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hyungseos-cafe · 1 year

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Pairing: Ateez Mingi x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None :3

Word count: 664

Pov: A few years after Mingi had finished promoting with Ateez, he decided to fully push forward with his clothing brand, Minkiway, but of course he couldn’t have done it without you (:

A/N: Hi anon, I am so sorry this took me months to write 🙃 pls enjoy 🥺

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“Welcome to the official launch of the fall Minkiway collection” Mingi rehearsed out loud, he had been preparing and curating a line for his official fall launch for the past 2 years.

“For this fall collection, we will be featuring both neutral and warm tones to accentuate the warm feeling of fall”

“Our goal with this launch is…. The goal of this launch is… God this is so stupid!”

You watched from the hallway as Mingi threw his drafts in the trash, his shoulders tense and his voice hoarse. To help ease his worries, you snuck behind him to wrap your arms around his shoulders and press gentle kisses to the back of his neck

“Hey, you’re doing great”

“Baby, I’m not. Look at me, I’m a mess” Mingi stood up, visible bags under his eyes growing darker and his disheveled hair sticking up in all directions

A small tear fell from his face as he slowly lowered his head to rest in between your shoulder and neck, slowly taking in your scent.

“I don’t know if I can do this”

“You can”

“How?”

Mingi lifted his head from your shoulders and looked down intently at your eyes, his eyes red from the tears that once fell from them

“Well, you’re Song Mingi aren’t you?”

“Yes, bu-“

“No but’s! This is your dream, right?”

Mingi nodded slowly, using the back of his hand to rub his residual tears

“Well, I can help you write this speech and you deliver it, okay? You’re going to do great”

Mingi nodded again, his heart swelled with love and joy as he stared at you, the absolute love of his life.

A few hours later and 3 cups of coffee, a moving and encouraging speech had been written.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen,

Thank you for coming to the official fall launch of Minkiway. As many of you may know, Minkiway was originally the name of a brief Youtube series I had produced along with my company while I was active with Ateez. The name Minki is a little nickname I was given, by our fans we called Atiny, it was quite adorable. That aside, before I unveil the pieces I curated for this fall collection, I want to share why I wanted to create my own clothing line”

Mingi stood tall, straightening out his suit as he held onto his paper, stared out to the distance to find your eyes before he continued

“I created this clothing line to well, indulge on my love for fashion and dressing up. My company gave me the wonderful opportunity to start my show on our channel which would then manifest itself to me later on opening my own brand. However, this could not have been done alone. I had the help of my wonderful partner, Y/n who helped me write this speech along with giving me the confidence to continue what I love.

This fall collection features a mix of textures, materials and neutral warm and cool tones. This fall collection is one of my favorites as it is quite versatile and can be worn year round. Many of these pieces in this collection are part of my personal time capsule. I hope as you all browse through this collection, that you can learn more about me and my personal style.

It is my main goal to help you find your own personal style. So, think of these pieces as the foundation to be built upon and layered. Explore, refine, define and most importantly, discover who you are through fashion.

Thank you”

As the crowd stood to applaud him, Mingi turned around to cut the ribbon to his store. The crowd eventually dispersed into the store to walk around the beautiful layout Mingi had painstakingly drafted out years before.

“See, I knew you could do it” You winked as you hugged him from the side

“Not without you though” Mingi leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

#hyungseos-cafe #hazelnut iced coffee with 2% milk #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez fluff #fluff #ateez mingi #atz mingi #song mingi #order for: forgetful anon #order status: complete

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cupids-chamber · 2 years

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Oh so Cupid's a vanilla ice cream person. Nice to know. FOLKS YOU'VE HEARD IT HERE CUPIDS VANILLA

-Yandere POV anon

No actually. Vanilla plain can go to hell. I prefer it mixed with chocolate if not. Then Hazelnut!

#cupid answers!#hazelnut supremacy.#yandere pov anon

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daisychainsandbowties · 7 months

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Put the nutella jar lid under hot water it will help loosen it and you will be able to unscrew it easily hopefully

oh okay!! i will try that tomorrow

#if this works we are so fucking back 😳😳 cocoa powder cannot substitute for my hazelnut goo #im literally so excited i mean sure i could have bought different nutella but!! to give up? never 💪#ty ty i hope this works 😍#anon #i can’t believe i didn’t think of this basic physics cas

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beautyinthediss0nance · 1 year

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I've got a hazelnut allergy but willing to risk it all for that cookie 😅

I think hazelnut is disgusting, but the recipe could be used to stuff actual tasty things inside - like chocolate, or caramel, or cookie butter

(sorry @w1tchy-woo but that does mean ALL the Nutella is for you, and I'd even bake them for you, although I'm sure you'll nail this one yourself <3)

#ask #anon #I shared the recipe because it's an inside joke (and others probably also like hazelnut/nutella)

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wordstome · 4 months

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könig as the nutcracker 🥹🥹

you just brought some terrible sleeping beast out of me, anon.

nutcracker prince König x fem reader (mostly gender neutral but you're wearing a dressing gown)

tw: mouse murder???

He's a very odd looking nutcracker, all things considered, but you can't take your eyes off of him.

"If it's a nutcracker why does it have that stupid veil over its face?" Your brother asks, noisily crunching candies between his molars. You glare at him, both for the rude remark and for chewing with his mouth open.

"This is a special one," your aunt gushes. "He's based off of a legendary soldier who never showed his face on the battlefield. One of a kind, from a specialty toy shop.”

"How interesting..." You muse, gently rubbing the fabric of the veil between your fingers. It's sturdy fabric, but still soft to the touch.

"He was probably ugly as hell," your brother declares. You swat him, and he only cackles and gets up to graze at some more sweets.

"Maybe you should try covering that ugly mug up once in a while," you call after him. He pelts you with a walnut shell.

Your aunt shakes her head fondly. "This one's not just decorative," she says. "He's a real nutcracker by Steinbach."

You look at her, wide-eyed. "So he can crack nuts?"

She nods and tosses you a hazelnut. "Try it."

You lift the wooden man's veil a little to put the hazelnut in his mouth. You could just pull the whole thing up and out of the way, but that feels almost...forbidden? You're not sure why you feel this way—he's just a piece of wood, after all, and he probably doesn't even have anything painted on underneath the veil other than those vibrant blue eyes. But even so, you're hesitant to unmask him.

Cracking the nut works like a charm, though, and some childish excitement bubbles up inside you as the remnants of the cracked hazelnut spill into your palm. "That's incredible!" you gush, running your thumb over the nutcracker's lacquered uniform.

"What do you mean incredible, that's what nutcrackers are for." Your brother returns, a few walnuts rolling around in his palm. He holds his other hand out. "Give him here."

"No. You called him ugly, so he's mad at you," you say, teasing him by holding the nutcracker out of his reach.

Your brother rolls his eyes. "Give it here, you little shit."

"Crack your own nuts," you shoot back. "This is my nutcracker."

He makes another grab for it, and this time he manages to grab the nutcracker's arm. It's only a lighthearted tussle between siblings as you shove at your brother and he refuses to let go of the nutcracker's arm—until it's not.

A terrible snapping of breaking wood causes you to gasp. The two of you stumble away from each other from the force, your brother holding a tiny wooden arm in his hand. He's just pulled it clean off. On closer inspection, your idiot brother has somehow managed to Hulk-rip the arm piece off of the piece that fits inside the socket. "This is a brand new nutcracker, how did you fuck it up?!" you cry.

"Hey, you should have—" Your brother takes one look at your expression and decides not to give you a hard time. "Look, I'm sorry. I was too rough on it. Sit tight for a second." You sit there, numbly staring at the pieces of your poor nutcracker. Really, it's your fault too—why didn't you just let him have the damn thing?

And why is this upsetting you so much? The nutcracker's just a decoration, albeit one with a little more function than most. You feel a sort of attraction to this little wooden man in your hand, though. Maybe it's because his unique design is interesting, or maybe it's because you're intrigued by the idea of a masked soldier who never shows his face. Either way, he was your gift anyway, so it's not that unusual that you're attached to him...right?

"Here, let me see him." Your brother's back, but to your horror, he's holding a pair of needle-nose pliers. "Absolutely not," you respond, jumping up from where you were sitting on the floor. "You are not getting anywhere near my nutcracker with those things. You're just going to fuck it up even more."

"It'll be fiiine," he insists, clicking the pliers open and closed like some maniacal toy surgeon. You're not sure you like the devious glint in his eye. Your brother's a nice guy for the most part, but sometimes he gets this look in his eye that you imagine Dr Frankenstein must have had when he was assembling his creation.

You hold the nutcracker and his detached arm protectively to your chest. "I'll figure out how to fix him in the morning with glue or something," you insist. "I don't need you poking around with pliers and splintering the wood."

"Are you sure? I am sorry, for what it's worth."

You wave him off. You're still kind of mad at him, but you're both adults. You'll live. "Don't worry about it. I think I'm going to head to bed soon, anyway."

"You should keep his arm with him, dear," you aunt pipes up. She had gone into the kitchen during the whole ordeal, but had probably heard everything go down. "Tape it to his side or something. You wouldn't want to lose it."

That's a good idea, you muse, examining your poor amputated nutcracker. You're just about to take her suggestion when you get an idea.

Your brother checks in with you later, right before he goes to bed as well. "You can't be serious," he says. "You made him an arm sling?"

You tie the knot on the little scrap of cloth around the little wooden man's arm nice and snug. "Oh, I'm dead serious," you say. "Doesn't he look cute?"

Your brother lets out a resigned sigh. "Yeah. Sure."

The rest of the evening is relatively uneventful. You put the nutcracker in your room, right on top of the dresser, while you go about your bedtime routine. It always brings you a bit of joy to walk out of the bathroom and see him there, standing tall and proud.

Well, your evening would have been uneventful...had you not bolted awake in bed an hour or two later.

You're groggy and confused, trying to figure out what the hell is going on, when you hear the cacophony of noise. It sounds like footsteps, dozens upon dozens of them, stampeding through your walls. And then the mice show up.

They crawl up from the corners and the floorboards, swarming across your room. You're too terrified to move or even scream out, sure that you must be having some terrible nightmare or hallucination.

And then your nutcracker moves.

You're absolutely positive now that you must be dreaming, watching frozen from your bed as your nutcracker leaps down from your dresser as if he's a living, breathing man and beginning to fight the mice. And he's even...talking?

"Finally, some worthy adversaries!" you hear him cry. You gape at this bloodthirsty little soldier as he beats through mouse after mouse with his tiny sword.

It's an impossible battle, you think. There's no way he can take all those mice alone, and with one injured arm aside...you're usually pretty squeamish when it comes to dubious little animals, but you can't just leave your nutcracker to be overwhelmed. Besides, this is all a dream, so nothing matters, right?

There's one mouse, larger than the others, who's at the back of the pack, squeaking as if giving orders. You're having quite a wild dream, honestly, because the mouse is even wearing a little crown. Like a king, you think with some amusement. You reach over the edge of your bed to pick the mouse up by the scruff.

You're not quite sure what happens next. One moment, the mouse is chattering angrily at you, the next you're on the floor. At first you think you've simply lost your balance and fallen onto the floor, but when you scramble to your feet, you nearly fall over again as you take in your surroundings.

You've shrunk.

Your bedroom is cavernous above your head, your bedposts and furniture as tall as skyscrapers. And worse still, the mice are huge too: the once palm-sized mouse king is now as large as you are, sneering down at you from his snout. You didn't even know mice could sneer.

You yelp and throw yourself to the side to dodge one of the mice lunging at you. "It's time to wake up," you mutter to yourself through clenched teeth. "It would be really really nice to wake up right about now...!"

The mice are unrelenting, a vicious gleam in their eyes as they nip at your heels. They manage to corner you against a piece of furniture, snapping their jaws menacingly. All you can think to do is pray as they draw ever closer, their breath hot as they crowd around you—

A sword neatly lops off the head of one of the mice in front of you.

You gasp and look upwards to see your nutcracker looming above you, his sword gleaming in the low light of your bedroom. He's incredibly menacing at this size, his veil becoming intimidating rather than charming. You're far smaller than him now—if he had been a normal sized man, he would have easily cleared six feet. His eyes are vibrant and intense, staring down at you for a brief moment before they turn back towards his enemy.

You sit there, stock-still in awe as you watch him mow through his adversaries. It takes you a moment to realize you probably shouldn't be hanging around and gawping. Good thing, too, because your knight in shining lacquer is too distracted to notice he's being snuck up on. The larger mouse is creeping up behind him, a wicked glint in its eye.

"No!" you cry. Thinking fast, you pull off your slipper and chuck it at the mouse's head, stunning it. I can't believe that actually worked, you think.

You have to give your nutcracker some credit, his reflexes are wicked-sharp. In a single heartbeat, he's run the mouse king through with his sword. He cuts an imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. But there's a sort of glee in them as well, the kind of thing that should make you uneasy.

It doesn't.

The rest of the mice, seeing their leader fallen, beat a hasty retreat, tugging the corpses of their fallen comrades along with them. You watch them, fascinated, until all that remains of the bloody conflict are a few tiny pools of blood streaked along your floorboards.

"I must thank you," comes the voice of your nutcracker. You look at him, unsure of what to say. You're welcome for throwing a shoe at a giant mouse to keep it from killing you?

"I...of course," is what eventually comes out. You smooth out your dressing gown in a futile effort to look presentable. "I couldn't let him hurt you."

The nutcracker tilts his head curiously. "You don't know me."

"Of course I do. You're my nutcracker," you say, instantly feeling silly once the words leave your mouth. You just received him as a gift, and you only just found out he was sentient anyway. You don't know why you feel so protective...

He shifts his injured arm, the sling still in place. "You bound my arm, as well."

You flush with embarrassment. "I-it was the least I could do," you stammer. "I shouldn't have let my brother do that. Really, it was my own fault—" Your words die in your throat as the nutcracker moves in close to you, so close that you can feel his body heat. Since when did he have body heat?

"Pretty," he murmurs under his breath. You stare at him, dumbfounded. Is your nutcracker...hitting on you?

Suddenly, you snap back to your senses. "Oh my God," you exclaim, staring down at yourself and then back towards your surroundings. "I'm still small. And I haven't woken up yet. Am I dreaming? I must be dreaming. Please tell me I'm dreaming." You pinch your skin, letting out a small exclamation when it hurts. But you still don't wake up.

"Hmm...you won't solve your predicament that easily, little one," the nutcracker muses.

"Wha—do you know how to fix this?"

"I have a hunch," he responds, brow furrowing. You hadn't noticed eyebrows on him when you were examining him earlier in the evening, you note.

"Do tell."

"You've had a curse placed on you, but I don't know how to break it. I do, however, know someone who might know how."

"Well then take me to them!" You stare at him beseechingly. You watch as several indecipherable emotions run through his eyes, then he nods.

You visibly relax. "Thank you."

"You'll have to trust me. You may find the whole process a little...fantastical."

"More fantastical than my nutcracker coming to life and fighting an army of mice on my bedroom floor?" you ask, cocking an eyebrow. His eyes crinkle in a way that must mean he's smiling.

"More fantastical than that," he says. He offers you a hand like a true gentleman, and to your shock, it feels like flesh, not wood. His grip is firm but soothing, his hand so huge it dwarfs your own.

"Let's do this, then."

uhhhhhhh wow this got kinda long I had to cut it short. I'll probably write a part 2? But it's gotta wait because I've got a gazillion other things to write first :P Thank you for the inspiration, anon! 🥺

#yes this König has blue eyes #könig #konig #könig x reader #konig x reader #könig x you #konig x you #könig fanfiction #konig fanfiction #könig cod #konig cod #könig call of duty #cod #call of duty

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 months

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invisible string

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: this is about to be super self indulgent but could you by any chance do a spencer reid x barista!reader maybe he keeps going back to the same cafe or something and memorizes like little facts about coffee or something lol i love your writing so much!!

Summary: Spencer keeps going back to the same coffee shop not because of the coffee but because of a certain someone that never fails to make him smile.

Square Filled: invisible string by taylor swift for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

“I need a double shot espresso and a strawberry refresher,” you call to your coworkers. You’re working the register when a tall man walks up to the counter. Man, he is super cute. “Hi, what can I get for you?”

“I don’t come here often but I hear you don’t take large cups? What are they called?”

“Venti?”

“Yeah, that,” he chuckles. “What do you recommend?”

“I personally love anything caramel. It gives me enough sugar to counteract the bitterness of the coffee.”

“I’ll do that, then.”

Man, he is clueless but he’s so cute. You’re not sure if this is a bit or if this is who he actually is but you like it.

“What kind of coffee do you want?”

“Hazelnut Americano with caramel drizzle.”

“You got it. Anything else?”

“No.”

“Name?”

“Spencer Reid.”

He pays for his coffee and you start making his order since there is no one else in line. You write his name on the cup and walk to the pickup section and call his name. The way he bounces over to the counter is kind of cute.

“Have a nice day, Spencer,” you grin and hand it to him.

“Thank you. You, too!”

The next day when Spencer comes in, he is more confident. He’s still nervous since he finds you attractive but he’s not going to let that stop him.

“Hey, I remember you. You ordered the hazelnut Americano yesterday,” you smile and greet him. You yawn and cover your mouth. “Sorry. It doesn’t matter how much coffee I drink, I am still tired.”

“Did you know that coffee was discovered by an Ethiopian goat herder?”

“I did not but it makes sense. He needed all that energy to round up all the goats. What’s your name again?”

“Spencer.”

“Yes, that was it. Sorry, I have a terrible memory.”

“I have an eidetic one.”

“What is that?”

“An eidetic memory is the ability to recall an image from memory with high precision—at least for a brief period—after seeing it only once and without using a mnemonic device. I have an IQ of 187 and can read twenty-thousand words a minute.”

“So, you’re really smart?”

“Yes,” he chuckles.

“Okay, come back tomorrow and I’ll have a fact for you.”

“Deal.”

There is a line forming behind him so Spencer quickly orders and leaves just as fast as he came. You have to wait an entire day to see him again and this time, you have a fact lined up for him.

“Hi, Spencer,” you smile. “I think I got a good fact for you today.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Did you know that ketchup was once sold as a medicine?”

“In the 1830s, it was believed that the condiment could cure almost anything, including indigestion, diarrhea, and even jaundice,” he nods.

“Alright, smarty-pants, I’ll have to try harder tomorrow.”

“I have one for you about coffee. Did you know that bees love the taste of coffee?”

“Is that why they always fly near me when I’m having my morning coffee in my sunroom?”

“It might be.”

Another line is forming so you grab his coffee order and move on with your life. The only thing you’re looking forward to now is Spencer when he comes in. He shows up the next morning at the same time he’s been showing up, and you find yourself smiling because of him.

“Spencer! The usual?”

“Actually, get me your favorite drink.”

“Are you sure? You’re not allergic to anything?”

“Nope.”

“Coming right up.” You ring him up and accept his cash. “I have another fact, and I think it’s a good one. Did you know the Vikings discovered America and not Christopher Columbus?”

“Yes, approximately five hundred years before Christopher Columbus, the Scandinavian explorer Thorvald, brother of Leif Erikson and son of Erik the Red, died in battle in modern-day Newfoundland.”

“Okay, you’re good.”

Spencer blushes at your small compliment. “My head is filled with facts that I can’t seem to forget like coffee beans are actually the seeds from the coffee plant’s berry-like fruits. The coffee plant is a shrub that grows in tropical climates in parts of Africa, Asia, South America and North America. It produces an edible berry-like fruit known as a coffee cherry, which typically contains two coffee beans. These beans are then processed and roasted to create the coffee we know and love.”

“I did not know that.” You really like talking to him but every time he comes in, there is a line forming behind him. You have to move on so you put in his order. You turn to your coworker who barely begins to make his order. “Can you take this? I want to make his cup.”

“Sure, smitten kitten,” she grins.

You grab the empty cup and make your favorite drink for Spencer. When you’re done, you write your number on the side of it in hopes he will use it.

“Spencer?” He walks up to the counter and you smile. “Here you go.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.”

Spencer doesn’t notice your number until he gets to his car. He smiles which makes you smile because that is a good sign that he likes what you did. The next day, he comes in with someone. He hasn’t used your number yet but maybe he’s nervous. The man with the dark skin encourages Spencer to make a move on you, and he pushes him toward you.

“Hi, Spencer,” you smile.

“Hi. This is my friend and coworker, Derek Morgan.”

“Hi, Derek.” You turn to Spencer. “I got one for you. I really think I’ll get you this time. Did you know that in Ancient Egypt, the New Year celebration was called Wepet Renpet?”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Wait, really?�� you gasp.

“Are you serious?” Derek asks Spencer at the same time as you.

“I’m sorry, yeah, I did.” You tip your head back and laugh. “While we celebrate New Year’s Day on January 1, the Ancient Egyptian tradition was different every year. Meaning ‘the opener of the year’, Wepet Renpet was a way to mark the annual flooding of the Nile River, which usually happened sometime in July. The Egyptians tracked Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, to time their festivities.”

“You know, one day, I’m gonna get you. I’m gonna know something you don’t.”

“I’ve been barking up that tree for years now,” Derek chuckles. You and Spencer look at him and he nods in understanding. “I’ll go wait over there.”

“What can I get you two?”

“Caramel Macchiato and a Hazelnut Americano.”

“Is that all?”

Spencer looks at Derek who nods in encouragement.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he stutters.

He blushes as he talks which is super cute.

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I still have your number. I was nervous about using it but I will now.”

“Don’t wait too long,” you grin.

There is something pulling you and Spencer together, something of an invisible string.

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spidernuggets · 4 months

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Anon asked: ive always had the thought that jason is an extream romantic, especially so when he was younger. I present jason seing reader and thinking she (or he or they) are the most beutiful person in the world But would he pine silently? Or do everything in his power to make them fall in love w him?

Jason Todd x Reader

"Eventually"

Dick was only supposed to take him to the cafe for a quick break. Never in a million years would he think he'd lock eyes with someone he'd want to be a part of their life with. And that's exactly what happened that day.

"Can we make this quick? l'm behind on training, Jason grumbles. Dick scoffs in response

"Calm down, we 'll be quick. Hi, yeah, I'll just get an Americano, thanks.'

"Of course," you reply. "And for you?" You ask towards Jason.

Jason's head lifts up and stares at the pretty person in front of him and suddenly he forgets how to speak.

Jason does NOT believe in love at first sight. He'd ever fully love someone romantically until he believes that both parties of the relationship have full devotion to each other.

No, he doesn't believe in love at first sight. The person standing in front of him just happens to be someone he'd like to get to know more.

"Uh.. sir?" You call out to him as Dick turns his headtowards him in confusion

Jason shakes his head. "Uhm... sorry, I'll just get an iced hazelnut coffee, I guess," he mumbles, just loud enough for you to hear.

"Perfect.. I'lI call out your orders when they're ready,' you tell the two men as they nod and step to the side. Dick paid both orders with his card and put a couple of coins into the tips jar.

Once they both got their orders, they both thanked you. Jason let Dick walk away first before seeing that you had you back turned, making another order.

He didn't know what he was thinking, but he just got the urge to quickly walk to your tip jar and place two 20 bills in.

When you finished your shift and counted up your tips, you couldn't believe that someone would've placed a 40 in. Or maybe 2 people placed a 20 each? Who knows. But you were happy nonetheless

Ever since Jason first unofficially met you, he's been visiting the cafe on his own a couple of times every 2 weeks or so. Then, the visits once every week, then twice every week. Now, Jason visits the cafe every chance he gets. And he realises it may seem stalker-ish, but he's had a grasp of your roster patterns and only shows up to the cafe when you're working.

And you've noticed it, too. And so has your coworkers. After his first visit, you told one of your coworkers the next day about the cute guy you ordered one of your favourite drinks.

And when one of your other coworkers was going over security footage to see who was nicking a cookie or two from the pastry shelf, she reported to you that it was Jason who left the two 20 bills in your tip jar. And you swear you got a heart palpitation.

When you see Jason walking up to the cafe through the windows, your heart sped up, and you get excited and start making his usal hazelnut iced coffee.

When he walks to your counter, you place his drink in front of him.

"Hazelnut iced coffee?" You smile towards him as he returns the grin.

"Know me so well," he replies, taking the drink and placing a 50 in its place.

As you go get his change, he shakes his head. "Just keep the change, sweetheart," he says as your eyes widen.

"What?? No! That's like a 1000% tip!" You exclaim worringly.

And Jason laughs. "It's fine, plently more where that came from, Y/n."

Your brows pinch in confusion as you look down, remembering your nametag.

You lightly scoff and roll your eyes and shook your head. "I don't care, here," you say, handing him his change.

"Fine. How bout I use this money to take you on a date then?" He asks.

You hesitate. Sure, the guy's cute, but... you don't even know him..

"I'm busy," you impulsively say, mentally slapping yourself for the lame response.

"I never said when."

"Busy anyway, tight schedule."

"Liar, you know I'm always here when your working."

"Yeah, I know.."

"I know you know."

"Shut up," you say, and you couldn't help but smile at the small banter between the two of you.

Luckily it was a quiet day and there was no line.

"I don't even know your name," you proudly say.

"It's Jason. And fine. How 'bout," Jason takes a napkin and writes down his number. "Friends. For now. And I take you on a date."

You think for a moment before agreeing. "Eventually," you say, not wanting to be too quick into dating some guy.

"Eventually," Jason repeats.

"But!" You say. "No more massive tips. I'm not going on a date with someone who flaunts money," you condition.

He nods in response. Jason raises his coffee as a salute goodbye. "Eventually," He bids a farewell as he walks out.

"Eventually," you quietly say to yourself, excited to see how this friendship would bloom.

From your condition alone, Jason realises you'd prefer handmade or cheaper gifts rather than grand gestures or expensive offerings.

One time, during the first few weeks that he visited the cafe, he noticed a copy of Little Women behind you.

So you were somewhat into classic literature.

He prepares a little note for you in replace for the cash tip.

When he gets his drink, he pays and puts that note in your tip jar.

You take it out and read it when he leaves.

Be the Amy to my Laurie? ;) it read.

The next time Jason visited you, he placed a red rose in your jar, and this gesture definitely made you blush.

After a month or so of him olacing cute notes and small gifts in you jar, you finally accept his proposal of a date.

And soon, the two of you became an official couple. This was the point where Jason became more of a romantic than usual.

He recited poems and sonnets. Wrote love quotes from his favourite classic novels, putting it in your bag before you headed for work. He made sure you knew his love and affection he has towards you every day.

And sometimes, he'd feel a little cheeky and slip a 50 'tip' in your wallet when you're not looking.

I'm so sorry that this is probably short and lame, Anon, I had so many technical difficulties with this 😭

I based this mainly on Titans!Jason Todd, since he m seems to be more flirty and expressive than other Jason Todds I've seen.

I wasn't sure how to incorporate this into a fic, but I'd think that firstly, when he first sees you, he definitely wants to know you more, but based on his background, he doesn't wanna scare you away, so he silently pines in the background before having the courage to make a move.

I will take to my grave that he recites book quotes and poems cuz he's our little theatre nerd.

In my opinion, when Jason first sees someone, he wouldn't fall for them or anything like that. I'd think that if he hangs out with them enough, then he'd start to have a crush on them.

But when he finally realises he loves them, he loves them HARD. Like he can't imagine a life with anyone else but you.

Thanks so much for the request, Anon. Have a great day!

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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Helloo, can I request Miguel with an artist reader who draws him a lot? 👉👈 Like the reader has a secret crush on Miguel and he inspires them a lot, without even knowing it. And maybe there's a Gwen-and-Miles-like-situation where Miguel by accident discovers the drawings of him in their sketchbook?

AAAAAAAA ANON THIS IS SO CUTE !! tbh i wanted to finish the miggy fic i had for ate @binibinileonara bc i wanted to connect these two together, BUT I COULDN'T RESIST, I'LL MAKE IT SEPARATE BC WHY NOT !! thank you for the lovely idea btw (i also had an idea like this actually in my notes) THANKS FOR GIVING ME THE OOMPH TO DO IT !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you always had this desire to capture all that interested you in its full beauty, in its unbridled greatness. that was, to you, the essence of all your art pieces; they always reflected how you saw the world, how you saw nature, how you saw people.

you never believed people had one or two faces to them, you believed people were multi-faceted, that every person was a kaleidoscope of beauty, skills, quirks, flaws, fears, hopes, and dreams. you loved capturing every bit of people who intrigued you the best you could, and you hoped that if you stood back and admired the big picture that was them, going over the details and fibers that made each person their own–from the good, bad, pretty and ugly details–you would finally see the whole, uncut image of the person you were illustrating; who you were painting in the colors you saw them in, the colors that stuck with you and filled the empty canvas of your mind with all sorts of shapes and splotches of hues and shades that formed the image of them when their name would come to mind.

and for some reason... that person to you right now was miguel o'hara. you had a lot of things to say about him, even words that many would argue don't exist. you felt a myriad of feelings when you were around miguel, and you knew there was more than just the dictating leader miguel that everyone was familiar with. like all people, miguel, too, was an explosion of different kinds of colors to you–colors that only you could see, because when he was around you... he was more than just the cool, calm, and collected boss everyone saw him as.

he was much more caring, much more funny around you. his smile when you told him a funny story illuminated a bright yellow and a warm orange to you–his eyes would twinkle and you'd see the hazelnut brown in his eyes, and a shade of what appeared to be coffee brown at the bottom of his irises. he exuded a commanding aura, a dark, cool blue–but when paired with you, and only you, he exuded a bright red; a color of fiery passion, intimacy, and most of all... attraction.

he was the subject of your affections, you, the soulful and emotional artist that admired him and all that he was from afar and up close. you admired the way he held your hand when you were scared on a few missions, you admired how gently he held you when you two were caught between a rock and a hard place; and how soft and loving his eyes were when they gazed at you. you knew he might have felt a platonic kind of love for you, what with being so comfortable around you and all, but you felt a different kind of love for him–and you hated denying your creative side the indulgence of capturing him in all his beauty.

hence, you began slowly filling the empty spaces of your sketchbooks and notebooks, or whatever other papers lay around when inspiration struck you, with images of him and only him. you caught his face in moments where he was nonchalant, disappointed, angry, grumpy, and... smiling.

when you witnessed his smile for the first time when you met him, that image was burned into your retinas, into your mind, into your heart. you saw that smile from the minute you went to bed to the minute you woke up, the only thing that saddened you was that you could never hold that man who smiled at you and made your heart beat a little faster–you could only watch him and be with him at a distance. but art was the bridge between you two that'd close that distance you wanted to cover so, so badly.

you did, at times, believe what you were doing was... a little creepy. you refused to let anyone see your sketchbooks even before you drew him, and that was out of embarrassment at your drawings. but now, it was a new kind of embarrassment, a feeling adjacent to guilt and disgust at how nobody but he could fill your mind and have you wanting to keep him in your mind by feeding yourself, indulging yourself in putting him on paper and coloring him in; to be with him at a closer perspective than how you two were in the real world.

you had to admit it–seeing him constantly in your mind, wanting to let thoughts of him out on paper as you wanted to be through with imagining him, but knew you couldn't the more and more you portrayed him–it meant you... wanted him. you really, really loved him.

you knew nobody should know, nobody had to know about this little crush you had on miguel. you'd rather die than have someone peek at your sketchbook that was filled with all kinds of drawings of him. but unfortunately, the man himself bore witness to your caricatures and illustrations of him when you left your sketchbook at his office.

you ran as quickly as you could, praying he hadn't opened it out of curiosity. he was always asking you what you were up to, and you'd immediately shut your sketchbook and laugh awkwardly, claim you were merely doodling. you always left out the part that you were constantly drawing him, and only ever him; and now, he'd find out.

as you entered his office, scouring with your eyes for your sketchbook, a figure emerged from the darkness behind you and gave a slight cough. "this is yours, isn't it?" that low, fluid voice was none other than miguel's. you turned around in fear of what he was going to look like–would any of the faces you drew seeing him as be one of the faces you'd see?

to your surprise... no. he had a different, completely new face that you had never drawn him in; a flustered state. he was blushing, his angled cheeks and high nose bridge were covered in a pink-red hue–and he was grinning. he handed you the sketchbook with a now sheepish smile. "i'm sorry, i wasn't sure if it was yours. i had to... look through for a name. and, um... it was very–" he wanted to continue, but then, he saw you were on the verge of tears.

"i'm... sorry..." you muttered, feeling incredibly ashamed of yours and busted for having indulged in drawing him without him knowing. guilt stirred in your stomach and elicited tears to well up in your eyes. miguel smiled, and as his eyebrows curved upwards together to form a look of reassurance, he placed both hands on your shoulders.

"listen, you have a wonderful talent. i'm sorry if you don't hear that enough, but that changes today. i'm so... wow, i'm so flattered you thought i was good enough to be drawn that way. it feels... amazing, to know an artist sees me fit to be their, what would you call it?" he asked as he wiped a tear rolling down your cheek away from you.

"a... muse." you whispered, wiping the rest of your tears away. miguel chuckled. "right, a muse." he said as he inched closer to you, with the sweetest smile on his face. "i might sound really crazy right now, but... i want to be your muse. i really, really want to be your muse." he said, with emphasis on 'your'.

your face lightened up as the tears that welled up gave your eyes a glassy look, and you saw the blush on his deepen as you became more and more flustered. you smiled and wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him in for an embrace you needed to release. "and i want to be your artist. only yours." you whispered, to which miguel reciprocated your hug. and it was here that you witnessed him in a new color, a pinkish, reddish hue that made you feel all kinds of happiness and excitement.

a love meant to be captured and painted in with bursts of emotion and care for one another.

a/n: I'M SO SORRY IF IT DIDN'T COME OUT THAT WELL NGL I MADE THIS A LITTLE RUSHED 😭😭😭 BUT I LOVE MIGGY HERE PLSSS AND I HOPE Y'ALL LOVE HIM HERE, TOO <333

tags !! @thecoolerdor @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @luvstarrstruck

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #atsv #atsv miguel #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spidersona

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hopelesswritergall · 6 months

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The adventures of coffee

Requested: by anon

Taglist (Comment to be added or removed!): @daenerysapologist @simp-aholic @howyouloveyourdragon @arcielee

The five times Aemond got your order wrong and the one time he got it right

TW: afab reader, fingering, general nsfw stuff

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On entering the small warm coffee shop, the aroma of freshly prepared coffee surrounded you. Golden rays of sunlight streamed in through the big windows highlighting the rough wooden tables and strange looking chairs. People were rushing in the place as it was morning yet your eyes were attracted to the handsome barista behind the counter. You saw on his nameplate he was called Aemond. Peculiar name, but you didn’t pay any kind to it, neither to his eyepatch.His look into your eyes would melt the coldest of people’s hearts.

“Good morning,” you said, trying so hard not to show that your cheeks were already getting a bit warmer when Aemond showed you his smile.

“Good morning,” he said with a flirty smile while leaning forward. “What can I get you today darling? Pumpkin spiced latte, iced coffee? You name it love.”

“Caramel latte with extra foam,” you said, your voice shaking just a little bit more than you had meant it to be.

“Extra foam? Sure,” Aemond answered with his pen darting around the cup’s top.

You jumped up from your chair when your name was called and quickly moved towards your drink only to become confused. The liquid that passed your lips was certainly not like a caramel latte but more similar to a simple cappuccino.

“Excuse me”, you called as you tried to get the attention of Aemond. He looked at you with a smile on his face.

"Is there a problem, princess?"

His word choice made it impossible for you not to feel the heat rise to your face. "This isn't a caramel latte."

Smiling, he came even nearer to you. “Hmmm? Are you sure about that? Maybe it’s just a caramel latte with an identity crisis.”

Still, you giggled with Aemond and he vowed to pour your drink for real this time. There was no doubt that your initial encounter with the charismatic barista had made a lasting impression on both of you.

The second time

The next day, you returned to the coffee shop, ready to give Aemond another chance. After all, everyone makes mistakes, right?

"Hey there," Aemond greeted with a sly grin. "Back for round two?"

You couldn't help but chuckle at his playful tone. "I'll have a vanilla latte this time, please."

"Vanilla latte coming right up, sunshine." Aemond scribbled down your order, his sapphire eye twinkling in the sunlight.

Once your drink was ready, you approached the counter, hoping that this time, you'd get exactly what you ordered. But as you took a sip, you realized that it was nothing like a vanilla latte; it tasted more like a chai latte.

Aemond noticed your quizzical expression and strutted over. "What's the verdict this time, sweetheart? Did I ace it?"

You chuckled, liking his attitude. "Well, it's not a vanilla latte, but it's delicious."

Aemond grinned, his cockiness still intact. "Close enough, right?"

You nodded, secretly enjoying this little caffeine-fueled dance with the charismatic barista. The tension between you two was undeniable.

The third time

A few days later, you found yourself standing in front of the coffee shop's counter again. Now ready to face Aemond’s often charming yet error-prone skills.

“How’s it going?” Aemond asks with a wink. “What will be your poison of the day?”

“Can I have a hazelnut mocha this time?” You replied.

“Easy enough,” Aemond scribbles it down on the cup and gets to work.

Once your drink was ready, you took a cautious sip. It wasn’t a hazelnut mocha or a mocha at all, it was actually just black coffee. A plain black coffee, nothing added, just the bitter taste of the coffee.

You chuckled as you approached Aemond. “You always find some way to surprise me. This is just black coffee!”

Aemond shrugged with a mischievous smile. “Who needs hazelnut when you can have the pure essence of coffee?”

Shaking your head in amusement, you appreciate the playful banter that came with ordering from Aemond.

The fourth time

The next week, you returned to the coffee shop, determined to challenge Aemond's skills once more. After all, this has become an unexpected yet endearing part of your daily routine.

"Hey there, Aemond," you greeted. "I'll have a toffee nut latte with whipped cream this time."

Aemond's eyes twinkled with mischief as he scribbled down your order. "Toffee nut latte with whipped cream, you got it."

When your drink was ready, you took a sip and realized it was not a toffee nut latte but a regular latte with no whipped cream.

You approached Aemond with an amused grin. "Aemond, this is just a regular latte."

Aemond feigned innocence, his eyes showing his mischievous side. "Oops, I must have confused toffee nut with 'plain old latte.' My bad."

You couldn't help but shake your head in amusement. Each incorrect order was becoming an endearing but weird tradition between the two of you.

The fifth time

By the fifth visit, you couldn't help but wonder if Aemond's mistakes were intentional or just an oddly timed coincidence. But you found yourself looking forward to each visit, not only for the caffeine fix but for the banter and charm Aemond provided.

"Good to see you back,” he greeted with a smirk. "What order can I mess up for you today princess? Is today the day you want a pumpkin spiced latte?"

You chuckled. "I'll have a peppermint mocha, please. No pumpkin spiced latte for me please."

Aemond wrote down your order and sent it along to the barista. As you received the drink, you discovered that it was not a peppermint mocha but a pumpkin spiced latte instead.

You sighed, though you couldn't help but smile. "Aemond, it's not a peppermint mocha."

Aemond leaned closer, his grin widening. "Oops, well can you blame me? Peppermint and pumpkin. Pretty similar. My bad."

You laughed, giving him a playful look. Despite the series of wrong orders, there was something endearing about Aemond's witty banter and charm. You found yourself looking forward to your daily visits to the coffee shop, if only to see what creative ‘mistake’ Aemond would make with your order.

Getting it right

A few weeks passed, and you were back at the coffee shop, hoping for a change of pace. You couldn't help but wonder if Aemond would ever get your order right.

"Hello, Aemond," you greeted with a playful smile. "I'll have a caramel latte with extra foam, just like I ordered on my first day."

Aemond scribbled your order, this time without any teasing or witty remarks..

When your name was called and you eagerly reached for your drink, your anticipation was met with a pleasant surprise. It was a caramel latte with extra foam, prepared exactly as you'd requested.

You looked at Aemond with a surprised smile. "Aemond, you actually got it right this time."

He grinned, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "It only took five tries, but I finally nailed it."

You couldn't help but laugh as you sipped your perfectly made caramel latte. Maybe it was Aemond's charming imperfections that had made you look forward to coming back each day.

“I’m actually impressed by it, I didn’t know it was possible.” You joked

“Well, I try my best for pretty people sometimes. Not often, but sometimes.”

That was all the confirmation you needed from him. “You think I’m pretty? I must admit I’ve always found you pretty as well.”

Aemond suddenly got an idea. It was bold but he was almost certain you’d be up for it. “Since I'm closing soon, how would you like to stay a bit longer? We could go to the back of the shop…”

“I’d say close the shop, pretty barista boy.”

With a quick motion, he flipped the sign on the door to read 'Closed' and turned back towards you with a predatory grin. "Alright then, let's go somewhere more private," he murmured, leading you towards the back room of the cafe where they could indulge in their desires without interruption.

“You’re pretty bold, Aemond. I like that about you”

Aemond snickered faintly and wrapped an arm around your waist, drawing you near to him as he guided you through the dimly lit corridor towards the back room. Once inside, he shut the door behind you and pressed you against it, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours He traced his fingers lightly over your cheek before running them down to your neck, feeling the rapid pulse beneath your skin.

“Tell me the things you want to do with me, Aemond, I wish to hear it. ”

Aemond whispered into your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to explore every inch of your body with my tongue and hands until you are quivering with pleasure," he growled, his voice low and rough," Then I want to take you to the edge and observe as you fall apart in ecstasy."

His hand slipped under your shirt, skimming over your bare skin before coming to rest on your breast, squeezing gently.

“What do you say? Are you willing to give yourself over to me fully?" Aemond grinned wickedly and bent down to capture your mouth in a fierce kiss, his tongue tangling with yours as he deepened the connection between you two. His other hand moved to unzip your jeans, sliding them down along with your panties, liberating your bare body from the cloth." Mmm, you are so beautiful," he muttered against your lips before running kisses down your throat and collarbone, leaving a trail of fire.

Aemond smirked devilishly and continued his exploration, his hands roaming over your body with expert accuracy, teasing and tormenting you with each touch. As he slid his fingers inside of you, he groaned deeply, feeling how soaking and ready you were for him." You are incredible," he whispered hoarsely," So responsive and eager to please." He thrust his fingers in and out of you, hitting that spot that made you moan loudly, making him grin wickedly.

“Look at you, so pathetic. So needy for me already, what do you say princess? Are you ready?”

#x reader #hotd x reader #aemond targaryen fic #house of the dragon aemond #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond imagine #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #modern aemond x reader #aemond x reader #aemond smut #hotd smut #smut #my work💖

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analog-cottage-gore · 10 months

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plot twist: it was Winnie who gave Hazel the crowbar

I mean. Is that really a plot twist? If it's the logical answer?

#For clarification I'm being silly #Thank you anon #welcome to dreamworld #wtdw #hazelnut tree au #I might write this

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yxami · 1 year

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OMG KYO IS SOOOO ADORABLE🥹

The whole fic was like a giant ball of fluff I loved it╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ I would honestly love to see more of him and reader, maybe they got paired for a project so went somewhere together and Kyo, in his delusional little mind, is convinced they are out on a date?

I’m glad you like my requests, I love your writing and have a bunch of stuff I wanna request but want to send then slowly hdksjhsh

-🌸 anon

I accidentally posted my draft instead of saving and I don’t think there’s a way to delete the post without destroying the ask so I made this one long enough for me to not get distracted and write without break. Thank you for requesting again 🌸 anon!

Kyosuke nervously scanned the options of drinks and snacks the cafe had. The menu was well decorated and put together nicely. He was only noticing these things because he wanted to avoid looking at you.

Which is something rare, he would never attempt to do that but today was different. You looked too cute! The way you dressed yourself up today made soft blush steady on his cheeks. It was almost too much of a sight to take in.

The two of you were partnered up for a project and when he heard your name after his; he was so happy! He hastily approached you, his words were quiet from his heart beating too quick. You told him Saturday was perfect to meet up and you found a good cafe to go to!

He was relieved that you already chose out the place. He’d likely stumble on his words and mumble if he had to choose the perfect date for the two of you. It was a date right? Right.

“I’m gonna get this hazelnut coffee with bagel and cream cheese. What about you?” Your eyes glanced up at his, that were focused on the menu in-front of him. Just like had been for the past minute. You wondered if he was okay, was the busy atmosphere too much for him?

“Uhm.. I think I’ll get this boba drink and … a muffin!” He showed you the menu, pointing towards the items he planned to order. You nodded and the two of you waited for a server to come by.

It was a small but busy cafe. You liked the atmosphere, and the smell. People often came here to study and chat, the cafe advertised the calm place that was perfect for it as well!

Once the two of you ordered, you stared at Kyosuke. Wouldn’t it make more sense for him to be next to you? So the two of you could properly plan out what to do for each slide. You decided to speak up about it as well.

“Hey, come sit over here. It’s better so that we can view the same screen” You pat the space next to you. It was a spacious booth so you’d prefer if he was on your side so it was easier for everything.

“Okay sure!” He agreed, you got out of the booth so he could sit on the inner side rather than outside. That way, he wouldn’t have to see the busy look of the cafe. You always assumed he was antisocial and he in fact was! It was pretty obvious..

Kyosuke focused on looking at your computer, lost in thought instead of listening to your voice. He was too distracted thinking about the date that the two of you were on. Was the date for hanging out and studying or a date to sneak in some school stuff.

It had to be a normal date! You chose such a lovely cafe and wanted him to sit closer. You were definitely hinting something, right? He felt your thigh graze against his, he swallowed the surprised sound that was about to escape from his throat.

He was just so anxious, this was his first date! His first time being with such a lovely person like you. It made him want to be your boyfriend even more than before. If it was even possible! He wondered how it would be before the two of you dated.

Maybe few weeks, then after a few months you’ll be prepared for an engagement, then a marriage! He couldn’t wait to be wed to you, to keep you happy with his skills. If you wanted.. maybe the two of you could even have kids—

“Kyo, did you hear what I said?” You poked at him, wondering why his large eyes seemed to be lost in thought. You didn’t hate it though, his surprised face was adorable every-time you caught him distracted.

“Oh- no! Sorry I was thinking about something” He slightly frowned, forgetting that you were talking about something. He must’ve seemed rude! He hoped you would let him explain.

“It’s okay, you look cute when you’re thinking” You giggled, now pointing at the slides. They were empty; only holding the titles that the two of you planned.

“How about we use combine these two slides rather than have them separate. It’ll look smaller but the slide will be lengthy instead of both being separated.” You switched to the other one, holding a similar title that could be paired with the other.

“That sounds good!“ He didn’t even realized you complimented him until a few more seconds. His cheeks reddened more then before. Is his heart going to be able to beat once more if you continued?

After the two of you got your coffees and snacks, the mission was to get to work! He assisted in the slides, revising and correct mistakes you missed. If both of you guys were lucky, you’d be able to write 4 slides. You had another 2 weeks to finish so it was a pretty good start.

You saved everything, taking a break to eat your bagel. He took notice and started to sip on his drink. A break was needed! You were so hardworking and thoughtful, he admired you before you caught him.

“What’s with the look in your eyes” You smiled, pointing out his shiny eyes that seemed to glint only in your presence. You always liked looking at him, his eyes were very pretty and his face was a perfect sight to see! But he always was looking at you before you took a peek at him.

“What look?” He said confused, was it positive or negative? He was wondering if you meant the fact that he was silently respecting your dutiful traits, along with your outfit choice. It suited you very well!

“You got a nice glint in your eyes, is it the light” You leaned closer to him to see if it was such lighting that complimented his eyes. You saw it often so maybe he just had very reflective eyes.

“Wh-wha do you mean?!” He sputtered before leaning away out of the overwhelming closeness between the two of you. His nervous hands were placed behind him as he avoided keeping his face too close.

“Oops, sorry. I didn’t mean to get too close” You giggled with a guilty tone, even though you loved his reaction to how close you were. He always scampered like a hamster whenever you entered his bubble.

“It’s okay! I just didn’t know what you meant” He composed himself, breathing normally rather then holding his breath like before. He smiled cheek to cheek, he would have to start training himself to handle you or else he’d be too shy to propose when the day came for your marriage!

The date project planning went well, managing to get 4 almost 5 slides done. You enjoyed what you ordered and would probably visit again when you had to do study. He was a good partner as well! Which made the time smoothly pass by.

It was just the end that surprised you!

“Uhm.. can we do this again? Not like anything school related but a date!” His eyes surprisingly focused on you, unwavering.

“Sure! I’d like that” You happily hugged Kyosuke, finding it surprising that he was able to embrace you as well. You didn’t think Kyosuke was into you like that but you wouldn’t mind going on a date with him! He was nice company and a good friend so why not try?

“Al-alright! Oh my gosh, I didn’t expect you to say yes” He let out a sigh of relief that he was holding in ever since the two of you stepped out the cafe. You giggled at his shy and now relaxed words. He wasn’t as tense before.

“I’ll text you when I’m free, see you later, Kyo” You kissed his cheek, letting go of the hug to do so. You walked off to start heading home. Not witnessing the beautiful sight of his reaction.

Which was him standing with wide eyes still in pure shock, with a face redder than ever before in his life. He couldn’t believe you just kissed him! This was a dream come true! Next was just your hand in marriage and then he could die being the happiest man on earth!

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #soft yan #nerd yan #nerd yandere #yandere oc #yandere soft #shy yandere #yandere shy #yandere nerd #kyosukemyoc #🌸 anon

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succubusyuyu · 1 year

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can’t get out of my mind for mark and nipples play cause he would be so obsessed with groping and nibbling them 😮‍💨

oh anon you got me thinking about this the whole day so I just came with something...

[18:20]

tags: mark x reader, smut, food play, a little fluff

it's your birthday and mark knows you're not that into parties to yourself, so he just plan a special day for you. he buys you a beautiful floral dress to use on your special day, he brings breakfast in bed for you, he takes you to a park full of flowers, to the shopping, buy you your favorite ice cream and favorite junk food, buy you another gift, a pretty necklace with a green heart who matches your dress and when it's already afternoon when the day is almost over he takes you home where he have a strawberry cake ready for you, your favorite.

"happy birthday, baby." he takes you to the couch, kissing your hand and bringing you to sit on his lap, "let's eat your cake, it's your favorite." you smiles, because yes it is and he remembered, "you remembered." you say, leaving a peck on his lips, "of course I did, baby, I remember everything about you." he cut one piece of the cake with the fork and bring it to your lips, you open and hums at the delicious flavor, some chantilly get lost on your lips and he prompt licks it clean for you, you smiles against his lips.

"i remember everything, i remember you like flowers, and you didn't have a favorite movie, yet you always want to watch howl's moving castle," his lips travel to your neck, "i know your favorite lotion is the cherry and hazelnut one, which i love, make you so much more delicious," his tongue licks a flat line from your neck to your shoulder, you shivers, "mark-ah", he smiles against your neck.

mark takes one piece from the cake and eats it himself, his chantilly dirty lips places kisses against your collarbones, to your shoulders, and come back cleaning with again, lips making a path along your skin, "fuck, you tastes so fucking good, baby." he slides the dress's strap from your shoulders, one by one, until they are pooling at the curve of your breasts, and leaves more kisses, more and more, "want more, kitty?" he asks and you nod, not knowing if is kisses or the cake he's taking about, anyway you get both, a piece of cake on your mouth and kisses along the beginning of your tits, he sucks at the skin as if your skin is delicious as the strawberry you found between the cake, "is it so good, marklie?" you teases and he smiles against your skin, raising his eyes to look at you, "it's delicious, baby, you're so delicious, so hot, my delicious girlfriend." he says groping your titties, his fingers found easily your hard nipples over the soft dress fabric, pinching it, hard, just as he knows you like.

"mark-" you moans, as his lips start to travel further and his head is basically between your titties, your hand finds the way to his hair and your fingers run through the black strands, bringing him to where you want the most and he does, his teeth drag the fabric until your breasts are exposed and his mouth attacks your nipples, he is fast, as if he's hungry, nibbling at your nipples, making you moan loud as he sucks and grop your tits, and you're enjoying it so fucking much until he's moving away and you're whining. "mark yah, why, baby?" you whines and he smirks. "just want to eat a bit of your cake, baby," he takes a piece with the fork, "it is delicious just like your tits, love." he says as he takes the chantilly top from the cake and spreads along your areola, you gasp at the cold sensation of the sweet chantilly, and soon at the sensation of his tongue running along the areola and twirling around your nipple, "can you come just by me sucking at your titties, baby?" he asks, but the smirk lifting the corner of his lips, says he isn't asking, he knows you will.

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