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chiyuumiii · 9 months

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NIGHTFALL || PART 3

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love, Coffee Date, just fluff in general, romantic activities with Miles-42♡]

Note: TW: Mentions of harassment, slight drugs, Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

NOTE: I'M SO SORRY IT POSTPONED WHSHHDSA I COULDN'T GET ANYMORE IDEAS

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

But we barely know each other… Your mind argues with your heart, but even so, he took his time to pay you a visit, even if it was just the slightest and shortest visit you have ever gotten.

“I wanna see him again…” You whined into your pillow to muffle your voice. You then heard a distant knock on the window panes, you immediately whipped your head, glancing at it, your wish had come true.

You hurriedly undid the lock of the window, opening it up happily. He hopped inside of your room, arms still crossed, glancing around.

“Miss me?” He chuckled smugly, as if he knew what you were thinking.

“Maybe?” You acted confused, teasing him a little.

“You’re cool, I guess. We can be friends.” He spoke, his voice cold like ice, he extended his hand for a friendly little handshake. The pixelated eyes of his mask flickered a bit.

“Alright. Cool! Friends!” You smiled cheerfully, your heart blooming as you shook his hand. You were practically in euphoria as of now, being friends with a cool vigilante?! That’s awesome! And he’s your type too.

You were lucky he decided to hang out with you for a while, getting to know you and your bedroom. He walked around in your room, like a detective inspecting your belongings. “¿Qué es esto?” He uttered out in Spanish as he looked over at your valuables, his accent fluent and thick.

He hung out in your bedroom for a little while until your parents came home, slipping out from the window like a stealthy cat.

“See you…Uh, I guess I’ll visit in a while.” He chuckled slightly, hovering out of your bedroom, he was swift and accelerated.

“See you!” You exclaimed as you watched him swiftly making his way across your neighbourhood.

You noticed a piece of sticky note on your nightstand, it seemed like one of your playful little sticky notes you had on your desk. You read the note, it seems like your little crush friend left his number personally for you!

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

“xxxx xxx xxxx, I’ll send you a text when I get home

Prowler, your vigilante friend.”

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

You let out a tiny squeal of excitement, unplugging your phone off of it’s charger and typing his number in your phone, adding it to your contacts list. You patiently waited for his text to chime in your notifications.

You washed the dishes, making sure to get them squeaky clean as you did. As you were washing them up, you heard a chime from your phone, you swiftly washed your hands and wiped it with a cloth in the kitchen, then turned on your phone and looking at the lock screen, he finally texted! You were joyful and enthralled. Squealing excitedly like an idiot as you tapped the notification from your lock screen.

“Yo wyd?” He texted, quite curious about what you’re doing at the moment since he left.

“Oh just washing the dishes! :) nthing much, wbu?” You replied back swiftly,joyful that he took the time to message you.

Some bubbles flashed in a message box, he was replying back.

“Está bien. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up, yk just get to know each other since we're friends now.” His message flashed on your screen

Your eyes sparkled with delight and anticipation, a stupid smile plastered on your face. “Yeah sure!! Just tell me when n where :)))” You typed swiftly yet again, sending the message with one click. This was your opportunity to get to know this cool vigilante more!

As you finished washing the dishes, you scurried over to your bedroom, continuing to converse with Miles.

After a while, you texted him a friendly goodnight before plugging in your phone and falling asleep.

(Let's just timeskip to that date- I mean meetup because ik u guys just wanna see that)

“Yo.” He waved at you, you were surprised to see him without his Prowler mask.

“Hey! This place is great.” You grinned happily as you took a look of the café he chose to meet up with you.

“I just found it whilst doing heists with my uncle.” He shrugged dismissively, gesturing you to follow him and enter inside the café.

You saw decorative lights hanging over the walls, and also plants hanging on the ceiling, as well as some wall decor and blackboards hanging on top of the order counter as menus. Very aesthetically pleasing.

“Pretty.” You mumbled, then glanced at Miles. “Wait, which one of us is paying?”

“Eh, I'll do it. Whatchu wanna order?” He asked with a hint of kindness.

“How about you choose for me instead? Guess it'll be fun.” You grinned before taking a seat as Miles waited in line, gazing at the view of the sidewalk and the road as you patiently waited.

PART 4 IS GONNA BE FUN HEHE

#earth 42 miles x reader #fics #earth 42 miles x you #miles 42 #fanfics #miles g morales #miles earth 42 #miles gonzalo morales #prowler miles #the prowler #meow meow #coffee dates #coffee shop #miles morales prowler #no criticism allowed #my heart is too achy #no crit pls

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plants-in-my-soul · 6 months

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Coffee Dates ☕️

#coffee #coffee dates #coffeetime #lgbtq #girlsdate #november #fallvibes #goodvibes #autumn #coffee aesthetic #aesthetic

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inlovewithhearts · 6 months

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weekend coffee dates and friendship bracelets with bestie

#friendship bracelets #friendship #red #red taylor version #you're on your own kid #yoyok #red cardigan #coffee dates #swiftie #book lovers #friends

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c-oldasice · 1 year

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from sprinkler splashes to fire place ashes i gave my blood sweat and tears for this 🤍

#personal #lisbon #lisboa #portugal #eurotrip #europe #coffee dates #blue skies #golden hour #books #bookblr #studyblr

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alberta-sunrise · 9 months

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Coffee dates with friends 🙌🏼

#coffee #coffee time #starbucks #coffee dates

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pickledpascal · 1 year

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Sweet Nothing

Chapter Three: City Grown Willow

Summary: Blake takes Will to a coffee shop to have some time to decompress.

Warnings: Hannibal is a little jealous ooooo

Word Count: 1.7k

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During a particularly traumatizing chain of murders, the entire crew minus Hannibal and Alana were in one of the forensics rooms. Blake’s arms were crossed in front of her chest, listening to the facts rattled off by Katz, Price, and Zeller as they guided the rest of them through what else happened to the body. She looked absolutely mutilated and Blake tried her best to mask just how much looking at the woman lying on the metallic table got to her. It seemed she was doing a much better job than Will. Each time Blake so much as glanced in his direction, she caught sight of sweat building at the back of his neck.

“Will, I think I need a break, would you mind accompanying me to get some coffee?” Blake said kindly as she slid the medical gloves from her hands and threw them in the trash. Then she glanced at Jack. “Not really a request.”

Will glanced at Jack as well before he nodded and took off his gloves to then adjust the glasses that were perched on his nose. As the pair made their way outside the glass walls, they shared a look where Will expressed his gratitude for the out.

As they arrived at the Starbucks, Blake stole a look at Will. A light smile broke out on her lips, "I notice you're wearing my coat." She said softly as they stood in line.

Will pursed his lips, gaze shooting to some random table in the corner of the cafe. "Well, it's a lot warmer than my other coats. Did you want me to return it?" He asked, thankful it was cold outside so it could mask his blush.

"No." Blake said truthfully, pushing her hands into the coat she wore. It was similar to the one Will wore, but it was black while Will's was more gray. She leaned towards him slightly, it happened to be one of those days she wore boots so she was taller than usual, "Looks good on you."

Will narrowed his eyes slightly as his lips pursed. He wasn't used to people flirting with him. Not in a way that mattered. Or a way that lasted.

Once they reached the cashier, the pair gave them their orders and Blake paid before Will had the chance to even get his card out. Getting their coffees, they mutually decided to sit by the window.

"How did you…. Come to live here? You certainly don't sound like you're from here." Will's eyebrows furrowed slightly. He hoped he was doing this correctly. Small talk was never his strong suit.

Neither was it Blake's, with her friends, she would just start talking at random and they'd listen. She believed that's how they got to know so much about her, she'd just begin rambling out of nowhere.

Blake took a sip of her hot chocolate, something basic since she never really had cravings for coffee. "Originally, I'm from Chicago. I lived there since I was born and I still love it there. I moved to North Carolina when I was sixteen and lived there for the other half of my life. I moved here just a few years ago." She explained softly, a nostalgic sigh escaping her.

"I miss Chicago a lot. Lots of culture clashing and good food. Plus, moving from somewhere you have everything to somewhere you have nothing when you're a teen is not fun." Blake huffed out, still somewhat bitter towards her parents for that. She then took a sip of her drink.

Will hummed in response, gaze focused on the cup–specifically the way the mermaid's tail on the logo seemed to be split in half. Maybe he didn't look too interested but he was storing this information in his mind for later.

Blake narrowed her eyes slightly, nose scrunching as well before her expression became neutral. "Where are you from? I know a lot of people aren't really from Virgina. Especially if you work for the FBI." She joked softly.

"Originally, Louisiana." Will sighed out, still not used to talking about himself. In fact, he hated it. Most of his sessions with Hannibal were spent talking about cases. "My mother ran away on me and so my father and I moved up here, until he died." He explained, expression neutral while his voice betrayed him–a slight inflection of anger in his voice.

Blake cocked her head, eyebrows tensed. "You sound indifferent to that." She observed. Well, that is to the mother part.

"I didn't know her, I was young when she left. Can't say I remember a single thing about her." Will shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee. He looked into the small hole on the top, catching a glimpse of the light brown liquid inside. He gave Blake a slightly strained smile, "Um, I have to thank you for the…. Cider. You were right, I think it somehow willed away the cold from my body." Will chuckled lightly.

Blake's lips upturned slightly, eyes looking at her own cup. "Thank you." Hell, it almost looked as if she was blushing. "It's another one of my mom's recipes, she doesn't make it as much anymore so I decided I had to because it's…. Really good." She shrugged, feeling as if it was a normal thing to do. In some ways, it was. Children get most of their traditions from their parents, it's only fair they get recipes from them as well.

"I'm glad you did." Will's lips quirked up as his eyes turned fond, or more noticeably fond that Blake could see it clear as day. "I can say, I've never felt so…. Warm. I'm so used to the cold that I think it's ingrained in my bones. It's like…. I was defrosted by the entire power of the sun." He narrowed his eyes in thought, looking out the window. Admitting this was hard but trusting Blake was easy.

Blake was a patient woman, she had to be in her line of work. It could be very easy for her to break that patience though, especially when around people who tested her too much. Although, Will was easy. She could understand to some extent where he was coming from.

"Well, I appreciate the compliments. I'll be sure to make more for you." Blake said with a smirk, a teasing glint in her eyes.

Will's eyes dilated slightly as he took a sharp intake of breath. People didn't do things for him. Not small things. Sure, Alana looked out for his mental well-being as best she could and even complained to Jack about how attached he could become but it wasn't the same as…. This. As intentionally making hot cider for him or letting him have one of her coats. It's different than anything he's ever experienced before. Will Graham didn't have affection given to him so he was so used to not getting any that the bluntness of Blake's actions was surprising.

Blake checked her watch and let out a disapproving hum. "I think it's time for us to leave. Jack would probably have our heads if we didn't come back soon." She joked, although….

Jack certainly could be a strict boss and he liked to cross patient-psychiatrist lines for the sake of making absolutely sure that his team was mentally sound. Visits to Hannibal's house became a regular thing with the main subject of their conversations being Will Graham.

The pair stood from their seats and as they exited, Blake set a hand on Will's elbow. She pressed a kiss to his cheek as he gave the shorter man a smile. "This was…. Nice." Blake admitted. Sometimes genuine compliments were hard to voice. Anxiety is a bitch.

A more noticeable redness flushed Will's face. He gave an almost bashful smile and bowed his head, not sure what to do with Blake's words. That was…. Until a certain thought entered his head, a very loud thought. Will let out a small huff of air before he tilted his head upwards and pressed his lips against Blake's. Her eyes fluttered closed as she let her hand rest on the back of his neck.

As they pulled apart, Will let out a shaky sigh while Blake ran a hand through his hair. Will's eyes closed gently, enjoying the feeling.

"Many people say I'm…. Unstable." Will softly stated, averting his gaze from Blake to a crack in the cement.

Blake cracked a light smile, "I know."

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Hannibal and Will sat silently across from each other in plush chairs. The psychiatrist in the room tapped his hand against one of the arms of the chair. "Would you like to talk about your growing relationship with Doctor Adler?" He asked, cocking his head as he hoped to get Will to talk.

"Not necessarily." Will pursed his lips, giving Hannibal a strained smile. He looked off to the side and through the window.

Hannibal let out a sigh. "Yours and Blake's relationship has developed fairly fast in the matter of a few weeks. Not to mention that she seems to not care about your emotional well-being." He narrowed his eyes, waiting for his reaction.

"Blake Adler is the only one to care about both my emotional and physical well-being." Will gritted out. How could Hannibal even think that? Jealousy? Surely not. "She understands who I am and is willing to…. Work through it. Unlike, Alana who would rather die than be with me when I'm 'unstable.'' Will still felt a little bitter towards Alana, yet at the same time, he could understand why someone might not want someone like him. He got into the minds of killers for a living, he can't imagine that's something women wanted in a partner.

Hannibal cocked an eyebrow, "You seem to be very protective of her." He said softly. "You may be developing early codependency."

"I'm not." Will quickly denied. "Blake is a very independent person to my knowledge. She doesn't need me." He shrugged, shaking his head.

"But you need her." Hannibal hummed.

Will huffed out a sigh. "Well, we all have our flaws."

#will graham #will graham x reader #will graham x oc #hugh dancy #hugh dancy x oc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #mads mikkelsen #coffee dates

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bastardsofravenkroft-blog · 1 year

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Coffee dates sound so freaking cute. Me sitting over here with my lemonade cause I can’t drink coffee without rocketing into the next dimension

#nobody suggest tea. don’t do that.#coffee dates

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delicateflappizzaplaid · 11 months

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“I'm so over whites and pinks ”H.S.- Grapejuice

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entropicquilibriumofchaos · 11 months

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Dog Days of Fall

In which a dog groomer gets an adorable new customer with an interesting owner.

Will Graham/Original Female Character

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Dog hair everywhere . That’s the joy of grooming a German Shepherd that is blowing his coat. He yipped and danced around as if the high velocity dryer was spitting fire at him. It wasn’t, of course.

“We do this every time, Gunner,” I spoke, exasperated, “And you haven’t died yet.”

He responded by trying to bite at the air coming out of the dryer, leading to some visuals that would be terrifying if I didn’t know that he was a sweetheart.

We continued our little dance until he was fully dry. I gave him one more run through with the brush to get rid of any of his summer coat that remained before grabbing the nail clippers. Gunner whimpered as I sat down next to him and reached for his paw.

“You’re so dramatic, big boy,” I laughed as I began to clip his nails. He was good for it besides a little squirming.

Finished with his groom, I unclipped him from the harness and he quickly jumped down from the table and shook out his coat before running to the half door that separated my workspace from the front desk. As I made my way over to open the door for him, I noticed a man sitting in the lobby with a medium sized dog. He didn’t seem to notice me, in fact he was staring off into space like he was in his own world. The dog however, perked up when it heard Gunner start to scratch at the door.

“Quit that,” I whispered to him before clearing my throat and catching the man’s attention, “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in! Do you have an appointment?”

The man immediately snapped out of whatever trance he was in and stood up as I maneuvered around Gunner to keep him behind the door as I went to the desk. The stubborn shepherd jumped up on the door and looked over before barking at the newcomer. The man smiled at my rowdy customer and I mouthed “sorry” before going back to Gunner.

“Get down, you oaf. Your mom will be here soon,” I said and gently shoved him back into the room before shutting the upper half of the door as well. I sighed and turned back to the stranger. “I’m sorry, he’s a gentle giant, but he’s got the mouth of a sailor.”

The man just smiled as I made my way back to the desk.

“I don’t have an appointment, my apologies,” he explained, not quite making eye contact with me. “But I just rescued this little guy and he’s got some pretty bad matts towards his tail. I didn’t want to hurt him by trying to get them out myself.”

I rummaged around the papers on my desk as I looked for my schedule. Thankfully, Gunner was my last groom for the day.. I looked over at the dog and spotted the mats his dad was talking about. Eager to get a closer look, I made my way around the desk and knelt down next to the dog, noticing the streaks of black running through his brown fur. “Do you mind if I…” I trailed off, motioning to touch the dog.

“Not at all,” he responded and I reached forward to let the dog sniff my hand.

“What’s their name? I asked as it licked my hand.

“Winston,” the man replied, kneeling down to pat him on the head as well. “I found him the other night wandering on the road on my way home. We just got back from the vet to see if he was microchipped.”

I frowned, upset at the thought that someone abandoned this beautiful little mutt. “Poor boy,” I said softly, stroking under his chin, “Seems like you’re better off now anyway, Winston”

The man smiled before directing me to the matts. I lifted them gently before sighing again. “They don’t look too bad. I don’t have anything booked for right now so if he’s up to date on his vaccinations I can take him back and see what I can do,” I explained while standing up.

The man finally made eye contact with me, although briefly, I felt my breath catch in my lungs. Not sure how I didn’t catch it before, but this man was gorgeous, in a rough around the edges type of way. His hair, although cropped relatively close to his head, was curly and unruly. He looked tired, but the slight bags under his eyes just made the green of his irises pop even more behind a pair of thin wire glasses.

As abruptly as it started, he looked away, reaching into his pocket for something as I internally scolded myself for getting googly eyes at a customer.

“I’ve got his vaccination records right here,” he said, handing me the papers as I walked back behind the desk and pulled out an intake form and put it on a clipboard. I handed it to him with a pen.

“If you could just fill out this form while I make a copy of this,” I instructed, waving the vaccination records slightly.

“Of course,” he muttered, taking the clipboard and pen.

I sat down and ran the records through my scanner. As it ran through, I shoved a couple papers into a neat-ish pile so the extremely handsome dog with the adorable dog didn’t think I was a slob. An attempt was made, at least.

While the man filled out the necessary paperwork, my attention was drawn to the door as the bell on top rang. Coming in was a familiar face.

“Hey Jen! I’ll go grab Gunner for you and then we can get you settled.” I explained with a smile. The man noticed the commotion and took the clipboard to a seat to finish filling it out, Winston following dutifully behind him.

As soon as the door opened, the german shepherd shaped bullet flew out and towards his mom, who just wrapped her arms around his neck and laughed before putting his collar and leash on.

I got Jen squared away with her payment as normal, only occasionally stealing looks at the stranger in the corner. He’d finished the paperwork and was scratching behind Winston’s ears, who was thoroughly enjoying it with his tongue out and head leaning into the scratches.

Jen caught me looking and snuck a glance as well. “New customer?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. Not only was Jen a customer, but she was a long time friend as well. A friend that had been trying to set me up with every guy and girl in the greater of Washington D.C.

I gave her a stern “shut up” look and she just giggled back at me. “You’re awful,” I whispered.

Instead of replying, she just took her credit card and grinned at me, “See you later, Teck!”, before leading Gunner out of the door.

Exasperated, I shook my head and turned my attention back to the man, who had returned to the desk with clipboard in hand.

“Thanks for squeezing him in,” he said as I took the form off of the clipboard and ran it through my scanner.

“It’s my pleasure,” I responded with a smile, handing him the vaccination records back. “If you want to bring him back we can get started.”

He nodded and I opened the door to the grooming room to let him enter.

“Excuse the mess, Gunner is blowing his summer coat right now and I didn’t exactly get the chance to tidy up.” I explained as a whirl of dog hair drifted on the ground as the door opened. I quickly grabbed a broom as Winston sniffed at the hair.

“Not a problem. I’ve-” he paused to chuckle lightly “I’ve got six more at home. I’m intimately familiar with the taste of dog fur.”

When I finished sweeping, I wrangled up my detangling oil and a stiff metal brush and set them on the table. “Alrighty Winston, let’s get you cleaned up.”

His owner wrapped his arms around the dog and lifted him up, setting him down gingerly on the table as I tried not to stare at his arms.

Maybe I should go on the date with whoever Jen sets me up with next.

I grabbed the bottle of oil and poured a little bit over the matts and started to work it in before looking up to the man. “It shouldn’t take too long for me to get these out… you can stay here or I can call you when I’m finished. Either one is fine.”

He looked down at his watch before giving Winston a firm head pat. “I’ve just got to run to Quantico. I should be back before you’re done.”

I nodded as I worked the oil through the tangled fur. “Not a problem.”

He grabbed a small card out of his pocket before scribbling something on it and leaving it on the table. “If anything happens, just give me a call.”

“Can do,” I responded before he gave an awkward nod and walked quickly out of the room.

As soon as I heard the office door jingle shut, I grabbed the card and inspected it. Sure enough, a phone number written in black ink. On the other side of the card, however, was something much more interesting.

Agent William Graham

Adjunct Instructor

Forensic Psychology

Suite #321

In the corner of the card, the FBI National Academy was embossed in silver ink. I ran my finger over the seal, finding it slightly raised and now, slightly oily.

“Damn Win, you’re dad’s an FBI Agent?” I breathed, slightly shocked. Winston just looked at me with big, confused eyes. “You’re a lucky pup.”

In all, it took exactly seventy-three minutes to get the matts out of Winston’s coat. It took a bit of sweat and tears (no blood, thankfully), but I managed to get all of his matts out without shaving too much. There were two larger matts near the base of his tail that needed to be shaved, but other than that, his coat was now clean and healthy. I gave him a little spritz of apple cider pet cologne and helped him off the table before putting his collar back on.

It was exactly seventy- seven minutes before William Graham re-entered my salon.

He burst through the door looking flustered, but almost immediately after he saw Winston his face softened. Winston barked happily at his owner’s feet and he scratched his head with a smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” he sighed, looking up to me, but again, not looking at me. “I got caught up in some… work.”

I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it, we just finished up anyway. Winston is matt-free and all good to go!”

“Thank you so much,” he said, reaching into his pocket, “What do I owe you?”

I started to reply, but stopped for a second as I watched Winston wag his tail happily.

“Don’t worry about it,” I decided with a full heart.

William stood shock-still before responding, “I’ve got to give you something. I didn’t even have an appointment.”

I shook my head. “I’m serious. I’m not having you pay to fix someone else’s mistreatment. I’m just glad I could help out.” I replied, standing firm in my decision.

Finally, for the second time that day, I caught his eyeline. He looked even more weary than he did when he came in earlier. Curiously, I found myself wondering what had happened in the last hour and a half that could drain someone like that.

He seemed to search my eyes like I searched his, but instead of shying away, I held his gaze for as long as he held mine.

He broke eye contact before continuing, “I have to give you something.” He repeated.

Stubbornly, I shook my head.

He sighed and put his wallet away. “Well if I can’t pay you directly… how about I buy you coffee sometime?”

My heart skipped a beat. I had the intense urge to pinch myself, but refrained.

“Uh, um,” I stuttered, before taking a breath. “I’d like that.” I said with a shy smile, suddenly feeling very insecure. The butterflies in my stomach were having a house party and I felt like I was about to throw up or shit my pants or something.

“I get off work around four tomorrow,” he said looking at his watch again, “Does that work for you?”

I nodded, “Yeah. My last appointment starts around two-thirty so I should be done by then. Do you have any place in mind?”

He shrugged. “I don’t really have a preference.”

“There’s a cafe a couple doors down?” I suggested. “We could just meet here and then walk over?” I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks.

He smiled. “Sounds perfect, I’ll - uh - I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“See you tomorrow.” I replied as he strode towards the door with Winston in tow.

He opened the door, but turned before going through. “I just realized I never got your name,” he stated.

“Oh my gosh, I’m sorry” I fumbled, “I’m Tekla.”

William grinned one more time as Winston pulled on his leash. “Will Graham. Thank you again, Tekla.”

“It was my pleasure, Will,” I responded, as the door shut.

I was still for a moment; keeping a hawk-eye on the door in case, for some reason, Will walked back through. After a moment, I collapsed into my desk chair with a huff before grabbing a pen.

I located my calendar and wrote while whispering, “Date… with… Will…” Once finished, I set the pen down and leaned back in the chair, staring at the ceiling. A thought popped into my head and I laughed out loud.

“Jen is going to be so proud of me.”

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greyhairedcanuck2 · 1 year

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#coffee dates

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isabellafoster13 · 1 year

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This was requested on AO3 by AspenWood.

This is a reincarnation AU and takes place in the modern world.

I hope you enjoy!

Want to Have Coffee with Me? (Lyon x Lucy)

Reincarnation.

It is a phenomenon in which someone is reborn into a new life. The belief in this is ranged among the people of the world. Some believe in it, but others don't. It's a topic of debate, fueled by stories of children remembering events that they couldn't possibly have experienced personally.

The boy who remembered having been a firefighter. The girl who had memories of being a wife and mother. The twins who could recall being twins at another point in time. Deja vu, when you have an experience that feels familiar despite having never actually been through it, is often times attributed to reincarnation.

Have you ever had a line of dialogue that was stuck in your head despite having never actually heard it? Well, Lucy has, and it's been roaming through her mind during all of her lifetimes. A simple question. Six short words. She's heard a voice that wasn't hers say it in her head at the most random of times, and this had been happening since she was a child.

"Want to have coffee with me?"

Centuries in the past, when this cycle of reincarnation first began, a young heiress walked through her hometown, her hands holding up the front of her gown's skirts to allow for easier walking. She was making her way back home from visiting a close friend. She sighed, dreading the moment she would step foot into her father's mansion. She knew that she shouldn't have left without any bodyguards or a chariot, but she just wanted to walk through Magnolia, not ride in a loud chariot and without being flanked by men who were being paid by her father to scare off any person who would even attempt to talk to her.

She looked at the cobblestoned road, watching as men and women passed by, middle-class people going for evening walks, judging by their clothes. Lucy looked back ahead. She looked to her other side and noticed that she was walking by a coffeehouse. She stopped and peered inside at the people who were sitting around and sipping on hot coffee.

As she watched, a voice broke her our of her thoughts, "what are you doing out here?"

Lucy turned to see an attractive, young man approached her. His hair was a pale-blue color while his tailcoat and vest were dark blue, his pants were black, and his shirt was white. The man stopped right next to her and raised an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.

Lucy responded after she turned her full body to face him, "passing by."

"Alone?"

"Why not? Is this area dangerous?"

"No, it's just not proper for a lady to be out for a walk alone. I'm sure your father wouldn't like this."

"How do you know what my father would and wouldn't like?"

The man crossed his arms over his chest as he answered simply, "you're Lady Lucy Heartfilia, are you not?"

Lucy's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. How did this man know who she was when she didn't know who he was? She questioned, "how do you-"

The man interupted her, saying, "I'm Lyon Vastia. I saw you at last month's ball."

Lucy stared at him in surprise. The Vastia family was below her own in terms of power and wealth, but not by much. She had expected to meet another member of the upper-class were middle-class families resided and lower-class men and women worked.

She quickly recovered, smiling back at him and responding, "I'm surprised to see you hear. What have you been up to? I hope it's not mischief."

Lyon chuckled, "no, not at all. I was merely visiting a friend. And you?"

"Visiting a friend."

Lyon gave a short hummed and looked into the coffeehouse that they were standing next to. He then looked back at Lucy, asking, "have you ever tried coffee?" When Lucy shook her head, the pale-blue-haired man offered his arm to her and inquired, "want to have coffee with me?" Lucy smiled as she hooked her arm with his and allowed him to lead her into the coffeehouse.

Ever since that lifetime, Lucy and Lyon had been destined to meet and fall in love in every one of their lives. And each time, the romance would begin with that one question.

"Want to have coffee with me?"

In the modern day, Lucy spent several days in a row at her college library, either researching for an essay, or studying for quizzes. She was exhausted and at the point where she was thinking that maybe dropping out of college wasn't that bad of an idea.

She groaned as her head dropped onto the open book in front of her. She let go of her pencil and let her hand rest on top of her not-even-half-written essay. Her hand was aching, her brain was hurting, and she was tired.

Several minutes passed by before the blonde lifted her body back up to sit semi-straight in her seat. She looked down at the table in front of her, eyeing the several open books and few handwritten essays that littered the surface of the table. She sighed, wondering if she really did need this literature degree.

She was muling it over when she heard a man's laughter. She looked up to find a man standing by her table and staring down at her in amusement. Her lips pouted slightly as she questioned, "what?"

She looked him up and down as he moved around to sit on the chair that was across the table from her. He was dressed in black pants, dark blue hoodie, and his hair was a pale-blue color. He leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

After a few moments of silence, the man spoke, "you look like you need a pick-me-up."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, asking, "a what?"

"A pick-me-up, somehting that'll give you some energy, like coffee."

Lucy sighed, "coffee would be great right now."

"Want to go get some?"

"...we don't even know each other."

The man chuckled before he responded, "right. I'm Lyon."

Lucy gave him a scrutinizing look before she returned, "I'm Lucy."

Lyon stood up and walked around the table, holding out his hand toward her. "Want to have coffee with me?"

Lucy looked between him and his hand, thinking over going to a coffee shop with him. Deciding that she did really need some coffee and she would be fine as long as they remained in public, she took his hand and let him lead her out of the library, leaving her things on the table behind.

#fairy tail #lucy heartfilia #lyon vastia #lyon x lucy #lylu #reincarnation au #modern au #fluff I guess #flashback #mentions of college #coffee dates

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septembergold · 2 years

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#girl #coffee dates #afternoon #smiles

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miguenhasthoughts · 22 days

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04/17

My throat is dry and there is nothing to quench this thirst. This vessel is set to decay no matter how strong the spirit may get. These bones crack and ache. Nothing good injected into these veins. Battery acid fills my stomach. No matter how much things improve. I always somehow lose myself in a dream that I’d much rather be in and this vessel writhes from neglect.

I’ve been meaning to write. I’ve been meaning to do a lot of things and it’s so much easier to push it all further away from my view. My best friend Eve doesn’t have a brain tumor which is a relief. That was a fear since we were little eggs. Yet they are having problems with their spouse. They felt it too awkward to share and I didn’t want to push her. Instead I told her my ear is always available.

Bills are a nightmare but that is what I get for being born in a capitalist society. I am able to save money but it is still daunting when everything wants to knock on the door at once. I gotta remind myself that Sam has a job now and the burden isn’t all on my shoulders.

I’d be lying if I said I still don’t miss Micah but it has been a month since I sent the letter and at this point I feel like I have been making peace that they will forever remain a ghost in my rear view. Which sucks. It’s like losing a good friend that you loved 🍊. Yet I’ve done all I could and there’s nothing more I could do. Regardless of feeling like I’ve been making improvements in the right direction. I still check the mailbox to see if they wrote back.

I went on another date. This is the person I’ve been feeling good chemistry with. We’ve been talking for a month now I believe and the date went on for hours. Way more than I expected. Time just sort of flew by. They had strong interests and they were very vocal about sharing whatever popped in their head. Which is such a good trait to have when meeting someone new. Seemed like we were on the same page on what we wanted out of a relationship and intent on what we’d hope to get out of dating. It felt very healthy. I’m horrible at seeing red flags but if they showed I hadn’t seen them.

As far as my health. I think it’s still easier to ignore it. Eating still comes hard. I wish I could say it’s getting better yet I feel like my body is getting more unhealthy as time goes on. Yet not fast enough for me to act. Unfortunately that’s what I tell myself.

#04/17 #diary entry #recovery #my diary #transgender #tw: ed #polyamory #polyamourous #coffee dates #if there was a red flag it would be that they broke up with their exes right before their birthday.#hopefully not a self fulfilling prophecy #what do you think Micah?

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