the table, “what, you’re grounded for life or..?” to him, you didn’t look like the type to do something to get you in your parent’s permanent bad book.

finally finishing your slice, you gulped, “no, my dad just doesn’t like it.”

“what, so he’s the freakazoid type?” michael suggested, raising a brow at you. he felt kind of bad. but your face twisted and you raised your voice, “hey! he’s a great dad.”

but if he was so great, why did he leave? he didn’t even say anything to you. if he was so great, he wouldn’t let you cry about him to a random boy as soon as he’s mentioned.

michael gasped, now feeling really bad. you cried, pushing the rest of your pizza slices away from you. your body trembled as you buried your palms in your eyes.

“i, i’m sorry! really, i didn’t mean to make you cry..!” the employee didn’t know what to do with his hands, his arm wavering back and forth while he fought a mental battle to decide wether or not he patted your shoulder.

you shook your head, still crying, “it’s not ya, your fault, it’s just that my, hah, dad just hasn’t come home f-from work yet and i, hic! don’t know where he is..!” you were sobbing so loudly, attracting attention from nearby tables, but you went on, “he hasn’t called or.. or anything, he just up and left! i think he’s tired of looking after me because my health is too high maintenance so he had enough of me and ran off somewhere!”

you sobbed and michael watched as your tears streaked down your arms and left crusted marks. michael’s fingers twisted around your wrists and brought your hands away from your now irritated eyes, “woah, hey don’t cry..”

you looked up at him, your eyes glistening in the pizzeria’s fluorescent light. michael hummed, looking down, “.. say, i’ll help you look for him!”

michael spotted that you visibly lightened up, “you will?”

the boy nodded, “yeah, as soon as my shift finishes in..” michael checks his wrist watch, “twenty minutes.”

you nodded, wiping your eyes with your arm, “thank you, it means a lot.”

the boy tossed you a handkerchief from his pocket as he stood up, “don’t mention it, i’ll see ya in twenty minutes.”

the pizza you ordered had been completely devoured by the time michael’s shift ended. he came over to the table you were at, “y’ready?”

eagerly, you nodded and stood up. your eyes were still slightly red, but for the most part you had completely composed yourself.

the two of you strolled down the streets of downtown hurricane as michael asked you questions, “where was he last at? work?”

you nodded, “yeah, he works at the emergency room.”

“that’s where we start then,” michael smiled at you, “we’ll see if he clocked out, if he has, then he’s probably waiting for you at home right now.”

“right.”

you let michael guide you to the hospital.

you had never seen this part of the city before. but you knew what your dad’s car looked like. it was parked outside the building. surely he’s still in there!

you don’t know the directions at all, but it appears michael does.

he knows those halls like the back of his hands.

you’re lead up to the front desk where a lady is frantically tapping away at her keyboard. michael aggressively clears his throat to gain her attention to which she turns her head, tilts her glasses down her nose, and looks up at the two of you through her lashes.

“can i help you?” she looks both of you up and down, physically, there is nothing wrong with you. that leads her to assume that maybe you’re both signing into the mental health ward.

“sorry, we don’t deal with mental instability..” she goes to turn her head again, smacking her gum. but michael scoffs, tapping the computer harshly, “actually, miss know-it-all, we want to know if..” he trails off, looking at you. you shrug, unsure of what he’s getting at.

michael leans down and whispers in your ear and your lips make a ring. you whisper back.

his arms cross over his chest, “we want to know if quinn lawrence is currently on the clock?”

the receptionist raised her brow before sighing, “give me a second.” there’s aggressive clicking and tapping before she leans in, pushing her glasses back up, towards the screen and leans back again.

with a straight face, she tells the two of you that your father clocked out yesterday and hasn’t signed back in since.

you gave a tight-lipped smile while michael tuts, “thanks fo’ nothin’, pal!”

he storms out of the reception, causing a scene as he grumbles loudly about the service here while you shortly apologise and scurry after him.

you both walk in silence until michael suggests that he walks you home as it was hitting the twilight hour. anything could happen, michael dramatised. you still let him walk you home.

stood outside your house, michael watches as you jog up your porch after he gave you his number, telling you to call if anything happens. he witnesses you turn around and wave and naturally, he returns it before walking off.

once your front door is locked, you kick your boots off and call out for your dad once more. but you’re met with an empty house. you frown once more and sadly drag yourself upstairs and into your bedroom where you can cry to your hearts desire and mourn your missing father.

[darkness-and-books]

As You Wish

James Kirk x gn!reader

⚠️: none really, for some reason reader hasn’t seen the Princess Bride

word count: 1,007

Jim was nice to you, but you thought nothing of it, he’s just a guy right? He was friends with everyone so it couldn’t be a big deal that he visited you in engineering yesterday morning. “Hey, Y/N!” Kirk greeted gleefully, “ow!” You sucked in a breath and attempted not to curse as you had hit your head on the counter you were working under. “Sorry! Are you alright?” He recoiled as he heard tools begin to clatter. “Yeah, I’m good. What’s up Jim?” You assured as you slid out from under the table, covered in grease and various other unidentified debris. “Well” Jim hesitated as he rocked on his heels with his hands held behind his back. “Brought you some water and a snack because Scotty said he hadn’t seen you leave the engine room since lunch yesterday” he finished in a rush as he held out the food and drink. “Aww, thanks you didn’t have to do that” You thanked him as you stood up. “Hey could ya open those for me” you requested, referring to the bag of pretzels Jim had brought. “Greasy hands” you explained as you waved your hands up in evidence of your point. “As you wish” Jim smiled as he opened it for you. “Oh hey, before you go, can I ask you a favour?” You asked Jim just as he set the pretzels on the table you had just been working under. “Of course, Y/N. What do you need?” Jim agreed instantly, “it shouldn’t take long, but it would be great if you could hold some wires in place for me while I secure them” you stated. Jim was already getting on the ground next to you as he said once more “As you wish”. ——— Or this morning when he was making a run for coffee and asked if you wanted some. Would have asked other people if they didn’t already have their own coffee, right? “Hey, Y/N! I’m getting coffee, you want some?” Jim asked before heading over to the turbo lift. “Yeah, could I have mine with ice though?” You asked, “As you wish” he replied just before hopping into the turbo lift. McCoy turned to you, “How in the stars are you still single?” He remarked, “What are you talking about?” You asked. “His ‘as you wish’ business?!?” McCoy pointed out, “I’m sure he says that to everyone!” You argue. “Oh bless your heart, he doesn’t say that to anyone else, and have you never seen the Princess Bride?” McCoy rambled. “No, what has that got to do with anything?” You ask defensively, “you’ll see, come to my quarters and we’ll watch it after my shift is over” McCoy stated simply, it wasn’t so much an offer as it was an order. Kirk came back a few moments later with coffee that you quite honestly forgot you had asked for. “Thank you” you said as you took it from him, “Of course” Jim replied, giving a cordial nod. ——— The shift had passed slowly, but it was over now and you were on your way to McCoy’s quarters to see a movie that would supposedly clear things up. You put the pin in the keypad (not that you’re supposed to have it, but what Starfleet Command doesn’t know, won’t hurt them). “Oh, hey!” McCoy greets before pausing a moment, “how’d you get in?” He asked in realisation. “I’m in engineering” you state plainly. Leonard seems a bit concerned by this, but moves to put on the movie anyway. “Sit down, you’re not gonna wanna stand the whole time” He says looking up to you from the couch. ———

An hour and a half later and all you could really remember of the movie was When he was saying as you wish, what he meant was I love you. You turned slowly to look at Leonard “and Jim’s seen this movie?!?” You ask in disbelief, “one of his favourites in fact” McCoy stated casually, as if this weren’t Earth shattering information. You ran out of the room and down the hall to Jim’s quarters. You had to do this before your courage ran away from you. You knocked on the door (you’re not really sure why you did it since there’s bell, but moving on), it was only a few moments before the door slid open. “May I have some tea” you requested quietly, you were banking on him saying it again, otherwise this didn’t work and it was just a random request for tea. Jim smiled down at you “As you wish” he declared softly and simply as he moved for you to come in. “I love you too” you had said just as he was turning around. You had said it so quietly that for a moment you weren’t sure Jim had heard you, if that were the case you were entirely prepared to forget about this. He turned toward you again and pulled you into a hug, it was full of warmth and it was tight. He pulled back to give you a kiss, just as warm and pleasant as his hug. Jim pulled away “Did you still want that cup of tea” he asked with a smirk, “as long as you’re offering” you say as you walk the rest of the way into his quarters. Something could vaguely be heard one room over, but you figure nothing of it. ————— Bonus scene: McCoy and Scotty had run into Spock’s quarters to put their ears against the wall closest to Kirk’s room. “Pay up, Scotty!” McCoy nearly shouts, “I told you I could do it!!” Scotty grumbles to himself as he pulls out his wallet. “Excuse me gentlemen, but I would appreciate it if you could leave now” Spock deadpanned, Leonard and Scotty look over to see Spock, wet and still wrapped in a towel. “I really hope you sleep in pyjamas, otherwise that’s a mental image I really don’t need!” McCoy spit as he and Scotty went back to their respective rooms.

Also this is what I used as the layout for the quarters in case you were wondering.

[invincible-selfxmade-punk]

Grocery shopping for the next couple of weeks is done. I made an order from Walmart and as soon as it was brought to me I realized I needed like five or six more things. So I had to go back out. Then since hubby is at work I had to bring everything in myself which is just exhausting. I think I am owed a nap.

My sister asked what I wanted for Christmas and it was pretty hard because I really have everything I need. I asked for more bedding and I've had my eye on some Firefly glass bracelets. I see the ads for Nogu constantly on here. I've been looking at the bracelets there and of course the more I look the more ads they send me. It's just their bracelets are fairly expensive and I'm so afraid that I'm going to spend the money and then they are not going to look like the ones in the pictures. I really want the green glow in the dark glass. So I found one on Etsy that was half the price and my sister ordered it. She also ordered us some monogram sheets and a bunch of bedding that just arrived today and I haven't even had the energy to open it up.

However she had also sent me something much earlier in the month that we had had a hard time getting delivered because neither one of us were home whenever you UPS came by. I started getting really curious about it because she said it was something very special that she saw it and thought of me. Well. , , it was delivered yesterday and oh boy...... I kind of felt like someone had given me a leg lamp. It was a set of super heavy Green Glass candelabras with dangling beads coming off the sides. And in the candelabras were these electronic candles that supposedly had their own remote control for that controlled how they flickered. It was the biggest ugliest monstrosity I think I have ever seen. And I guess she thought of me because it was Green and the Green Glass is very pretty but oh my God........ it's hideous. And I'm not even sure what the remote control is supposed to do we got the candles to turn on and that's about it.

They are so unbelievably heavy I guess if I could swing them they would make a great self-defense weapon. That's about the only good thing I can say for them.

But she is the only family I have and it is a thought that counts so I'm glad she was thinking of me.

Tomorrow I am going to go and send off my final Christmas present Period I was able to get two of my closest friends And my sister Personalized tumblers from this place that does it locally. For my other friend who Is usually In much more need of groceries, I sent a gift card from Walmart and she was able to get herself an air fryer and a few groceries with it. So that made me happy.

Tuesday I'm sitting up a table at the only coffee shop in town where I happen to know the owner fairly well. I'm trying to sell off these dozens upon dozens of extra Mary Kay cosmetics I ended up with.

I had ordered some of them for a teacher that I work with but when I had to discipline her absolutely hateful and disrespectful son who told almost every teacher on campus---- including her --'to shut up and go to hell.

I don't know what he told her about me but suddenly she did not speak to me anymore,, & hasn't spoken to me in the last year.

So of course she was unwilling to purchase all the Cosmetics she had actually ordered from me once they came in. *sigh*

Also last year I had to order $300 worth of cosmetics in order to keep my status as consultant. But then I just ran out of the energy to go out and sell the stuff. Most days I just want to go home and go to bed I don't want to track down any clients I don't want to give makeovers I just want to sleep. So anyway I'm trying to make whatever I can offer them and selling them cheap as stocking stuffers monday. Going to try to drag my carcass out of bed early and catch the morning Rush of people and I am so hoping I can sell a few things just to get them out of my hair.

[slavicafire]

On your breakfast struggles, it sounds like Muesli (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Muesli) is something that will fit right in. You can get readymade ones of most major brands (nestle, kellogs, or your local brands). They have nuts and oats which are quite healthy and filling. You just add warm or cold milk and some fruits to give it some flavour. You can also add peanut butter for a bit of creamy texture. Its not sweet (except for the fruits) and easy to digest and can be made savoury (with additions like peanut butter). If ready-made version is not available, you can just get the ingredient and mix them up in a big jar and use that. Its the same and probably cheaper that way.

Besides that you could try Poha (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poha_(rice)). Its a very common breakfast across India supposedly its easy to make and can be made overnight or early in the morning. I love it but have never bothered to learn to cook it. You can add peanuts and other things to it to make it more delicious and savoury.

I am a big fan of smoothies with coffee, protein powder, bananas, oats and nuts. Its not too sweet and quite filling. But along with it i usually grab atleast a peanut butter toast to fill my stomach. Peanut butter toast itself is one of my favourite breakfast of all times. Add some bananas to the toast and its even nutritious and healthy.

If you're not vegetarian or vegan, then omelette and toast is an easy and obvious choice. There is a version of omelette in India called Masala Omellete which is basically eggs with diced tomato, onion, capsicum; salt and pepper, and a few other spices (if you have any), beaten / mixed throughly and then cooked on a hot pan. I am guessing you didnt immediately go for omelette coz you don't want to cook. (I might have missed this if you have mentioned it. Sorry).

For a while i would just grill a bunch of chicken and put it in the fridge. It would last few days during which every morning i'd just heat it up and slap it on to a cheese toast. Its delicious and filling and feels like a full breakfast and takes less than 5 mins to put together if you already have grilled chicken.

Another go to i have is a cottage cheese or boiled egg salad. Cottage cheese can just be had as is. It doesn't need cooking. So just mix in a bunch of veggies (tomato, onion, capsicum, cucumber, carrot are easy choices coz they don't need cooking), throw in some sauces (whatever you have hummus, ranch, mayo, barbecue, sweet onion, literally whatever); salt & pepper; shake it up and you're done.

Honestly my go to on busy mornings is a peanut butter toast, which i quickly put together and just take with me and nibble on as i rush to work.

Hope this helps. Bon-apple-tea.

poha sounds very interesting! thank you for the ideas

[wisedawn13]

Cafe Meet Cute

Wei Ying walks into a quaint local cafe. He's never been here before, but the annoying rush that always hits Starbucks and Timmies never really hits the local privately owned places. Or so he's heard.

Nie Huaisang sang praises about Wangji Cafe. 

So, after weeks of struggling against the long lines of people to get a fix of (objectively subpar) caffeine, Wei Ying finally gave in.

Wangji Cafe.

Supposedly it's owned by someone who's his age which, if you ask him, is insane because he's only 3! Definitely not an adult. 

People tell him he's a "fully functioning adult" which seems ironic and entirely hilarious to him. Fully functioning, right.

Wangji Cafe is quiet. There's a sort of tranquility that seeps into his very bones, humming softly the moment he steps in through the door. 

It's is huge contrast to the big chains.

He likes it.

Wei Ying takes a moment to breathe deeply, letting the calm wash over and reset him from the constant motion of life.

After a moment, he walks up to the counter, still looking around the room (good Feng Shui) and orders. 

"Could I get a large, black coffee to go?" he asks.

"How will you be paying?" a low voice responds and instantly draws his attention.

"Cash..." Wei Ying says, the word peters out when he lays eyes on the person—man—heavenly being behind the counter. 

Wei Ying stares, mouth slightly agape, and takes in the sight. Tall. Taller than him by a bit. Long, flowing hair as dark as night. Amber eyes that glitter gold in the soothing cafe light. A face. Oh does he have a face!

The man—Lan Zhan he/him, the name tag says—is stunning. 

In his life, Wei Ying has seen many people who are beautiful inside and out. But never has he seen someone who makes him stop; someone who completely rearranges his neurological pathways.

Until today.

Until Lan Zhan.

The most outwardly beautiful person in existence. 

Wei Ying hopes—no, he knows that Lan Zhan is just as, if not more, beautiful on the inside too.

And so he stares.

After a moment, Lan Zhan reaches out his hand, palm up and Wei Ying (no thoughts, neurons out of order) places his own hand on top. 

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan stand in stasis, gently holding hands out the cafe counter. It's warm and safe and right.

Then Lan Zhan turns his head to the side, hair swishing (was that redness on his ear?) and clears his throat. He doesn't remove his hand from under Wei Ying's. 

"Cash," Lan Zhan says, voice quiet and slightly strained.

Wei Ying is confused, then it hits him. Cafe! He's at a cafe! He ordered coffee and Lan Zhan held out his hand for the cash! AND WEI YING JUST—

Face heating up quickly, Wei Ying pulls his hand back, missing the warmth. 

"Ah! Ahaha... Sorry," he says, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before pulling out the money to pay for his coffee. "There."

Wei Ying places it in Lan Zhan's outstretched hand. Lan Zhan gives a quick nod, putting it in the till before moving to pour his coffee. 

In the wait, Wei Ying spirals, completely embarrassed at his own stupidity. How could he just... Do that? What was he thinking?

No, he knows the answer: he wasn't.

Well! He came, he saw, he enjoyed (far too much), and he will never step foot here again. He simply cannot. 

Lan Zhan places the cup on the counter and Wei Ying rushes over to grab it, bowing while he thanks and apologizes profusely. Lan Zhan hums in ascent, an acceptance, and Wei Ying speeds out of the cafe with his heart pounding violently in his chest. 

He makes it a couple blocks away, power walking like his life depends on it, and collapses on the first bench he sees.

Wei Ying leans back, sliding down slightly, and lets out a long groan. Idiot! Why couldn't he have been smooth and suave, charming the godly man? 

He mourns the lost opportunity to have Lan Zhan in his life. How cruel this world is. For all that Wei Ying is a flirt, he apparently CANNOT do it when it counts. Cool. Swell. Good to know.

With a huff, he sits up and looks at the cup gripped tightly in his hand. 

He pauses. There's... writing.

Carefully, he brings it closer, shifting his hand to reveal it all.

'To the holder of hands and hearts, here is my number if you desire to reach out to me. Text or call, Lan Zhan.'

Then a phone number written in a clean font. 

He...

All thoughts disappear completely and his brain goes silent.

He got his number? Without even trying?

Wei Ying stares at it before his brain reboots and he fumbles for his phone frantically. He punches the number in and hits call before he remembers Lan Zhan is working. 

He picks up before the second ring finishes.

"Hello?" Lan Zhan's deep, smooth voice rings out.

"H-hi! It's uh, Wei Ying. Oh! You don't actually know my name yet, do you? Haha! Well it's Wei Ying, the um... The 'holder of hands and hearts' as you said." He worries his lip. 

"Mn. Hello Wei Ying," Lan Zhan replies.

Wei Ying practically melts. The way that voice says his name? Killer.

Perhaps a small whimper slips out without Wei Ying realizing. And perhaps Lan Zhan's quick breath is actually an amused huff of laughter. 

"Are you free this evening?" Lan Zhan asks.

Wei Ying's eyes widen. "Y-yes! Free. Very free. No plans, none."

Lan Zhan hums. "Would you like to have plans?"

Wei Ying nods before he remembers: phone call. Lan Zhan can't see him. "Mhm, yes. Yep. Plans are good." 

"Good," Lan Zhan says and Wei Ying bites down on a whine. ('Good' he says. 'Good!') "Meet me at my cafe at 7?"

"Sure thing-a-roo!" Sure thing-a-roo??? What the hell is his mouth doing, betraying him so? Never has he said that before, of course he says it now!

"Wait! Your cafe?"

Lan Zhan hums. "Wangji Cafe is mine."

Wei Ying's mouth falls open. "But you're so pretty—I mean handsome—I MEAN YOUNG! YOU'RE SO YOUNG!"

WHY? Why cruel world?

There's another huff of laughter. "Mn. I will see you at 7, Wei Ying." 

"Mhm!" he replies because he doesn't trust his mouth to make words anymore.

They hang up and he sits in shock for a while.

He has... a date? An actual date? With the most perfect person to have ever personed? Well, perhaps he's died and gone to heaven because how? 

He looks at the cup. Writing still there.

He looks at his phone. Call with that number.

It was real.

He really has a date with Lan Zhan!

Wei Ying laughs loudly and freely, buckling over in his seat. The best thing to happen to him in the most absurd way. 

He leans back with a sigh, wide smile on his face.

Today is going to be a good day. 

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END! I hope you enjoyed my silly little meet cute thread. The idea came to me while driving the other day and I had to get it out and into the world! Love these two guys so much 😭🖤

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Please the Patriarch:

An: genuinely I’ve written so much I don’t even know what part this is, I gotta go through or organise everything 😂

Tag: @charliedawn @iloveslasher @myers-meadow-selfship

Hannibal Jr’s POV:

There had been an incident down at the prison last night and I woke up to a phone call at six in the morning. I was quick to answer it.

“Hello, yes this is he. Oh really? Thank you for letting me know. I can be there in less than an hour.”

I sighed, running my hands over my face. They were moving my father to a different building. Supposedly one of the inmates broke out and tried to kill him, obviously that didn’t end well for the inmate who was now missing his nose. I took a quick shower, rushing my routine as I would have to call a few clients and cancel today. As I made my way to the kitchen, I was surprised to find someone already awake.

“Newt?”

They didn’t respond, so I drew closer.

“Mx Newt.” I tried again.

I seemed to have startled them out of whatever trance they were in, because they almost fell out of their chair. I was quick to offer my hand to steady them.

“Hey, sorry. Umm, what time is it?”

“6:12”

I raised a brow at their odd behaviour, watching their eyes widen.

“Oh.”

“Why are you awake?” I asked.

“Didn’t fall asleep yet.” They shrugged.

I frowned.

“Sleep is-“

“Very important to growing minds, yes I know Hannibal. I didn’t do it on purpose. I just can’t sleep recently. Are you off to work this early?”

I shook my head no.

“Something happened down at the prison.”

“Oh no, is your father ok?” They asked, genuine worry in their town.

I wasn’t aware they’d grown affections for him, considering they’ve only met the once. I made myself a cup of coffee, setting a small amount aside for them. Normally I wouldn’t support someone their age drinking caffeine, but I had a feeling they wouldn’t go to bed after I left, so they’d be needing it. I didn’t have time to make a real breakfast, so I grabbed a protein bar, and gave them an apple.

“Oh, thank you.” The smiled at me. “Umm, Hannibal, would you like me to go with you?”

I was surprised by their question.

“I’m not exactly sure a prison is the best place for you to be spending your time.”

“But going alone can be quite stressful, I know you don’t like change in your routine.”

I smiled at them. They were quite a polite child. I’m a few more weeks the adoption paperwork would official be done, and they would become one of us. Part of the family. The invitation was extended to their sister, who it seemed a Morgan had grown quite fond of. Spending a lot of his time driving back and forth to the college after work. He was hardly around right now, but that’s what young love did to a boy.

“You don’t have to come with me.”

“I don’t have school today and Peter wasn’t feeling well earlier so he kicked me out of his room so I don’t get sick.”

“Peter isn’t feeling well?”

They shook their head.

“I don’t think it’s anything serious, just a little sniffle.”

“We’ll then I suppose we should pick him up some medication on the way home.”

I watched their eyes light up, as realisation hit them.

“Yeah, yeah, let me go get dress, give me three minutes.”

Normally I didn’t allow running in the house, but who was I to squash their joy right now. It warmed my heart that they wanted to visit my father again. I thought for sure he’d scared them off last time. They came down wearing a little brown suit that appeared to be suede, and a lemon yellow under shirt. They flicked their hair out of the collar as they came back to the kitchen.

“You look nice.”

“Thanks, I’d say the same but you always look nice.” The laughed lightly.

There wasn’t much laughter in this house, and it was a nice change of pace. We sat in a comfortable silence for the first fifteen minuets of the drive. They watched the trees out the window for the most part.

“Hey Hannibal?”

“Yes?”

“Would you mind if I played some music? It’s a little too quiet and the sound of the air vents is making me dizzy.”

What an odd way to describe such a small sound. I hadn’t even noticed they were on until they said something.

“Don’t worry, I won’t play anything bad.” They quickly followed.

I gave them a quick nod as I watched them fiddle with the Aux chord Peter had put in my car. He also hated sitting in silence. It was funny how alike the two teens were. I was pleasantly surprised when they started playing something I knew.

“Sergei Prokofiev?” I asked.

They hummed lightly.

“He’s one of my favourites.”

I listened to the symphony peacefully. It was a rather nice piece. A few more song played before I brought the car to a stop.

“Alright, stay by my side, do you understand?”

“Yes sir”

“Good. Hopefully this will be a quick trip.”

They stayed behind me as we went inside and greeted the lady at the front desk. She gave us our visitor badges and a few guards escorted us to my fathers new cell. It was secluded and away from any other inmates. Perhaps he’d finally get some peace and quiet. I grabbed the book I’d brought out of my trench coat pocket.

“Dante’s Inferno?”

“You’ve read it?”

“Not yet, I’ve always wanted to though. It’s nice that you and your father share a similar taste in literature.”

“It’s is, isn’t it? Perhaps he will let you read it when he is done.”

They gave me a bright smile. The holding cell was all thick bulletproof glass, so the cameras could watch him from all angels. I cursed under my breath, it we certainly be more difficult if he wanted to attempt to escape from this one. There were only small slots where they were pass him his food.

“Hello Father.”

“Hello Jr. I see you’ve brought the child with you.”

“Good morning Doctor Lecter!” They greeted softly.

“You should speak up child.”

“My apologises.” They said a little louder.

I could tell they were nervous, the fidgeted with the hem of their suit jacket.

“How are you feeling, Hannibal explained to me what happened.”

“I’m quite fine child. Though I must admit I was caught off guard. And now, I’m essentially being punished for defending myself.”

“I’m sorry.”

“What do you have there?” My father turned his attention back to me.

“I brought you another book, they said you were still allowed to have them, as long as there where no hard covers.”

I moved over to the slot and slid it through to my father.

“Interesting choice my boy.”

I gave him a small smile. Being in prison much feel like the nine circles of hell sometimes. I was glad it wasn’t me who was on the other side of that glass.

“How are the boys?” He asked.

“Peter is feeling a little under the weather, but Newt and I will bring him medicine and soup on the way home. Kevin is well, Kevin, you know how he is-“

“That I do. And Morgan?”

“Morgan is visiting the college where my sister attends today. He wanted to bring her a home cooked meal for lunch.”

“I wasn’t aware you had siblings.”

“Sibling, just the one.” They corrected.

I must admit, that was rather bold of them. Not even Peter dared to correct our father.

“Her name is Serenity, she’s studying law. Morgan and her a great friends.”

“Friends?” He asked amused.

“I do believe Morgan shares some affections for the girl. But I approve of her, she’s polite, intellectual and loyal.”

“All good traits to have. I would be rather interested to meet her.”

“We’ll she’s very busy with school, but I will send a letter to ask. She’s met everyone else already. Though I don’t think Kevin or Peter like her much.”

My father chuckled.

“Kevin doesn’t like anybody, my dear. And how are you doing today?”

“I’m fine.” The shrugged, “a bit bored is all. But Hannibal let me come with him today so this is nice.”

“Perhaps you should ascertain a hobby.”

“Morgan did say he would teach me about the circulatory system when he got home today. Does learning count as a hobby?”

“I suppose it does. You’re interested in medicine?”

“Blood, mostly. But the rest is rather fascinating as well.”

My father gave me a knowing look. I do think he likes them.

“Oh, Father, I came to tell you Newt’s adoption should be finalised before the end of the month.”

“Congratulations my dear. It’s a difficult venture to win the heart of my son. And Congratulations to you too Hannibal. You’ve taken so good care of my boys, I have no doubt you’ll be an excellent parent.”

“Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you!”

I heard the sound of the door click.

“I do believe our time is up I’m afraid. You take care dear, Hannibal.”

He nodded to each of us.

“Please do try to stay out of trouble Father.”

“Goodbye Doctor Lecter!”

Newt waved as the followed me out the door. The ride back was much the same as the ride there. Expect for the few stops we had to make to get supplies for Peter.

“Would you like to help me with the soup?”

“Of course. I’ve never made this kind before, what is it again?”

“Curried sweet potato and chickpea soup. It makes up for the proteins Peter lacks in his diet. Well the diet the both of you share I suppose.”

“It’s sounds amazing.”

It was nice getting to spend some one on one time with them, outside of a clinical setting. They seemed to fit in quite nicely here. Things were all going to plan for once, which was a great relief. I watched as they rolled up their sleeves and tied an apron around their waste.

“Shall we?” They asked.

“We shall.”

An: a bit shorter than normal but I’ve been sick for the whole week so I don’t have much an edgy right now. Hope you enjoyed it none the less.