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Intoxicating: (Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Reader AU) 18+ WARNING
Pairings: Modern!Aemond Targaryen x f!Reader
Warnings: toxic relationship, possessiveness, strong language, SMUT, mentions of tattooing needles, sexual themes
Authors Note: Hello lovely people, I decided to write this Modern!Aemond AU as I have been imagining him covered in tattoos recently and I need the thought out of my head lol! This will be the first part of what will be a mini series. So please enjoy a slightly toxic tattoo artist Aemond, WARNING THIS DOES CONTAIN SEXUAL THEMES THROUGHOUT. MINORS DNI!
The quiet buzz of chatter and jazz fills the small space of the corner café you find yourself in, the weather outside is dull and it seems the heavens have opened themselves up as the rain pelts off the pavement outside the quaint café. There’s a chill in the air today as Autumn seems to be in full swing with the vibrant orange and yellow leaves falling from the trees to find their home on the ground, the latte clasped in your small palms provides a small semblance of warmth as you wait for your best friend Helaena.
Lost in idle thought you are startled slightly by the sudden arrival of your best friend; however, a look of genuine surprise is etched across your features as Helaena’s brother Aegon accompanies her. You rise from your stool pulling the siblings into a gentle embrace a smile working its way across your face. You never had any siblings, so the pair are the closest thing to family you have.
Aegon and Helaena are both tattoo artists possessing an incredibly popular joint a few streets over from where you are currently situated. Due to the popularity of the shop you rarely get to spend much time with them, making today even more special.
You have several tattoos yourself but have never had any done by the siblings, as well as a catch up today was also a consultation deciding after much milling you wanted the two most important people in your life to help create something beautiful that would remain with you for long after.
After chatting for what feels like hours you relay to them some of the ideas you have for the piece you want to get on your thigh. Both sketch small pieces of the design continually looking at each other then to you. Aegon’s eyes are drawn to the watch that is situated on his wrist the thick leather strap concealing part of the tattoo inked on his wrist.
“Shit!” Aegon startles you with his sudden outburst, Helaena seeming to understand the reason for the alarm.
“I am so sorry (Y/N) but we have to go, Aemond is watching the shop and we have clients lined up back to back for the rest of the day!” You roll your eyes unintentionally at the mention of their brother.
“Play nice (Y/N)” Helaena fake scolds you at your reaction to Aemond’s name being mentioned.
You see Aemond Targaryen was Aegon and Helaena’s brother and joint partner in the studio, he also happens to be your ex-boyfriend. Let’s just say things did not end very well between you both and have yet to see each other properly since besides seeing him through the back of the shop or skulking about in the background of a facetime call.
“Anyway, sunshine we will be in contact in the next few days Helaena will text you once the design is finalised to get your ok then we can lockdown a date.” Aegon kisses you on the cheek bidding you farewell with Helaena following close behind.
It’s three days later when Helaena texts you informing you the design is complete to your shock, before you can text back replying your phone buzzes indicating an incoming call. It’s Helaena.
“My darling Helaena hello, everything ok?” you greet her over the phone.
“All good babe, are you busy just now?” Her tone rising in question.
“No darling I am free, what’s up?” wondering why she is asking.
“Can you pop over to the studio, I am here thought you could come take a look at the design and see what you think. I can nip next door and get coffee if that’s any incentive!” you can hear her chuckle on the other end of the phone. As if you needed any incentive to go and see your best friend.
Throwing your hair up in a loose bun before pulling out a few loose strands you grab your shacket from the hanger next to the door and slip on your boots, grabbing your keys and making your way to the shop.
It’s about 20 minutes later when you arrive at the shop looking slightly wind swept, the smalls of your cheeks-tinged pink with the temperature outside. Pushing the door open you can see Helaena sketching away on her notepad, Aegon is nowhere to be seen.
After greeting each other Helaena invites you through the back of the shop leading you to the coffee like a dog to a bone, sensing your desperation for something warm to calm the chill settling over your body.
Little does she know the chill isn’t from the weather outside but at the mere thought of running into her brother, praying your ex is not in the studio and instead skulking about somewhere else. You are not prepared to interact with Aemond today, if only you can just get to the design, you can leave and hopefully avoid any interaction or mention of him altogether.
Sensing your unease as you look over your shoulder eyeing the door Helaena leans in closer and whispers.
“You can calm down (Y/N) he is mid-session with a client, I doubt you will see him.” Her hand rests atop your shoulder.
This does little to settle the swirling sickness in your stomach.
Sitting nursing the latte in your hand you look over the design Aegon and Helaena came up with and your eyes begin to well, the piece is special its beautiful. You embrace your friend who hushes you trying to settle the rising emotion in you.
Something catches your eye on the other side of the office, on the swivel chair sits a jacket. A leather jacket. You recognise it immediately as the jacket you bought Aemond for his Christmas 2 years ago, you had it custom made for him hoping to tailor it to his frame and personality.
You can’t believe he still has it, the way the both of you left things you expected him to have thrown it away or burned it in some cathartic outburst. A chill runs up your spine as you pick up on a smell that makes your hair stand on end and your mouth water. You remember it well, it’s Aemond, his aftershave. When you were together it drove you crazy, the smell almost intoxicating.
You are torn from your daydream when behind you the office door opens, the way Helaena’s eyes widen and the chill up your spine increases tells you all you need to know about who exactly it is that is at the door.
“Do I not even get a hello?” Aemond grunts from his spot against the door frame, entering the room to find what it is he originally entered the room for.
Your lack of response gives him all the answers he needs about how you feel about his presence in the room, a dry laugh escapes your mouth.
“Figures Princess” he sneers as he opens his desk drawer to grab a packet of cigarettes and a lighter.
“Kiss my ass Aemond” you don’t acknowledge him instead raising your middle finger behind you.
What you didn’t expect was for him to make his way across the room to lean down next to you, Helaena’s features register a look of utter panic.
“Have done before Princess.” His mouth is at the small of you ear, the statement sends a violent shudder through your body as he uses this opportunity to exit the room.
The rest of the day is uneventful and thankfully there are no further interactions with your ex-boyfriend. The design needed no further changes and so you and Helaena settle on a date for the following week to get the piece done.
The Following Week…
Grabbing your keys, you lock the front door to your apartment making your way to the studio. Today is the day you are getting your thigh piece done, the piece is a combination of various flowers and vines that will wrap around your inner thigh and down your knee.
Grabbing coffee and a family sized bag of sour patch kids you arrive at the studio excited to start your session.
When you enter however you are greeted by an apprehensive Aegon who approaches you with hands raised in defence.
“(Y/N) don’t panic, Helaena is ill she’s had to go home for the day.” His look tells you this is not the worst part of this encounter.
“I am in the middle of a session with a client, or I would do it.” He continues trailing off slightly with nervousness.
“Aegon please tell me you have just moved my appointment and you aren’t going to tell me what I think you are going to tell me.” Gods be good please do not get stuck with Aemond.
He emerges from the back of the shop leaning against the door frame behind the front desk, arms crossed over one another. A shit eating grin plastered over his annoyingly gorgeous face.
“Fuck no!” you exclaim attempting to make a dash for the door before you are caught by Aegon who carries you through to the studio despite your attempts to squirm away.
Finally, you accept defeat deciding it’s better to get it done and just not interact with him, settling into the wrapped chair sliding off your trainers not wanting to dirty the chair.
“Looks like your stuck with me Princess” he deadpans setting up his equipment.
You can’t help the pitted feeling that grows in your stomach looking at the man who was the love of your life, his hair is tied back in a loose bun with a few strands loose framing his sharp jaw and fierce cheekbones. Your eyes rake over his firm tattooed body, the black of the ink covering his body accentuated by the stark white of the sleeveless top he dons. His lower half clothed in ripped black jeans, the clink of the metal chain attached ringing in your ears.
Your mouth is salivating, he’s wearing that fragrance. You shake yourself from your unprompted horny daydream willing yourself to maintain some semblance of composure.
The first hour passes quickly and no words are exchanged, Aemond has the outline of the top piece done. He glances up from his hunched position as he eyes you reaching for the bag of sour patch kids.
“You know you are predictable right?” his voice is low as he continues to tattoo over the stencil on your thigh.
“How so Aemond, please enlighten me.” You reply lifting a handful of sweets into your palm, you are about to pick up the green one when Aemond interrupts.
“You’re going to eat the green one first, followed by the red and after all that you’ll out the purple one in a pile to the side because you hate the purple ones.” You huff in annoyance because of course he is right, you are a creature of habit and you do hate the purple ones. So instead, you decide to lift the purple one between your fingers, coughing to ger his attention you gesture for him to take the sweet between his teeth instead.
He lets out a quiet hum of approval at the tanginess of the sweet which sends a jolt straight to your core, you missed the delightful noises he used to make when you fucked him. The way he would throw his head back when you took his cock in your mouth, lapping at the head before taking him down your throat.
“Open your legs” his tone is dangerously low as he pushes up the fabric of your skirt; you are taken aback at his suggestion.
“I-Im sorry w-what, are you mental!” you want to shrink up the chair but would most definitely fuck up the tattoo if you were to do so.
He looks up before smirking, “So I can do the linkwork of the stencil on your inner thigh…” you sigh in relief whilst also cursing yourself for wearing a skirt why didn’t you just wear shorts. “Good to know that’s where your mind went, still as horny and eager as ever.” He pats your inner thigh before getting to work on the stencil.
Your mind drifted back to all the times you spent between the sheets with Aemond, the sight of his head between your thighs always a favourite.
You and Aemond broke up about 5 months ago after one major blowout argument. You had been out with Aegon, Helaena and a few friends at a bar on the other side of town when Aemond decided to lay into a friend of a friend who you were conversing with. Aemond you see is jealous, possessive and hard to read, after months of constant arguments and accusations of cheating being thrown around this one evening was your final straw deciding to break your own heart and end it.
Aemond didn’t take the breakup well, for weeks after he would bombard you with calls begging you for another chance and promising endlessly, he could change. When you stopped replying to the texts and blocked his number you thought that was the end of it until he showed up at your workplace and caused a scene. After that you kept your distance and avoided any contact with him fearing it would only make things worse.
Until last week that is when he entered the office and today where it seems the cycle has come full circle with him between your legs again, albeit for different reasons.
“I can hear your mind going a million miles an hour Princess, also your thigh is trembling so whatever thought it is that you have right now pack it up or I will end up fucking this up.” He doesn’t look up from his position, but you can feel his breath on the delicate skin on your inner thigh. Combined with the sensation, the smell of his cologne and the image of his head between your parted legs you are utterly fucked. You are sure your thong is utterly soaked; you curse the seven for the situation you find yourself in. You continue to pass sweets to Aemond as he works on the tattoo and a memory flash before your eyes of the night, he fucked you in here, it was after a particularly bad argument when you found yourself against the wall with Aemond. His cock pounding your cunt relentlessly, the anger from the argument fuelling the two of you fucking.
The memory has your cunt utterly soaked and you swallow loudly trying to conceal your heaving breaths from the man infront of you.
His knuckles are void of any colour he is gripping the gun so firmly, his teeth chewing the inside of his lip and his nostrils flared.
“(Y/N) …” he pulls your attention to him as you hum in response.
“I can smell your soaked cunt from here Princess, do you have any idea how much self-control I am demonstrating right now.” He sets the gun down on the table and sit up still between your legs to face you.
“Do you have any idea how hard I am right now; how hard it’s been to be inbetween your gorgeous thighs and see you lost in your horny little thoughts. To have to sit here for hours smelling your deliciously wet cunt and know you are soaked and not have my cock buried deep in that fucking cunt. Do you know how badly I want you right now.” He is growing more agitated as he continues with his rant and your eyes drift down to his crotch to see his jeans impossibly strained from his throbbing cock.
It’s all a blur but before you know it you are on him, hands fisting in his hair furiously and lips pulled into a searing kiss.
You utterly breathlessly “Fuck me, please fuck me Daddy!”
And with that both of your clothes are discarded furiously and the door locked as you prepare for your ex boyfriend to absolutely fucking ruin you once again.
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𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 - 𝗸𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗻𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗴
summary: in which your order got swapped and it resulted with you meeting a very funny and charming man.
pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader
genre: meet cute.
warnings: none but let me know if they’re any.
w/c: 0.9k
nia’s notes: not my favourite work but i hope you guys enjoy this.
this is part of cutetober!
the best thing about fall was the specialized drinks for the season, and you were the biggest believer in this theory. so you walked into your favourite cafe and you immediately checked out the fall menu.
once you scoped the menu, you went to the counter and ordered the fall classic drink. "hi, can i order a pumpkin spice latte please."
the waiter smiled and proceeded to go ahead with processing your order as you waited patiently. "your name, please." the waiter grabbed a pen and a cup to write on.
"yn." you paid and you found a seat next to the window to sit while you waited for your drink.
right across the store, next to the counter, it was a man's turn to order. "hi, can i order an iced americano." the waiter typed up the order on the computer and asked for the man's name.
"soonyoung." he smiled and sat on the opposite side of the store while waiting for his drink. the both of you patiently waited for your drinks engaging in different activities.
"yn and soonyoung." the waiter called your names and the both of you walked to the counter to pick them up. you were so busy reading an article on your phone that you didn't properly check whose drink you were picking up. you assumed it was yours before you walked out of the store.
meanwhile, soonyoung grabbed the other drink and went back to his seat, he looked out of the window and something felt weird. the drink he ordered was supposed to be a cold one, not a burning hot one.
curiosity took the best of him and soonyoung cautiously took a small sip of the drink. the instant sweetness and the heat of the drink struck him hard. soonyoung cringed his face in response and he took a look at the name of the person who was supposed to receive the drink.
"yn." soonyoung said the name out loud and proceeded to walk over to the counter. "hi, my order got swapped with yn, is she here by any chance." soonyoung asked the waiter and he found out that you had just left the cafe.
soonyoung jogged outside of the cafe in hopes of finding you. was he being a little over the top for an iced americano? yes. but did he care? no. he walked a little and decided to turn around, still walking, to check there as well.
just as soonyoung turned around, he felt someone dash into him and a cold liquid splashed all over him. soonyoung stumbled back and he heard a loud gasp and an 'oh my god, im so sorry.'
it was obvious that the drink was an iced americano by the way it looked. he didn't know what he was thinking but the words that came out of his mouth were not expected by either you or him. "are you yn?"
you looked a little stunned and cautious as you responded. "yes..that's me."
"great. you have my drink." soonyoung deadpanned and you were taken aback. you did realize that the drink you held as you walked out of the cafe wasn't yours and as you were walking back to the store you happened to dash into the man in front of you.
"are you soonyoung?" you looked at the black ink on the cup and you checked the man in front of you.
"yes, that's me." soonyoung smiled brightly, slightly bouncing on his feet.
"so that means you have my drink, right?" you asked with a slight expectation as you were really looking forward to it. soonyoung nodded in front of you and he handed you his drink.
for a moment the both of you seemed to forget about soonyoung's dripping wet shirt. "your shirt? i'm so sorry."
"ah. i forgot about this." soonyoung mumbled as he touched his shirt while wincing at the cold sensation. "it's alright, i was heading back home anyway."
"if there is anything i can do to help, let me know." something about what you just said made soonyoung very happy.
"i mean you could give me your number." once he saw your widened eyes. "so i can ask you to buy me another americano later, you know. totally not for a date"
you laughed at his straightforwardness and you responded. "sure." you rummaged through your purse and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen as you scribbled down your number before handing it to the man in front of you. "here you go."
soonyoung smiled when he saw the little heart that you drew next to your number and your name. "i'll make sure to call you."
"you better." your mom would probably shout at you for giving your number to a random man but who were you to complain, this man had the most gorgeous smile ever.
both of you probably didn't know that this incident bloomed a love so pure and innocent, and it was because of a lovely mistake.
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suzuka blossoms
pairing: lando norris x fem!oc
summary: saki has had no luck when it comes to guys - until lando gets her heart racing after a brief encounter and gradual infatuation at a coffee shop.
format: saki’s (oc) point of view! multi-part!
PROLOGUE
When I saw Lando that day, he was flanked by his security and his hair was tufted messily at the crown of his head, but gradually smoothed over towards the edges of his head. He took a seat nearby to the register I was working at and, to my surprise, came up to order himself.
“One iced matcha latte please.”
Still amazed at the odds that a famous Formula 1 driver had waltzed into the café I work at, I shook my head.
“No?” He chuckled.
I snapped out of my daze rapidly. “Oh no, no, not like that-”
A moment of unbroken silence falls upon us and his eyes do not stray away from mine until I finally show him the baked goods, encased in glass.
“Any pastries perhaps?”
“What do you recommend?”
My cheeks flushed, I replied. “I recommend the Strawberry Cream Brioche.”
“I’ll take one, then, Suki.” He turned to face his entourage of men wearing black tuxedos. “Anything for you guys?”
They don’t respond and Lando takes notice of the smile I have on my face, but does not mention it. I don’t even care that he misread the name tag, pinned to my pocket.
“I’ll have your order taken straight to your table. The name for the order?”
Even though I knew full well who it was.
“Lando. Thank you!” His mouth curls into a smile and his eyes squint, the creases around them being exposed, raw.
Once Lando had finished his food and partially drank his coffee, he walked over to me, after having just served another customer.
“I don’t quite know how it works, but…” He turns back and faces me again. He kisses his teeth and interlocks both hands. “May you clean our table?”
I oblige, waving him away along with his security team as the bell chimes above the door and Lando is whisked away to wherever he was supposed to go to.
Once I had started stacking plates and tucking used napkins into the gaps in between, I noticed one, scrawled on with ink in block capitals and messy handwriting.
LANDO - *******
Swiftly taking it, stuffing it into my apron, then almost immediately taking it out again to affirm what I thought I had saw. Lando Norris? The McLaren driver?
Suzuka is a popular event here each year; people from Nagoya, Tokyo, even some other countries around Asia, flock here to see the tumultuous turns these drivers take to win the race. Ridiculous amount of money is spent, but it’s all in good fun, because families and friends alike come for the atmosphere of it all.
And I just met one of those drivers, giving it his all this weekend.
Incredulous, my mind comes up with remedies to cure the madness that I am experiencing. Surely, this can’t be right?
Despite this, my thoughts continue to stir and I finish my shift, every hour that had passed since I read the note rushed in a blur and a mixture of both pleasant and unpleasant thoughts scrambled until I had finally gotten home.
I argued with myself.
Do I call him? Do I not?
I choose to text, instead. I wish that I did not feel as if I had to contact him, but, either way, it couldn’t hurt — right?
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Chapter Two: Partners
pairing: toji x afab reader (used y/n in the fic)
content: jjk college au, fluff, a bit nonsensical, gets a little more suggestive in this one (like 5%? huhuhu)
kinda proofread already hehe
chapter one | chapter three | chapter four | chapter five
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“ughh…” the morning rays were peeking through your window as you groaned, smacked your alarm off and regretted drinking so much at dinner the night before. you were invited to eat with your new college friends and wanted them to like you. of course, there was another reason to join them, right?
korean barbeque gave them a chance to see how skilled you were at grilling meat and making sure that everyone was filled and satisfied by the end of the night. obviously, it also gave you a chance to slip Toji more meat slices than the others - your genius (?), subtle way of flirting. you blushed at the thought of your actions and covered your face with the blanket. you remember feeling a blend of pride and embarrassment coursing through your veins as you served him - and was he smirking when you did that? you hope that he was just buzzed from the drinks.
you got ready for your morning lecture, mentally resolving to not be late for anymore classes this term. after a quick shower, you threw on the first things you saw in the closet, grabbed your glasses (the salty dinner made you wake up with puffy eyes that were not lens-ready) and sprang out of the room with your backpack. thank god that there wasn’t a line at the coffeeshop. “one iced latte, extra shot, please,” you mumbled. you couldn’t wait for the caffeine to kick in.
yesss, i made it. the classroom was almost empty and you chose a seat at the back. as you took a few more sips of your coffee and started taking out your stationery, the doors opened and more sleepy students shuffled in. a few girls from your class yesterday, a couple of boys who look like they stayed up all night playing video games, and him.
oh… OH. you did a double-take.
Toji scanned the entire room and his eyes met yours. did he see me? maybe if i looked away, he would think it wasn’t me? (so much for genius, subtle flirting the night before.) you slowly directed your eyes back to your bag and started pulling out your laptop; from the corner of your eyes, you saw him bound up the steps, two at a time, till he reached your row. don’t come here. he walked towards you. don’t sit next to me. he pulled out the chair next to you and plopped down.
“morning.”
you turn to look at him, taking in his messy jet black hair and pretty (so pretty) green eyes, and he gave you a gentle smile, the scar on the right side of his mouth moving up.
“oh, hi…” you began, trying your best to commit to the ‘calm’ persona you showed your new friends the day before. “i thought you were a finance major, what are you doing in a psych class?”
“it’s an elective - psych’s interesting,” he replied. there was a slight pause as he peered at your face. “nice glasses by the way, they're cute,” he commented nonchalantly as he turned to his bag to take out his course materials.
you almost choked as his compliment threw you off guard. “th-thanks, i didn’t feel like stabbing my eyes with lenses this morning.” he let out a small laugh. what is happening right now?
the class was in session and you did your best to pay attention. your eyes kept shifting towards whatever he laid out on the table as you tried to find out more about him - his laptop had a black case, notebook was black, pen ink was black… i can’t read him at all. he didn’t write anything throughout class too, but when he started typing notes, you imagined what those thick, veiny arms could do to you…
“last item i wanted to raise: there will be a report due right before finals that requires you to find one other person to work with. i know some of you joined this class with your friends so i’ll give you the freedom to choose your partners but for the love of god, if you fall out after this, don’t come find me,” your professor warned. you and Toji chuckled.
“i guess we’re partners for this then.”
“hmm? what?”
“doesn’t look like you joined this class with anyone, neither did i. let’s be partners.”
you blinked twice, thrice at Toji and managed a small “sure!” before turning back to your lecturer. you don’t remember how she closed the session nor how everyone started packing up and leaving. Toji stayed seated next to you as most of the students filed out and only then did you start shuffling things into your bag, still reeling from what you agreed to five minutes ago.
“what classes do you have after this?”
“oh! uhh… i’m free the rest of the day,” you said cheerfully, forcing your voice to not crack.
“let’s go for lunch,” Toji said while standing up, his right hand ruffling your hair, causing a bolt of electricity to shoot through your body. you were glad that he was walking away so he didn’t see your face burst into flames.
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you make me nervous
larissa weems x reader
content: soft, fluff, mutual sapphic yearning
warnings: none
It all started with such a small gesture. You were spending your lunch break at the Weathervane, writing your lesson plan in preparation for next month because, let’s face it, you never allow yourself a real break. Your soy vanilla latte was now merely beige bubbles scattered at the bottom of your empty mug and the steady sound of the milk steaming contraption behind the counter had become an oddly relaxing form of white noise as your pen scribbled in your notebook.
A small ringing sound pierced through the emptiness of the room and you turned instinctively to see none other than Larissa Weems coming in for her usual cappuccino. You flashed her a smile that beamed embarrassingly beyond what you had intended and she offered back a familiar grin and nod in response. You felt a nauseating tightness in your abdomen not too dissimilar to the usual feeling you got when you analysed your every move around Larissa, praying that one day you would somehow find the ability to act cool around her, or at the very least, like a normal human being. You buried your head back into your work in effort to concentrate and block yourself from drowning in the sweet way Larissa stepped towards the counter and spoke with that soft, polite hushed tone that always tore you up from the inside out. Your efforts to muster up new ideas about which classical and romantic period musicians to base your next music theory module on - while you felt Larissa’s eyes burning into your head for a brief moment - became obsolete.
“Small cappuccino.” The boy behind the counter smiled as he placed it before her.
“Thank you.” Larissa beamed, and you wanted to curse her for how sick her sweet voice made you feel. “Mind if I join you?”
You were so used to not wanting to assume anyone would choose your company over solitude, or the company of someone much more enjoyable, that you instinctively waited a few seconds before looking up at her. She was talking to you.
“Oh, of course.” You babbled, scrambling to tidy the mess of paper and books scattered messily across the table to make room before gesturing enthusiastically toward the empty seat across from you. “Go ahead!”
“What are you working on?” Larissa questioned inquisitively. You admired how gifted she was at making everyone she spoke to feel genuinely important and interesting, even if you did still question whether or not she was simply being polite and just making conversation because she felt she had to.
“Oh, uh, this? I’m just trying to decide on a composer to use as inspiration when we move back onto theory with my 10th graders. Theory’s the boring part that everybody hates and they spend the whole time wishing they could just go back to messing with actual instruments so…” You paused for a moment, panicking suddenly that you may be rambling on and boring the poor woman to death. “Yeah. That’s about it.”
You held eye contact with the words on the pages below you rather than with Larissa; after all, ink on paper couldn’t make you flustered so it seemed like the safer option. As the seconds passed, you only wished more and more that the ground would swallow you up. The caffeine may not have been a wise idea when you know you’re prone to becoming this nervous, and you made a mental note to try decaf next time.
“Go with Tchaikovsky.” Larissa broke the silence and you looked up to meet her eyes. “He’s my favourite.”
You shared a smile, a feeling of warmth and genuine comfort finally radiating toward you and settling your jitters as you held each other’s gaze. She wasn’t bothered by your rambling at all. She could tell you were taken aback by her showing interest in what you had to say and, although you weren’t to know, it made her a little sad.
“Tchaikovsky. Tchaikovsky.” You spoke aloud in affirmation to yourself, mostly, the second repetition more sure and certain and the relief in your voice was audible. Larissa shot you a soft grin before reaching down to wrap her fingers around the mug before her and bringing it up to her lips, enjoying the comfortable silence as you flipped to the index of your textbook and flicked your way through to find the pages you needed. You finally had a strange but welcome sense of comfort sitting in your stomach. In all honestly, it could be a little embarrassing how you transformed with the smallest amount of reassurance but you will always take it, you thought to yourself.
You looked up to meet Larissa’s gaze once again. Cobalt glittered from her eyes and the bright porcelain of her skin laid perfectly over her face. Your eyes fell to her lips; the only spot of out place was a small patch of white foam that had found its way from her mug to the perfect soft red pigment applied over them as she had sipped.
“What?” Larissa asked, concerned, as you stared at that one spot on her upper lip. A sheepish smile crept over your face and you were unsure if you were feeling embarrassment or simply sheer adoration for the sudden realisation that Larissa was, too, a real human who is susceptible to the small mishaps that make people just that little bit more endearing. You giggled slightly.
“You, uh. You just…” You paused before shuffling forward and rising from your chair, clearly feeling emboldened and finding your new ability to lean over the table to reach forward, slowly letting your thumb find its way to Larissa’s intimidatingly perfect features, and swiping gently across her lip to remove the foam, leaving her makeup untarnished and a dizzying feeling of yearning in the pit of your stomach. Time had stopped for the both of you. The contact between your skin lingered for perhaps a few seconds too long and the tension behind the eye contact you held, now from a much closer proximity, was incredibly palpable. It was just you two. It didn’t matter that you were out in public, surrounded by clattering and the words of others around you because everything was a blur except for that perfect face in front of you. You watched as the skin on her throat dipped with a sudden gulp before her lips parted to catch her breath. Was she blushing?
But you had no idea that Larissa’s world had just come tumbling down around her, the rubble and debris of all professionalism and decorum she had once prided herself on now gathered at her feet and emitting dust that clouded her thoughts. It had all started with such a small gesture. The feeling of your skin against her lip, the way your eyes had expertly examined her to clean her up efficiently, the slight furrow of your brow in concentration in the half second before your eyes came up again to meet hers - it was all too much. Her world had become brighter, the beige and graphite hues that once surrounded her now bursts of rich sienna and greens that lit the path in front of her. She was suddenly crucially aware of the warmth she felt radiating from the beams of light that surrounded you. A halo.
She had fallen in love.
#gwendoline christie#larissa weems#wednesday#Netflix#fanfic#fluff#yearning#the sandman#larissa weems x reader
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pilot!Max x backpacker!Daniel 👨✈️✈️💼
Part 4!
Part 3 here
Daniel isn't here.
Max stands by the small cafe doors, eyes tracking over the largely empty tables. A retired couple, a family with two small kids, a group of teenagers.
No lone Australian traveler.
He swallows his disappointment, telling himself he was stupid to think it would be any different. Daniel had texted sounds good :) to Max’s suggestion of this cafe in a quiet corner of the airport, but hadn't offered a time, and Max hadn't wanted to sound needy by texting him again.
He had probably long left the airport. He was probably already on his way to some backpacking hostel filled with fabulously exciting and eccentric people, the little figure of Max growing smaller and smaller in his mind, diminishing to nothing. Maybe he'd waited for a few minutes, but Max had had to stay on board until everyone had disembarked, had had to write up a flight report with Sebastian and then go over the details with the F1 Wings liaison officer. Time slipped by. Daniel was long gone.
Max turns his back to the cafe, staring ahead at the mixture of people in the airport corridor. Waiting and shopping and eating, filling up their time as the departure board updates.
As a child, he remembers how much he adored visits to the airport. The newness of everything, the heavy sensation of excitement which settled over everything like a blanket. People in thick winter jackets sat beside families in shorts and holiday shirts. Liminal space. A purgory between the banal and the exceptional, everyday life and holidays.
Then, all the shit happened and airports stopped being a place of wonder. They stopped being places at all the Max. Just concepts, vague ideas of uncertainty. He tried his hardest to stop thinking about them at all. It worked until he was confronted with the prospect of airports becoming his new workplace, the beginning and end to virtually each one of his days.
He begins to walk. He changed out of his uniform as soon as they landed, and he feels invisible, a nothingness shaped man. It's nice. It's good to be forgotten, to be a nobody.
"Max!"
A hand clamps on his shoulder and suddenly he's being pulled into a tight, one-armed hug.
"I'm sorry," Daniel begins, taking a step back, the hug over before it's barely begin. "I don't have any luggage to collect and figured you would so had a quick wander around duty free and - you were going to leave without me?" He gives Max a teasing smile. Max barely breathes, can barely comprehend Daniel is a living, breathing thing in front of him. Tanned and gorgeous and rugged and perfect, exactly how Max had recorded him in his memories.
"Hey," he manages to get out, and then laughs, bashful. "I thought you were the one who had left."
"Me?" Daniel says, accent wonderful and buoyant. "I would never! Come on," he grins, leading Max back towards the cafe. "I'm starving."
Max stares at him. Dark curls and sharp bone structure and deep-set eyes of burnt honey and a smile which lights up his entire expression.
He nods, smiling back. "Me too."
-
"I looked for you," Daniel says, stirring his chai latte. Max smiles, the action feeling a natural response to Daniel's presence.
"Oh?"
Daniel nods, tapping his spoon lightly against the glass before leaving it on the saucer. The rose inked into his skin ripples with the action, petals blowing in an invisible breeze. "On the plane. When I went to the bathroom, I took the long route up and down both aisles, looking for you. Didn't see you, though."
Max huffs in soft amusement. "No, you wouldn't have. I was at the front."
Daniel raises his eyebrows, teasing. "First class? Are you a secret billionaire, is that why you insisted on paying for lunch too? Flaunting your money?"
"I'm not flaunting anything," Max says with a grin. He feels lightheaded, giddy. "I wasn't sitting in first class, just near the front. And anyway, I told you. My company pays expenses while I'm traveling."
Technically not a lie. Max gets a food and drink airport allowance with F1 Wings. Paying for the chai late and a sandwhich of a bohemian Australian traveller probably isn't in the smallprint though.
"Well," Daniel says, eyes crinkled with gentle amusement. "Please thank your mystery company for my lunch. I like airplane meals as much as the next man, but it's not the sort of grub known for keeping soul and body together."
"And," Max turns his head, reading the label of the discarded box. "Vegan cheese with jalapeños is?"
"Hey, don't knock it till you try it, right?" Daniel says, and then as if to prove a point, takes a big bite of the anaemic looking sandwhich.
Max makes a face. "I didn't take you for a vegan."
"Why, is it a crime if I am one?" Daniel says after swallowing, his tone between a reprimand and a tease.
"No, of course not," Max says, opening up his own sealed chicken Caesar salad. "I'm just surprised, is all."
"Well, your surprise is for good reason," Daniel replies, once more back to blithe happiness. "Because I'm not one. Not really. I like the idea of it, you know, animal welfare and all that. But," he waves his tattooed hand. Max stares, catching sight of the delicate rose inked onto his thumb. "It's hard being one, you know? Especially when travelling. I figured I'd just take it how it goes, and when I can eat vegan, do it, but not go crazy over it, you know? I mean, it also helps I'm lactose intolerant, God pretty much preprogrammed me to be some level of vegan," he laughs. The sound is light and musical, and Max can picture the notes rising, his laughter slipping out through the gaps in the windows and joining the plans as they take off. He's talking the same as how he did on the bus, chattering with the assumption Max will listen, but pausing, allowing Max to take up space in the conversation too. It's like a dance, and somehow, they've both learned the steps to each other years ago.
"Speaking of your mysterious company which it keeping me fed and water, what is it again you do? Stocks, right?" He asks, taking another big bite of the sandwhich.
Max shakes his head. "I don't want to talk about work right now."
"Why?"
He fakes a laugh. "Does anyone like to talk about their work?"
Daniel shrugs, swallowing. "I do."
"Then do it."
Daniel huffs a laugh. Max is beginning to realise he laughs a lot. And not like how Max does it either, carefully thought through and more often than not forced. Daniel laughs as if it's the only possible option, as if it's a physical thing untamed in his chest that has to be released.
"Are you always this argumentative?" He says. Max’s eyebrows rise.
"Am I being argumentative?" He asks, genuinely surprised.
"No, maybe that's the wrong word," Daniel tilts his head as he considers. "Maybe forceful? But without the negative conictations. Like -"
"Blunt," Max finishes for him. "People tell me I'm too blunt."
"No, not blunt. Like..." Daniel taps a finger against the plastic tabletop. "Compelling? Or dynamic? Like talking with you is so easy."
Max laughs. He can't help it. He doesn't think anyone has ever described talking with him as being "easy".
"What?" Daniel looks at him with a puzzled smile, and Max just shakes his head.
"Nothing, nothing. Tell me about your job then, if you're clearly so eager to talk about it."
"I'm not eager, I'm just -"
"Wait," Max interrupts him. He feels confident, brimming with something he hasn't felt since he was a child. "Let me guess."
Daniel grins, and then sits back, gesturing to himself. "Work away. I don't think it's that difficult, but-"
"No clues," Max says, studying him with a small frown. Khaki shorts and a dark windbreaker under a plain white t-shirt. Naturally tanned but with a warm complexion, skin used to the outdoors and the sun. Lean and fit, but not muscle bound or anything. Normal. Wildly attractive, and with a smile to say he knows it too. And tattoos. A shit ton of tattoos.
Tattoos on his hands and tattoos on his arms and even tattoos on his legs, and Max briefly imagines how many others are inked onto his skin, hidden from sight.
"I thought maybe English teacher first," he says. "TEFL, you know, and that's why you get to travel everywhere. But I don't think so with those tattoos."
Daniel holds up three fingers, and then dramatically flicks one down. Two guesses left.
"A reporter?" Max takes a shot in the dark. Daniel grins, dropping a second finger.
"A..." he waves his hand aimlessly. "A wanted fugitive on the run from interpol?"
Daniel widens his eyes dramatically. "How could you tell?"
Max tried to shrug as modestly as he can. "Not sure. I've been told I just have a gift."
"A gift for sniffing out fugitives? Are you like one of those dogs who smell drugs in the airport, only instead of drugs its A grade criminals? And that's why you get free lunches, as a thanks for keeping our airports safe?"
"Exactly," Max grins. "Worthy payment, I think you'll find."
"Keeping our skies safe in exchange for vegan cheese and jalapeños sandwiches, right?" Daniel grins.
"Exactly. You a Grade A fugitive and me a top rate criminal finder. Look at us, knowing each others deepest darkest secrets already."
Daniel laughs. Max grins back. He's beginning to realise it feels so good to be the person who gets to make Daniel laugh.
Part 5!
#pilot au#it's back!#the irony is they're both keeping a Big Secret from each other#their coffee date ran away with me and i had to split it into two parts!#max is giving abondonded dog who is finally learning how to play vibes#daniel is giving golden retriever vibes who bounds about and wants to make friends#maxiel#my fic#:)))
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masterlist
hello, my loves! i'm back i guess? i have updated the masterlist, so here we are♡
please let me know of you feel i have labeled my posts wrong in terms of angst or triggers, and we can look into it together!! thank you x
also, take these labels with a pinch of salt as i have zero clue what the damn hell i write :)
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fluff; ᰔ
angsty-ish; ☁︎
triggering; TW
suggestive, and i use that term loosely; ༄
stupid/attempted humor; 𓍯
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stray kids
bang chan
ink, a bang chan series (finished)
part zero, part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, part seven, part eight, part nine, part ten, part eleven, part twelve, part thirteen, part fourteen, part fifteen ᰔ ☁︎ 𓍯
bang chan drabble, “can i sleep here tonight?” ☁︎
bang chan drabble, “the one where the dog gets away.” ☁︎
bang chan drabble, “exhausted.” ☁︎
bang chan social media ᰔ 𓍯
bang chan drabble, “figure it out.” ᰔ ☁︎
bang chan drabble, "bunny." 𓍯
bang chan drabble, "home." ᰔ
bang chan drabble, “quiet” ᰔ
bang chan drabble, "nightfood" ᰔ 𓍯
a year with bang chan; ᰔ
january 2nd
february 14th
march 2nd
april 17thmay 30th
june 4th
july 14th
august 1st
september 12th
october 3rd
november 1st
december 31st
lee know
lee minho drabble, “water.” ☁︎
lee minho drabble, "whale watchers". ᰔ
changbin
seo changbin social media ᰔ 𓍯
valkyrie street, a seo changbin series (coming) ᰔ ☁︎ ༄ 𓍯
hyunjin
hwang hyunjin drabble, “i’m right here.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW
han
han jisung social media ᰔ 𓍯
han jisung drabble, "cruise ships" ᰔ
felix
lee felix drabble, "how incredible." ᰔ ☁︎
seungmin
none yet
i.n
yang jeongin drabble “inside beauty.” ☁︎ᰔ
group and plurals
stray kids reaction to their soft s/o accidentally cursing ᰔ
stray kids reaction to their girlfriend flinching ☁︎
stray kids reaction to their s/o sleeping in their bed ᰔ
stray kids reaction to their s/o filming an intimate scene ᰔ
stray kids reaction to their relationship going public ᰔ
stray kids reaction to their s/o being shy about their singing-talents ᰔ 𓍯
stray kids reaction; everyday texts ᰔ 𓍯
stray kids reaction; love at first sight ᰔ
stray kids reaction; realizing they love you ᰔ
stray kids reaction: dancing with you at 2am ᰔ
stray kids as taylor swift songs ᰔ𓍯
bang chan & hwang hyunjin drabble, “1. 16. 33.” ᰔ ☁︎ TW-ish
3racha reaction to ice skating ᰔ 𓍯
3racha reaction to their girlfriend being from a different country ᰔ
stray kids drabble, "twisty-tie." ᰔ
stray kids drabble, “tan lines and late nights.” ᰔ
stray kids texts, summer edition ᰔ
dating bang chan ᰔ𓍯
dating lee know ᰔ 𓍯
dating changbin ᰔ 𓍯
dating hyunjin ᰔ 𓍯
dating han ᰔ 𓍯
dating felix ᰔ 𓍯
dating seungmin ᰔ 𓍯
dating i.n ᰔ 𓍯
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bts
rm
kim mamjoon drabble, “drunk.” ᰔ
kim mamjoon drabble, "chai lattes." ᰔ
kim namjoon drabble, "go to gate." ᰔ
kim namjoon drabble, "2. 21. 50." ☁︎
kim namjoon drabble, "9:52pm" ᰔ
v
kim taehyung drabble, "the ringing of a library." ☁︎
group and plurals
rm, suga, j-hope drabble, “ddaeng.” ༄
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extras
pick a number
name playlists
sasha
leigh anne
leilah
alice
rubina
grace
darryl
former
day6
day6 reaction to kissing their crush ᰔ
day6 reaction to being in a long-distance relationship ᰔ
day6 at their wedding ᰔ
kim wonpil drabble, "highschool!au" ᰔ
got7
im jaebeom drabble, “cravings” ᰔ
monsta x
shin hoseok drabble, “you make me feel alive.” ᰔ
im changkyun drabble, “are you really in love with him?” ᰔ
im changkyun drabble, “10. 45. 49.” ᰔ ☁︎(?)
chae hyungwon drabble, “oceans.” ᰔ ☁︎
chae hyungwon drabble, “1. 38. 41.” ᰔ
lee jooheon, drabble “I Love You.” ᰔ
nct
jung jaehyun drabble, “for you” ☁︎ TW
seventeen
seventeen reaction to asking you to be their girlfriend ᰔ
seventeen hip hop unit at their wedding ᰔ
seventeen reaction to you overhearing them confess their feelings for you ᰔ
seventeen reaction to meeting their ex girlfriend ᰔ
Feel free to request, but please read the rules first! Thank you x
cheers,
bentley♡
#kpop#kpop reactions#kpop scenarios#kpop requests#kpop one shot#kpop drabble#bts#bts reactions#bts sc#bts requests#bts drabble#bts one shots#stray kids#stray kids reactions#stray kids scenarios#stray kids requests#stray kids drabble#stray kids one shots#skz
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Alright pinned post!
Name: Nacho
Nicknames: Sprinkle, Dust, JJ.
Age: It's sum
Favorite sans aus: Underswap sans [Canon/headcanons. Not blueberry berry blue whatever- not fanon him.] Viper sans. Shattered dream. Sawyer [shattered actor]. Cross. Fresh!ink. Ink. Sae-jun. Dust. Killer. Dream- DREAM DR-
My fav color is silver.
Fandoms: UTMV, Ninjago <- yes, TSAMS, TLAES, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, FNAF, some others blah blah blah-...
Favorite musicals: Hamilton, and Dear Evan Hansen.
Favorite movies: Home alone- HOME AL-
Favorite TV show/series: Young Sheldon.
I love my moots. I WILL MURDER YOU IF YOU SAY ANYTHING RUDE TO THE-
Ships: Crepic. Number 1. After death. Fluffymare. Bad sans poly. Dustberry. Stardust. Cozyfarming[farmer/sae-jun x Ccino/latte?] Classic x error. Erroberry. Insomnia [Error x dream] and probably some more-
Writing ships list:
Main focus: Bad sans poly + Sae-Jun
Other works in progresses: Dancelust and FILLER I REFUSE TO NAME IT FELLER-kustard, horrordust [I NEED TO MAKE IT UNIQUE- AND HAVE A LOT OF CHAPTERS UNLIKE OTHER BOOKS.]
Yeah you can request, just no damn incest or pedophila or whatever.
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The list of cookie run ships (updated):
Gingerbrave x Strawberry cookie
Gingerbright x Skater cookie
Zombie cookie x Fairy cookie
Wizard cookie x Cream puff cookie
Princess cookie x Knight cookie
Chilli pepper cookie x Muscle cookie
Gumball cookie x Cherry cookie
Ninja cookie x Skating queen cookie
Angel cookie x Devil cookie
Adventurer cookie x blackberry cookie
Pancake cookie x onion cookie
Custard cookie lll x Strawberry creepe cookie
Carrot cookie x Potato cookie
Lemon cookie x Orange cookie
Soda cookie x Lime cookie
Mango cookie x Grapefruit cookie
Whipped cream cookie x Birthday cake cookie
Cream unicorn cookie x Banana cookie
Sparkling cookie x Cheesecake cookie
Herb cookie x Cherry blossom cookie
Red peeper cookie x Yoga cookie
Wild berry cookie x Raspberry cookie
Crunchy chip cookie x Tiger Lily cookie
Dark choco cookie x Caramel arrow cookie
Clotted cream cookie x Financier cookie
Captain caviar cookie x Oyster cookie
Black pearl cookie x Abyss monarch cookie
Werewolf cookie x Kumiho cookie
Wind archer x Sea fairy cookie
Moonlight cookie x Fire spirit cookie
Tea knight cookie x Frost queen cookie
Churro cookie x hydrangea cookie
Croissant cookie x string gummy cookie
Millennial tree cookie x Lotus dragon cookie
Pitaya dragon cookie x Mala sauce cookie (divorced)
Pitaya dragon cookie x Rambutan cookie
Ananas dragon cookie x Golden cheese cookie
Longan dragon cookie x Dark enchantress cookie
Lychee dragon cookie x Electric eel cookie
Affogato cookie x Snake fruit cookie
Madeline cookie x Mont Blanc cookie
Pastel meringue cookie x Chocolate bonbon cookie
Rockstar cookie x Currant cream cookie
Kiwi cookie x Sour belt cookie
Dino sour cookie x Cotton candy cookie
Espresso cookie x Latte cookie
Eclair cookie x Blueberry pie cookie
Yogurt cream cookie x Centipede cookie (divorced)
Lilac cookie x Scorpion cookie
Amber sugar cookie x Sugar glass cookie
Licorice cookie x Pomegranate cookie
Poison mushroom cookie x Lily bell cookie
Blue Lily cookie x Stardust cookie
Cheese nut cookie x Pudding cookie
Sorbet shark cookie x Squid ink cookie
Peppermint cookie x Piñata cookie
Milk cookie x Parfait cookie
Prune juice cookie x Crowberry cookie
Capsaicin cookie x Kouing amann cookie
Snow sugar cookie x Pumpkin pie cookie
Purple yam cookie x Twizly gummy cookie
Red velvet cookie x Pastry cookie
Clover cookie x Bellflower cookie
Popping candy cookie x Shinning glitter cookie
Macaron cookie x Fig cookie
Marshmallow cookie x Host cookie
.........And the list would keep going...... Sorry for not including all of them, I mean, there are way too much ships and I could just not include them all,so here's all the ships I remember, and you can suggest me ships for my next generation of course! So well, that's all
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Mokaccino Sans
This is my Ink x Ccino shipchild. His name's Mokaccino and was born when Ink accidentally spilled coffee & ink on the floor while visiting Ccino, so he helped to clean it up with an old appron. Mokaccino is both extrovert and attentive and has a Latte heart on his left cheek.
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Cookie Run Kingdom Writing Masterlist
Requesting Information
Color Codes:
Pink Will Be SFW
Red Will Be NSFW
Blue Will Be Angst
Clotted Cream Cookie x Trans Male Reader HeadCanons
Dark Choco Cookie General Dating HeadCanons
Affogato Cookie NSFW HeadCanons
Dating Affogato Cookie HeadCanons
Dark Cacao Cookie NSFW HeadCanons
Crunchy Chip Cookie General Dating HeadCanons
Teaching You An Lesson
A Sweet Kiss Of Latte Magic
Mulled Juice Cookie Dating Scenarios
A Sweet Stress Relief
Red Velvet Cookie Comforting His S/O From Loud Noises
Dating Wildberry Cookie HeadCanons
Clotted Cream Cookie NSFW HeadCanons
Red Velvet Cookie NSFW HeadCanons
Wildberry Cookie NSFW HeadCanons
Red Velvet Cookie comforting S/O who self harmed
A Kiss Under The Stars
My Darling, My Love
Our Family Of Our Own
Dating Affogato Cookie HeadCanons (2)
Espresso Cookie With Autistic Reader HeadCanons
Crunchy Chip Cookie Dating An Dark Cacaoian Princess Scenarios
Madeleine Cookie Comforting Reader Who’s Sensitive To Loud Noises
Crunchy Chip Cookie With S/O Who Has An Praise Kink
Eclair Cookie with an Autistic Reader
Pure Vanilla Cookie with an Long Lost Legendary Sibling S/O
Madeline Cookie with an S/O who has an praise kink
Madeleine Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Almond Cookie Angst HeadCanons
Almond Cookie with an Autistic S/O
One Last Message?
Affogato Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Clotted Cream Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Cream Unicorn Cookie With An S/O who has social anxiety
Crunchy Chip Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Espresso Cookie with an S/O who has an Praise Kink
Clotted Cream Cookie with an disabled S/O
Cream Unicorn Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Wildberry Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Affogato Cookie with an S/O who has an praise kink
Licorice Cookie Smut HeadCanons
Affogato Cookie with an ticklish S/O
Hollyberry Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Clotted Cream Cookie with an flirty S/O
Wildberry Cookie Parental HeadCanons
Clotted Cream Cookie with an ticklish S/O
Almond Cookie with an S/O with an praise kink
Licorice Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Madeline Cookie with an ticklish S/O
Eclair Cookie Smut HeadCanons
Licorice Cookie with an S/O who adores Bat Cat & Choco Werehound Brute
Almond Cookie with short S/O
Bottom Clotted Cream Cookie HeadCanons
Cream Unicorn Cookie with an pop star S/O
Espresso Cookie Calming an Autistic S/O who’s having an melt down
Espresso Cookie with an ticklish S/O
Eclair Cookie with an ticklish S/O
Eclair Cookie with an horse rider S/O
Licorice Cookie with an ticklish S/O
Dark Cacao Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Eclair Cookie with an Mythical Siren S/O
Cream Unicorn Cookie with an Terimally Ill S/O
Earl Grey Cookie with an nature magic S/O
Almond Cookie with an Autistic S/O who having an melt down
Mango Cookie with an Natural Disaster Victim S/O
Earl Grey Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Dark Choco Cookie with an S/O who’s acts like Squid Ink Cookie
Espresso Cookie with an Pregnant S/O
Clotted Cream Cookie with an sick S/O
Hidden Notes
Pure Vanilla Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Licorice Cookie with an Gamer S/O
Vampire Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Hero Cookie Platonic HeadCanons
Eclair Cookie with an S/O who has an squeaking tic
Vampire Cookie with an overprotective S/O
Wildberry Cookie NSFW HeadCanons
Clotted Cream Cookie face fucking HeadCanons *send help /j*
Espresso Cookie Smut HeadCanons
Dom Clotted Cream Cookie Edging HeadCanons
DarkSugar HeadCanons (Fluff)
Almond Cookie Smut HeadCanons
Red Velvet Cookie soft Dom HeadCanons
Bottom Madeline Cookie HeadCanons
Top Pure Vanilla HeadCanons
Dark Cacao Cookie Edging HeadCanons
Vanilla Sugar Cookie NSFW HeadCanons
Pure Vanilla Cookie Edging HeadCanons
Vampire Cookie Smut HeadCanons
Bottom Pure Vanilla Cookie HeadCanons
A Night To Remember
Clotted Cream Cookie with an Pregnant S/O
Top Crunchy Chip Cookie HeadCanons
Longan Dragon Cookie with an Pregnant S/O
Oyster Cookie with an Autistic S/O
Rougefort Cookie with an Autustic S/O
Eclair Cookie with an S/O who likes to RolePlay
Madeleine Cookie with an Pregnant S/O
Hollyberry Cookie with an King Husband
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Ahem, anyways, more Indie Cross trio headcannoning time because I'm bored+
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Cuphead
Cuphead is a "kidult". Well, I heard that both Mugman and Cuphead are 18 or above but I prefer headcannoning them as 17 year old siblings.
Cuphead is asexual, although he didn't know what the fuck does "gay" and "queer" means.
He is still looking forward for a broadcasting job.
Although Cuphead is a kid, he still knows what porn means and he doesn't like it.
He is friends with Knuckles due to the fact that both of their hands are actually weapons.
He is also friends with Sunky the game, Samantha Coleman, Kel, Hero, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, WI!Boyfriend, Mickey Mouse, Cartoon Cat, Sunny, Herb cookie, Latte cookie and Micheal Holden
Cuphead has only one best friend... and it's Sayori.
He listens to JTmusic and DAGAMES music
He will definitely become suicidal and run to get in the nearby chruch when he sees his fangirls.
Sans
Sans uses either he/him or they/them pronouns as I hc him as demi-boy
Yes, I also hc him as asexual too.
He probably summons the bones out of his hands to bonk his head as a melody for music. No reason, just a Indie Cross reference.
They are fine with being a Tumblr Sexymen.
He is best friends with the Berserk Skeletons, Jonah Marshall, Nick Nelson, Tao Xu, Sunky the game, Dark Choco cookie, Sonic the hedgehog, Eteled and Boyfriend himself.
Bro is a simp over ketchup 👁👄👁
They dislikes their fangirls except the others that are not yandere and cringe.
Despite Sans being enemies with Ink Bendy in Morø Nighteye's animations, their unexpectedly frenemies according to my headcannon.
I forgot to say that both Garcello and Nagito are Sans's close friends; Despite Nagito being almost close to Sans, Garcello is the closest to them
He's an anti-monarch, which can explain why the queen died the same date as Sans becoming the no.1 Tumblr Sexyman
Lord X is mostly likely Sans's enemy. No reason, just felt like it.
They don't care about gender.
Ink Bendy
*Breathe* He's transgender, which is the reason why his vagina appears. However, it was covered by ink, making it appear seldomly.
Ink Bendy is also asexual. However, he is still waiting to be in a relationship(and still preventing sexual ones) due to him being sex-repulsed.
He uses he/it pronouns.
Just like Sans, Ink Bendy dislikes its fangirls but this time the "dislikes" is stronger.
Ink Bendy used to always crave for Bacon Soup although it expired. Now, he don't like it anymore.
Wednesday Infidelity Satan, Selever the demon, Sky the fangirl, Shadow the Hedgehog, Embry, Omori, Squid Ink cookie, Espresso cookie, Licorice cookie, Chira, Cartoon cat, Fatal Error, Yuri, Charlie Spring and Tori Spring are Ink Bendy's close friends.
Despite the last hc above, both Sonic.EXE and Trollge Girlfriend are Ink Bendy's best friends.
Both Boyfriend and Bendy are frenemies due to Iced Choco herself having a soft spot of them. Same goes to Sans.
He's alcohol intolerance as his inky body can't take most of the drugs except for cigarettes.
He also don't care about gender.
#Indie cross#Indie cross fnf#Fnf indie cross#Cuphead#cuphead dont deal with the devil#Sans#sans the skeleton#Undertale#Undertale sans#Sans undertale#Ink bendy#Ink demon#batim ink demon#Bendy#Bendy the demon#Bendy the devil#Bendy and the ink machine#Batim#The cuphead show
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ubiquity
pairing: gepard landau x reader
synopsis: seven different worlds, seven different lives; with him being the only constant thing in all of them.
additional notes: this is me giving myself an excuse to write different tropes and aus while forcing my motivation to come back from the grave
started on: [tba]
finished on: [tba]
honkai star rail masterlist: [here]
Chapter 1: revolting heart
Chapter 2: in red ink
Chapter 3: latte with double syrup
Chapter 4: blooming heliotrope
Chapter 5: spilled wine
Chapter 6: wilting black-eyed susan
Epilogue: fleeting moments
© tingyunz 2023-2024, please refrain from copying and reposting my works!
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1.1 - there was an attempt
written part below ;
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stepping out of your car, you begrudgingly walked towards the crux, your favorite coffee shop to go to when you’re upset like this.
you’re 99% sure every worker has seen you cry over your studies there at least once.
opening the door and stepping inside, the sound of the ringing doorbell and the smell of coffee filled the air and calmed your nerves. you hoped that it would calm you down when you look over your failed test as well.
sitting down at your usual table, you didn’t bother ordering anything yet. after all, it was 4 pm.
you opened your binder, pulling out your english test and wincing at the huge inked numbers at the top, reading 25. you had only gotten one question right.
the red ink taunted you, as you looked at x after x marked so hastily on your paper, as if your teacher couldn’t bother taking their time with you.
your tears hastily streamed down your face as well, as you were too caught up in your own sad little world to notice the worker standing behind the counter, eyeing you.
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iced vanilla bean latte, with whipped cream and almond milk. kazuha was familiar with your order by now. he knew that frustrated but stubborn face you always showed up with as you focused on your studies in the small coffee shop he worked at.
he noticed your tears, and slowly looked around. one person was working besides him, and it was rather slow in the shop due to it being so late in the day.
he began to make your favorite drink, the one you always ordered when you came here. making sure he used the right ingredients, he slowly made his way over to your table.
as he placed the drink down, you looked up at him, tears in your eyes.
“here, its on the house. i’m rather good at english.. may i help you?”
masterlist | next chapter
synopsis;
kazuha, a not so rich college student, works his free hours away in a coffee shop. every morning, he begins to notice you, a nearly failing college student who’s just trying to get a passing grade, coming in every morning in order to study in the quiet environment that is his work. one day you come in with tears in your eyes after failing yet another test, and he sees this as an opportunity to finally talk to you.
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first chapter :,) tbh idk what path im gonna take this yet smilinf emoji shoukd i make it fluffy or angsty or both
#kazuha#kazuha x gender neutral reader#kazuha x you#kazuha smau#kazuha x reader#genshin smau#genshin x gn reader#genshin x reader#genshin x gender neutral reader#gn reader#smau
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the country trio; ink and watercolor
last couple weeks’s listening:
phil ochs - tape from california
public enemy - what you gonna do when the grid goes down?
green day - 39/smooth
devo - hardcore devo vol 2
sparks - the girl is crying in her latte
eric b. & rakim - don’t sweat the technique
joseph spence - encore
priests - the seduction of kansas
sparks - in outer space
frumpies - frumpies forever
green day - 1,000 hours
various - malcolm x
open mike eagle - dark comedy
dressy bessy - pink hearts yellow moons
phil ochs - the best of the rest
avail - 4am friday
#the muppets#jim henson#phil ochs#public enemy#green day#devo#sparks#eric b and rakim#Joseph Spence#priests#frumpies#malcolm x#open mike eagle#avail#dressy bessy#vinyl records#recordoftheday#record collection#record cover
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[ grace van dien | cis woman | she/her/hers | twenty-four ] —— welcome to grimrose, cassiopeia moore. it’s cool that you’re here, you know. haven’t you heard of the history of this place… anyway, how’s being a local who has been in town for fifteen years, especially since you spend most of your days as an employee at the clearing: museum of cryptids and curiosities? also, not that it’s a bad thing, of course, but i’ve heard people say you can be a little eccentric more than you are kind… but that’s just coming from people who are bored here, i promise. to me, you remind me of you spin me round by dead or alive and ink stained fingers, loose papers in a bag, excitement bubbling over, an old blue bicycle, lattes, believing anything, sunsets over the water. hope to see you around, cassie.
Basics:
Full Name: Cassiopeia Moore
Nickname(s): Cassie, Cass
Name Meaning: She who chooses to excel
Age: 24
Date of Birth: July 2nd, 1974
Place of Birth: Portland, Maine
Currently Living: Grimrose, New Hampshire
Gender: Cis woman
Pronouns: She/her/hers
Sexual Orientation: Tragically heterosexual
Religion: Agnostic
Job: Employee at The Clearing: Museum of Cryptids and Curiosities
Educational Level: Bachelors in History and a minor in English
Family: Cooper James “CJ” Moore (Father, estranged), Lyra Moore née Darren (Mother, estranged), Maia Moore (Twin sister, deceased)
Finances: Remarkably solid
Languages: English, French, Latin
Inspired By:
Fox Mulder (The X-Files), Sumire Yoshizawa (Persona 5 Royal), Donna Hayward (Twin Peaks), Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter), Dipper and Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls), Sasha (The Magnus Archives), Bev Marsh (IT), Miles Upshur (Outlast), Aerith Gainsborough (Final Fantasy 7), Abigail Roberts (Red Dead Redemption series), Padmé Amidala (Star Wars).
Personality:
Positives: Kind, driven, honest, vivacious
Negatives: Eccentric, reserved, guilty, gullible
MBTI: INFP
Enneagram: 9w1
Temperament: Sanguine
Encountering Cassiopeia
You came to Grimrose for the beach and stayed an extra week for the stories of the place. You never considered yourself to be interested in the tales Grimrose was peddling to people like you, but there was only so much to do here. Eventually, that museum in The Outskirts had to visited. You didn’t expect to meet a contained explosion of pink there, though. Her makeup was perfectly done and she looked like someone managed to bring a Barbie to life. How someone like that was working in a place like this, you had no idea. She was cute though. Figured you might as well shoot your shot, leave this little place with the story of a summer fling.
When the group she was helping left and she shuttled them on her way with a wave of manicured fingers, she turned to a notebook, stuffed with loose papers in black ink, the same ink that stained her hands. She held that book like it held the secrets of the world, like it was a lover. You messed with your hair, trying to look artfully disheveled. “Hey,” you greeted as you walked over. “What’re you working on? Your next great novel?”
She turned to you with a smile. “I’m charting historical Bigfoot sightings and then cross referencing them with UFO sightings! I think the Grays that I’ve been seeing might be related to a previously unknown species of ape-like creatures that we think are Bigfoots! We’ll see if there’s any relation to my theory that the Jersey Devil is a more mutated Chupacabra!”
It seems you made a mistake.
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