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theangelcatalogue · 1 month

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WHAT'S WRONG? || YANDERE FRANCIS X READER! || ★!

★ - Romantic or Platonic(?)!

★ - Gender Neutral reader!

★ - One shot!

★ - Before we start: Idk why i did this, but i saw fics of him, and people going crazy over him, so why not?? I don't even write for that's not my neighbour, but i love the game! So let' go! Also sorry if is confusing! My mind is kinda tired and idk why i wrote this at 1AM(Is i wrote this at 1AM, remade some parts and posted it at 2AM) (Pls check Tw before reading it! <3)

★ - TW: YANDERE, DOPPELGANGER, BLOOD, BAD ENGLISH, BAD GRAMMAR AND MADE BY A MINOR!!! PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING!!!

˚๑ ✦ Y/N!!! ✦ ๑°

・・・ ★ ・・・

︶ ꒷ ︶ ꒷ ꒦

Just a normal day in work!

This work is not that bad, i mean, i have to focus in every single neighbor, check some papers and be careful because some of than can be actually doppelgangers that will kill me and the persons that live here? Yeah-

But is guess i am getting used to it! And some neighbors are really nice! And others are just weird and rude! But what i can do? People are like that!

It's kinda weird that no one is showing up now, but i can have some time to rest now! Just me, a good coffee and my jornal/book(it can be a jornal or a book!)

Now i am just reading, waiting for anyone, i mean the today's list is short today! Lucky me i guess? I get kinda focused in the reading, the content is kinda depressing and boring, but is what i have for now

" Hello Y/n. "

I heard someone saying, Oh! I can't forget this voice!

" Francis! Tired as always? Well, let's see if you are in todays list! "

I said not taking the eyes of my jornal/book, i am lucky that Francis is the one who showed up! He is kinda nice! Just a tired guy but hey! He is a hardworker!

" Sounds good for me. Here is my entry request and ID "

I could notice him giving the papers, now i notice his hand is kinda dirty and his voice is kinda off, more tired than usual...

" Oh! Thanks- "

I respond him finally taking my eyes of the book, now i can see Francis better let's say, he is covered in a red liquid with a weird smell

It is what i am thinking? Oh yeah! A doppelganger! But i never thought a doppelganger would commit a error like that, why blood...? Some are a missing eye, others just say peach and others are a long neck and etc, what if is not a doppelganger...?

" What's wrong Y/n? Something wrong about the papers? "

He says noticing that i am kinda nervous, i just pick the papers and the clickboard as usual, first thing to question?

His looks.

" Francis! What happend? You are corvered in...what is that? Can you explain? "

Francis just looks at his outifit and then back at me, the same tired look, but something about the way he looks at me is different, i can't tell what is

" Oh this? It's a new milk! Scarlett Milk! It's a Milk with Red coloring, and Yes, it's food coloring! Not used in clothes... "

" Really Francis? So tell me! How did you got corvered in...Scarlett Milk...? "

He was getting tired of me questioning i guess, okay, i have three options!

1. It's really a milk with food coloring

2. It's a doppelganger

3. Francis is a killer or just got crazy

Please let it be 1-

" Accident at work. Just that, can i go in? "

He asks me looking at me deep at the eyes, i feel like he is judging all my sins, i break the eye contact and look at the Red button and then at the phone

Should i call the police or my boss?

" Look Y/N, i am really tired, just let me in, so i can go take a shower and rest. Maybe after you are done, you can go to my room, drink some coffee together! I heard is your favorite drink, what about a coffee with milk uh? "

He says to me, i think he is getting impatient

OH REALLT Y/N L/N!? DON'T TELL ME

" I- "

" Come on darling. "

He gets closer to the window, supporting his one of his arms in the glass

" Let. Me. In "

✦ - NOTES!!!

✮ " Sky wtf was that? " I DON'T KNOW LOL ✮

✮ The fandom go crazy about him gosh ✮

✮ Okay should i write for TNMN??? ✮

✮ Anyways have a good day my loves! <33 ✮

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mistress-riddle · 11 months

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‘𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐘!

request. Can u do a father's Day with Tom riddle of how he spends time with his child?

cw. tom riddle x wife! afab reader, use of she/her pronouns, a changed riddle who let fatherhood make him become a better person.

a sigh escapes tom’s lips and he doesn’t even bother to contain it. returning home and being met with the sight of toys scattered on the floor and the smell of milk permeating through the air revokes an odd feeling of nostalgia through tom as he avoids the obstacles on the floor and beelines straight to the dark grey sofa occupied by 2 individuals.

tom places his briefcase on the coffee table and takes a good look at the mother and child snoozing together, soft breaths escaping their lips as they cling to one another in a quiet slumber. this time tom releases a softer sigh and easily drapes a random blanket on his family and retreats to his room for a quick shower, he decides to join them once he’s finished. it doesn’t take long for the man to wash up and get changed, a quick flick of his wrist and his wet hair is dried and styled in its normal wear and he’s by their side, slowly and gently scooping the sleepy child into his hold. the mother stirs, eyes fluttering open and a yawn escapes her as she rubs at her eye, using the other open eye to scan the room. it rests on the standing figure of tom who’s patting the baby’s back as softly as he can.

“oh honey, you’re back?” [name] asks, fixing the baby bib on her shoulder and placing the baby bottle on the table, which was previously clutched in her palm to feed their baby before the two decided to take a much needed nap.

“i wasn’t required at work today so i came home early.” he shrugs, not too strongly of course since the baby’s cheek is smushed against his shoulder and he didn’t want to wake him up.

“that’s wonderful.” [name] claims, getting up from the couch to pat his free shoulder and places a hand over her mouth to cover the yawn “you want something to eat? we had a late lunch around half an hour ago, or maybe it was 2 hours?” by the dazed look in her eyes tom wouldn’t doubt it being over 2 hours ago.

“it’s fine, i ate before coming here.” he lifts a hand and places it on his wife’s flushed cheek, using a thumb to caress it “how was the little one when i was gone? didn’t bother you much?”

[name] raises a brow at him and allows a smirk to extend across her lips. tom seems to think that he’s a baby whisperer. he used to brag about how every time he was left to deal with one of the younger orphans back at wool’s, they’d fall silent in his presence. [name] doesn’t have the heart to tell him that the children were just scared of his glares. although, their little baby seems to actually enjoy his company, if the cutest little smile that lift his baby cheeks and incoherent babbling are anything to go by.

“he was fine, didn’t make a fuss, thank merlin.” the teething phase is a pain but little leo was being better than others his age. [name] lifts toms hand off her cheek and enters the kitchen, a few waves of her hand and she has the teapot hovering over 2 mugs.

tom takes a seat on the couch and shits the baby to rest on his lap, hands grasping two little ones as he fondly looks at the infant. he looks like a perfect mix between tom and [name], has tom’s black hair that shows the softest wave, [name]’s nose and lips and tom’s eyes. it’s a weird position tom finds himself in as he stares at their child. he thought it was foolish of people to settle down and procreate, thought it was weak and if you were to ask him 10 years ago if he was going to start a family of his own, he would have laughed in your face and walked away. now, however, tom finds himself cringing at his foolish 17 year old self, so self-absorbed and driven by all the wrong things.

“sickle for your thoughts?” [name] interrupts tom. he startles and presses rather harshly into tiny leo’s hand. a grimace overtakes the two as they fear the wailing that might follow but the baby merely peeks 2 eyes open and sends them a dissatisfied look “woah, tommy, it’s like looking at a carbon copy of you.” [name] snorts as she scratches a finger against the puffy cheeks of the baby, hoping to placate him in some way.

“very funny.” tom dryly replies and sends her a similar expression which does nothing to cease her amusement.

“strong genes you got there.” the husband just rolls his eyes before looking back at his baby and smiling down at him.

“had a good sleep, huh?” he asks his son who reaches up and tom holds him up allowing the boy to grasp the satin material of tom’s pajamas in his clutch, resting his cheek against toms chest.

“leo,” [name] calls softly from beside tom as she rubs the baby’s head affectionately “wanna tell daddy what we prepared for him?” tom raises one brow in curiosity as his baby stirs happily in place and mumbles something much like the word “cake” into toms neck.

“you baked me a cake?” he asks and is momentarily met with a chocolate covered cake with the words ‘happy father’s day’ iced on top of it with what he presumes to be white chocolate. a shoddy art piece can be located towards the bottom of the cake and tom feels confident enough to credit little leo as the artist. something swells in toms heart as he receives a kiss on both cheeks from his two beloveds.

“happy father’s day, love.” [name] whispers softly into his ear and tom picks up on the babble from leo “ ‘appy papa day!”

with [name] feeding all 3 of them the cake and tom entertaining the baby, they sit together in perfect harmony. plans of revenge, destruction and war long discarded and forgotten in favour of this. tom quite liked the feeling that came with receiving kisses from his family as opposed to the splitting of one’s soul.

#tom riddle #tom riddle x reader #harry potter x reader #tom riddle jr #tom marvolo riddle #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle drabble #tom riddle headcanon

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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Demon!Eddie 1

Steve woke up to someone moving about the room. He wondered why someone was in his room before last night’s events caught up with him. Maybe if he kept his eyes closed, it never happened. Eventually he’d find himself in his own house with parents that were just disappointed in him, not psycho cultists.

“Rise and shine Sleeping Beauty. I slaved over a hot stove for your breakfast. Come and get it.”

With a groan, Steve finally opened his eyes. In the light of the morning, he saw that the walls of the bedroom were covered with posters of people he didn’t know. A gray t-shirt and some sweatpants had been placed next to him. Eddie was nowhere to be seen.

Steve closed the door before undressing. He checked his palms again. Any sign that he had been sliced was gone. But his shirt was still ripped and there was still dried blood on his stomach. God, maybe he should’ve taken that shower after all.

He put the new set of clothes on anyway and left the bedroom. It took about one and half steps to get to the kitchen, where Eddie was sitting with some cereal and milk.

“Slaved over a hot stove, huh?”

“I turned the stove on for the coffee”, Eddie said cheekily.

Steve was distracted from the quip by the large soup pot of black coffee sitting on the stove. This man might really be the devil.

“Soooo”, he sat down across from Eddie, trying to ignore the warning bells. “What’s next?”

“That’s all up to you, remember?” Eddie pushed and empty bowl towards him, along with the box of cereal. “So what does freedom look like to Steve Harrington?”

He thought about the choices his parents had given him before. For his room, blue or green. For his major, business or law. They had always told him it was his choice before giving a very limited set of options.

“I...don’t know. I’ve never had this much freedom before.”

“Well, let’s start with something simple. Cereal or milk first?”

Steve’s expression pinched. “In my bowl? Cereal first, duh.” He grabbed the box and began to pour it.

“Aah, but what if milk is the main event for me and I simply want a crunchy garnish on top?”, Eddie grinned.

“I’d like to assume you’re being sarcastic but after seeing the way you make coffee I’m just not sure.”

“What’s wrong with the way I make coffee?”

Steve looked again to the pot. He wasn’t even a big coffee drinker, but sometimes the way a person did things told you so much about them. “Who raised you?”

“Technically? Your little country club did. Been a while since someone used that summoning spell.”

“Is that how it normally goes?”, Steve asked. “You just show up, burn a few folks, and then make off with the sacrifice?”

Eddie tapped Steve’s bowl with his spoon. “Don’t let it get soggy. And to answer your question, it depends on the wish and what they give up for it.”

“They’ve been worshipping you for...years I guess. Why did you betray them?”

“Would you rather I have taken your soul and given them what they wanted?”, Eddie asked.

“I just...don’t understand everything that happened last night.”

“The spell they used that whole thing they were chanting, it doesn’t call upon a specific demon”, Eddie began to explain. “That incantation is like dialing 911. You’re kinda rolling the dice with whatever demon picks up. And for most folks’ sake, I try to be that guy.”

“So you just go around snatching up sacrifices and leaving people with an empty bag?”

“That’s a good way of spinning it!”, Eddie cackled.

“And you let them crash here?”

“Not often. Most of the time they’re just caught in a bad group or made a wrong turn. I just give em an escape route or help them back where they’re supposed to be.”

“So I’m the first person who’s such a loser I literally have no other place to go.”

“Loser is just another way to say someone’s got a not so lucky life. And hey, it wasn’t all bad before that point right? Lavish parties, nice house, people bowing to you in hallways.” Eddie was twirling his spoon between his fingers as he spoke.

“I’d trade that for a box in an alley if I knew...if I knew they were going to do that.” Steve’s brow furrowed as he stared into his bowl.

“You could still go back. Try and mend some things, follow in dear old dad’s footsteps”, Eddie suggested.

Steve scoffed and pushed the bowl away, crossing his arms. “If they didn’t want me then, they’re not gonna want me now. And I could never be like them.”

“So you’re not going into business. What then? Health, education, entertainment?”

“Well there’s no way they’re footing the bill for tuition, which means college is out, which means my options are limited.”

“Don’t be so sure. Your wish was for freedom. And I aim to keep my promises.”

“Unless you’ve got a bunch of jobs lined up willing to take on someone with zero experience-”

“That’s it!”, Eddie snapped his fingers and then stood up. “You want experience so you can make a decision. Take a shower, make a list and then we’ll get started.”

“Started with what?”

“Job hunting!” Eddie put his empty bowl in the sink and then went through a door Steve hadn’t noticed. “Be ready when I get back!”

He shut the door and then Steve was left alone. He wasn’t any less confused than he was before. But he managed to find the bathroom, wash himself up which did make him feel much better. He found a pad of sticky notes and a marker and started to write down some jobs.

He started with the kind of jobs he had when he played pretend as a kid. Policeman, doctor, zookeeper, firefighter, astronaut. Then he started thinking about careers he had a passing fancy in as he got older. Baker, writer, teacher, military.

When Eddie came through the door again, he had a wild smile on his face and Steve had a completed list.

“Let’s have a looksie”, he said, snatching it from Steve’s hand. He gave a whistle at the various jobs. “Hope you had your coffee.”

“Yeah, I’ll pass. What’re we doing with this list anyway?”

“Steve....have you ever heard of roleplay?”

The redness in Steve’s cheeks were immediate as he looked Eddie up and down and suddenly remembered the feeling of his tongue.

“You...y-you mean where like people dress up and they um, they-”

“That’s right.” Then Eddie opened that mysterious door and Steve found himself in the middle of a precinct. “They play pretend!”, Eddie finished.

Steve looked down at himself and saw an officer’s uniform.

“You’re gonna live a day in the life until you figure out whatchu wanna do”, Eddie beamed, giving him a nudge with his shoulder.

Steve heard a clinking and saw that Eddie was handcuffed. Today was going to be a ride.

Part 3

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#apo writes #fanfiction #steddie #stranger things #kinda a short transitional chapter #bf we get back to the meat of it

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urf1lterr · 1 year

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lovesick | pedro pascal [2]

"and on this night and in this light i think im falling, im falling for you."

next chapter: [3] previous chapter: [1] series masterlist

summary: in which a 1975-obsessed film student accidentally falls in love with an older man she can't have.

pairing: actor!pedro x intern!reader

genre: acting world!au, big age-gap!, strangers to friends- maybe lovers?? au | angst, mature, awkward, love- eventually

word count: 6.7k

status: in progress

author's note: this chapter was for fun- i have the 1975 on repeat so i had to lmao. i kinda wanna do a slow burn because i don't want to make anything happen so fast. and pedro was at the oscars a few hours ago so why not post another chapter for him :) not edited.

You hated working weekends.

Something about waking up extremely early on a day that was supposed to be your day off irks you. Why have a scheduled rest day if you're just going to be scheduled to come in? It made zero sense, especially since you were only given a two hour notice before while sleeping.

No pay, clothes, gifts could ever make you happy after being called in at 5am for a 7am shift-

"Venti iced white chocolate mocha with oat milk, vanilla sweet cold foam, caramel drizzle, and light ice as always," Pedro listed as he handed you the coffee.

"Oh my god, I think I love you," you blurted out, staring at the cup in awe.

"That was fast, I see now why you're single," Pedro replied, giving you the side eye. "And soon diabetic."

Rolling your eyes, you take a sip of the coffee before shaking your head. "Not like that, you moron," you scoffed as he glared at you. "I love coffee too much- and who says I'm single."

"Think of it as your reward for waking up to the call," he joked as you just stared at him annoyed. The one time you turn off your do not disturb and this happens. "Your loneliness says otherwise."

"I am not lonely!" you gasp as he shrugs. "I'll have you know I am dating-"

"If you dare say Matty Healy I will personally push you in a bush-," Pedro declares, stopping you as you try to interject. "-and won't help you back up."

Huffing, you cross your arms as he laughs at the sight of your defeat. He knows you too well considering the fact you only met two months ago.

In fact, these two months were probably the best ones you have had all year. Not only did you experience some awesome moments you're sure you'll never get to witness again, but you got along with a lot of special people.

What made things even better was the fact that you got along with your boss because who knows where you would've ended up if Finn was a total douche- which he wasn't. But he did have his moments where he took your kindness for weakness- like asking you to come in for shift on a Saturday.

One thing that definitely advanced would have to be your relationship with Pedro. Nearly best friends is what you two were typically called on a normal day on set by how close you've become.

The nearly part added because nothing could ever come between his relationship with Bella, or Bellie in his own words. And because Jules always made sure to tell the jokesters that she was not giving up her position just yet.

But when it came to work, Pedro was always there for you. Considering he's been in the industry since before you were even born, which he yelled at you once when you joked, he was the best support.

He would even ask you what you were assigned to do and tell you specifically what was wanted without you even asking- even finding ways to physically assist before being caught and sent back to his actual job.

There were also the constant times where he would spam you with iMessage game requests to 8 ball and ignore you after beating him three times in a row, claiming his phone died despite your messages being sent through.

The only thing that made today better was that he was here because who knows how boring the day would have been if you were spent hanging with the technicians who; in fact, did not appreciate the countless times you dropped a mic.

"Why didn't Jules get called in?" you questioned as he turned up the computer brightness you were using. "That girl never wakes up early but I kid you not, she was playing minecraft on her computer when I was leaving."

"I love minecraft," Pedro sighed.

"I do too, but Jules always sends the creepers to my house," you complain. "They always destroy my garden."

"I could only imagine the devastation in your eyes," he dramatically exhales as you nudge him. "But I think it's because you're more...attentive? Not saying that she isn't, but she sure loves to talk about Jersey Shore in between takes."

"She's been binge-watching all the seasons after work."

The conversation ended once he was caught again by one of the producers and lured out of the office you were in. Initially, he searched around the studio and found you to gift the coffee, but he stayed because he did not want to sit on the makeup chair for another round of a drastic look being applied to his face- especially if you weren't there to pester him.

As for you, once clocked in Finn managed to have you scan after emails as a way to apologize for the call in. Apparently, one of his assistants called out so he decided to use you as their replacement since he couldn't find the time to sit down in a cozy office and do so.

But you were totally not complaining.

That only lasted you about two hours before you were finished and terribly bored.

Throwing the empty cup of coffee in the trash, you decided to walk around in hopes of finding something better to do or else you would've fallen asleep on the desk.

You would've if you weren't scared of the thought of a director finding and; consequently, firing you.

Hearing a loud noise, you quickly averted your eyes where your ears were signaling where the noise came from. Lightly jogging behind a curtain, your eyes widened to a sight of a desk on its side and a man hovering over it.

"Joon?!" you exclaim, running over to find him lowly panting, trying to remain his coolness as you began inspecting him to find any injuries.

"I'm fine," he calmly replied, using his dimpled smile as a way to reassure this but you didn't believe him. That was a loud drop.

"Why in the world are you lifting a desk that surely isn't less than 30 pounds?" you glare as he chuckles at the fake anger you poorly tried displaying.

"One of the technicians asked me to bring it out."

"And did you forget that your back would disagree?"

He shuts his mouth for a second, loss for words at your comeback. "I couldn't say no," he shyly replied. "I didn't want to have to pull out my medical forms explaining why I can't lift a table."

Feeling your face sink, you helped him stand straight as he glanced down at the fallen table. "You should have called for help then- everybody would need help for a gigantic table like this."

He only nodded in response, making you feel bad. You felt like you were lecturing him, technically you were, but you didn't want to find out in the future the reason he stopped attending work was because he pulled his back again.

"I'll drag this out," you declare as he tried slapping you hands away from it.

"It's too heavy for you!" he argued.

"Which is why I said drag," you countered back, ignoring his pleas as you somehow managed to lift the table back to its standing positioning.

Walking around it, you bent your back as you began pushing it around the curtain as Joon followed your position, crouching next to you for the extra support.

If it wasn't for the film crew being around the floor, you were sure you would have passed out right then and there. But you couldn't let them know how weak you were.

"And that's how teamwork makes the dream work," you announce, causing Joon to giggle before giving you a high-five as the two of you stand up from your bent posture.

Joon was another person you got along with incredibly well. For one, you guys were the duo out of all the interns. Every job you had that included another person, he was always there.

There was also the many times the two of you, and Jules of course, would carpool together to get home. It turned out Joon was also friends with some of your college classmates so he was always the only person from work who joined you guys for the random nights of cheesy movies and boring games while eating takeout with your other friends.

Despite hanging out for so long, you felt dense when someone called him Namjoon one time, even turning your head around for this Namjoon, completely oblivious to the fact that Joon was connected to Namjoon.

To be fair, he never went by his full name claiming that his nickname sounded more 'chill,' or whatever that meant.

Other than that, you were sure he was your other best friend. Well, after Jules and maybe Pedro. They were probably on the same level if you had to arrange them- not that friends had to ranked.

"Are you ready for this afternoon?" Joon called out as the two of you walked off the stage back to the curtains.

"For what?"

He sent you a surprised look, scaring you because is there something crazy happening that you had to prepare for? "Do you have your phone?"

Patting your back pocket, you shook your head. "I think I left it in my bag. Why? I'm about to cry if you don't tell me," you impatiently whine.

"What kind of fan you are," he simply responds, causing you to widen you eyes.

Immediately jumping on him, you shake his shoulders repeatedly. "What is the 1975 doing?! You must tell me or I swear to the gods I will bust your kneecaps and make you crawl for help."

He bursts out laughing at your threatening begs, trying to calm down your jumps by grabbing your shoulders to hold you. "You're violent."

"And you'll need surgery if you don't hurry it up."

Tapping your shoulder to calm down, you slowly do so. "3 o'clock is when their tickets go on sale for their upcoming tour, one of the dates being in New York City."

You could have sworn you were about to faint if it weren't for Joon pulling out his phone to show you you still had time to mentally prepare for the combat you were about to enter.

That's what ticketmaster was, a war zone.

"How was I not aware of this?!" you cry out, internally panicking about what you were going to do. You can't miss out on this concert, you just had to see these British people in person in order for your life to be complete.

"They did just post the news half an hour ago," he admitted. "Good for you for not being addicted to your phone."

Scowling at him, he quickly closed his mouth as you went over all the things you needed to do to prepare. "Wait, can we go together? None of my guy friends like them."

If you weren't in your own world mentally planning how you were going to beat all these teenage girls online, you would have noticed Pedro walking up to the two to you. But you didn't because your mind couldn't stop thinking about Matty Healy singing 'She's American' because you were indeed American.

"Why does she look deranged?" Pedro questioned, standing a few feet away from you. "Oh no, did Matty Healy die?"

Glaring at him, you ignore his irrelevant comment and face back to Joon. "You and me, my place straight after work. Got it?"

He nods, already in game mode because he knows how bad the two of you need to witness this concert.

Pedro exchanged a crazed look between the two of you, assuming his own ideas as to what you meant. "You're having a party and didn't invite me?" he tried joking to understand the conversation a bit more.

"No time for fooling around, Pedro," you state, grabbing Joon by his arm and making your way back to the office to search for your phone. "We have important business to settle, see you around!"

He watched the way Joon and you walk away hurriedly and wonders if you have a thing for the boy. It would make sense right? Joon was around the same age and he saw you guys work together all the time.

Shaking his head, he walks back to the stage trying to not overthink whatever was flowing in his head. But he couldn't help but question why he was never invited to your place? He instantly rejected that idea, he was twice your age. There's no way that was realistically appropriate.

However, you were friends- so wasn't it hypothetically okay?

No, there was no way he was really debating this. It's completely understandable why he didn't need to be invited over and Joon could.

But how many times did Joon come over?

Stop. His thoughts were confusing him and he needed a distraction. He wasn't going to let another man make him envy of where his friendship stood with you because there is no way he's jealous Joon might take his close friend status.

Because that's who you were to him, a close friend.

After another hour of working with Joon secretly about the tickets while emailing more people who Finn ordered, you two were finally cut for the day.

And luckily you still had two hours before the tickets went on sale.

"I need to grab my coat I left backstage, meet me outside?" Joon asked and you nodded, waving him off as you put on your own coat and bag.

Sprinting out of the office, you didn't expect to fall on the floor by the the person who ran into you. Well, the person fell to the floor while you comfortably landed on top of them, their arms wrapping around you.

"If you missed me that much you should've just texted me sooner to drop by," you heard the culprit chuckle, immediately making you shake their secured hands off your waist to stand.

"That was definitely not the case," you laugh, sticking a hand out to help him get up.

He raises a brow while staring at your hand before taking it, instantly pulling you back down with him. Falling over again, you slowly slip into his arms before finding your balance and giving up on helping him.

"How adorable of you to think you can lift me up," he grins, pulling his own weight up.

"I would love to stay and chat," you start, before looking past him and back again. "But I have something very important to do."

Trying to move around him, he stops you by grabbing your shoulder. "That's why I came to be a generous person and offer you a ride- so you can be home faster and do whatever you needed to do with Josh."

"His name's Joon."

"That's what I said," he ignores you're doubtful glance. "I can take you guys to your apartment."

Thinking it over, it would make it easier and faster to get home and prepare for the sale. If you would've taken a cab and subway it would have been an hour, with him it'll be half that.

"Fine," you spit out and watch as his face lights up. "But I am not owing you anything, you offered."

"Love how two months ago you would've begged the world for me," he placed a hand over his heart. "Oh how comfortable you've gotten with me."

"I don't want to hear it," you shun him, walking past him as he makes a silly face behind your back. "I can feel that!" He immediately stops, surprised you sensed it.

Maybe the two of you gotten a long too well.

"He's gonna drive us to my place, it'll be faster," you quickly explain to Joon who just nods, happily smiling at Pedro who sends him a fast greeting.

Right as you walk through the parking garage and see the familiar black car, Pedro unlocks it before quickly pushing you into the passenger seat, ignoring your protests and slamming the door before you could slip out.

"Not cool," you utter once he buckles inside the driver's seat.

"Don't make me cry," he fake cries before pulling the car out and hitting the road back to your place.

Due to it being the weekend and everybody wanting to be social and outside for some reason, the streets were packed.

It didn't help that Pedro thought starting a deep conversation with Joon about why electric cars annoyed him, knowing damn well Joon loved the environment, was a good idea.

And Pedro's defense being because he loved the smell of gas made you want to slap him.

As if the heavens felt your annoyance, your wish was granted. You were finally in the front of your apartment complex with Pedro pulling up along the red curb. You would've fought him, but you were desperate to get inside as you barely had an hour left.

"Thanks, see you Monday!" you exclaim, jumping out of the car and slamming the door shut. "Let's go, Joon!"

Barely stepping a foot out, you heard Pedro begin talking. "Wait, what are you guys gonna do?"

"Very intense work," Joon stated before turning to you. "But we got this in the bag."

Pedro squints his eyes, curiously scanning your body language because he does not know what this very intense work meant.

Working out? Making out? What the hell was it?

"Of course we do, love has no limits," you declare, making Pedro cough as you grabbed Joon's arm. "Now, let's go!"

"What are you two going to eat?!" Pedro called out, making you heavily sigh and turn back around.

Faking a smile, you gritted your teeth. "Don't know. Maybe we'll cook or make Jules' grab food as we work."

He makes a face, not convinced he wants to let you guys leave. Now that he was here and his day was over with, he didn't want to be alone.

But he also didn't want to tell you he wanted to stay. He wanted you to invite him- but you weren't getting the hint. Or maybe you were, but you couldn't have him in the room while working with Joon.

"That's cool, did you know I make a killer chicken alfredo?" he speaks out, making you pull an interested face as you were very much not. "Especially with garlic bread."

"Make sure to make that once you get home, safe travels," you wave, trying to turn away but was once again stopped by his voice.

You could feel your kindness slowly leaving your body. Was this the day you would be arrested and charged for murder?

"You know what's the secret with making the pasta?" Pedro questions as Joon replies back a curious, "What?"

"The sauce!" he exclaims as you try to control yourself. He was definitely pushing your buttons but you had to stay calm- you had to.

Joon was too interested in the conversation Pedro was beginning, trying to ask what was in this mysterious sauce. You knew you had to interject or you would both be ticketless.

"Maybe you can tell us about this secretive sauce on Monday, when we next see you," you force a laugh, trying to slowly take a few steps back to inch towards the entrance doors. "We really have to g-"

"Why wait till Monday when I can tell you now?" he claps, getting reading to explain his recipe. "For starters, you need a thick, sauce that can sp-"

"Oh my god!" you squeal, causing both men to jump and stare at you in shock as you rambled on. "The parking structure is around the block, my number is 912- just park and come up! Let's go, Joon!"

With that, Joon and you ran inside and Pedro smiled to himself. His planned worked. He guessed the only way to get to you was by speaking nonsense until you gave in- he'll remember that in the future.

Rushing through your door, you took your coat off as Joon pulled his laptop out if his backpack and set it next to your desk.

You looked at it confusingly before asking, "you carry your laptop with you to work?"

"Duh, an intern should always be prepared for computer work," he replies as if it was the obvious rule we should all know.

Shrugging, you turned on your PC and immediately went to ticketmaster, finding that the tickets weren't going on sale until 35 minutes from now. "We still have time to breathe." That was until you heard light knocks on your door. "Spoke too soon."

Walking up to your door, you see that no one was out there.

That was until Pedro decided to jump out from the side and scare the living shit out of you.

"I'm not doing this," you glare, trying to slam the door on his face, but he forced his way in while laughing at the scream you exhaled before.

You stared at him with no expression as he fell to the floor, continuing to laugh as if your fear was the funniest thing in the world. Joon was even silently giggling in the corner, stopping when you made eye-contact with him.

Trying to find a bowl to fill with water so you could throw at him, your plans were interrupted when you heard your roommate's voice boom across the room.

"Who the fuck is making so much noise?! Some of us are trying to sleep- ah! Why is Mr. Boss here?" Jules' gasps, jumping behind the hallway wall and peeking only her head out, too embarrassed to show off her hello kitty pajamas.

"He's gonna make us some pasta with his secret sauce," Joon happily states as she just gives him a confused look.

"Plus, it's almost 3 in the afternoon...," Pedro adds, giving her a baffled look as to why she is barely waking up.

She just gives him an awkward glance before running back to her room, shutting the door. Saturday's were her day off, of course waking up after 5pm was normal.

"The time limit just turned green! Refresh to join the waiting room-" Joon began screeching, doing so on his computer as you jumped around Pedro to do the same on your PC.

Slowly walking up to where Joon was, Pedro began examining the situation you two were in. Reading over your computer screen, his face fell. "The 1975 2022 World Tour...were you guys seriously trying to buy concert tickets this whole time?!"

Joon and you exchanged innocent glances to one another, not sure if he was judging you for your dedication.

"No, we still are trying to buy tickets," you simply reply, pushing him away from your computer.

His negativity was bad luck.

"This is why you were rushing to get home? All for-"

"Be gone, pessimist. Your energy is not it," you frown, moving your game chair to block his view from your screen. "Joon, block your computer, we can't afford his cynical attitude to ruin our chances of making out with Matty Healy."

"Making out with Matty Healy? You still want that? How is he gonna notice you?" Pedro asks, trying hard not to laugh in your face.

You were quiet for a minute. It was just a crazy thing you said because of all the videos you had seen online whenever it was somebody's birthday or they were just a lucky fan in the front.

You weren't actually dedicated to kissing him, but you did wish.

Joon slowly raised his finger, pointing at Pedro. "You're famous, right? Maybe if you went he'll notice us?"

Eyes widening, Pedro quickly shook his head as you placed your hand over your mouth. He was right, maybe he wouldn't kiss you, but he would for sure meet you if he found out a famous actor with over a million followers on Instagram attended his show.

"Not a chance," Pedro declared, ignoring your puppy dog gaze as you just hoped doing it for long would make him so uncomfortable he would give in.

Nudging Joon, he followed your actions with the sad stare, the two of you in front of the poor actor, leaving him really no choice. You were even thinking about calling Jules out to help, but she probably wouldn't appreciate it by her state of looking homeless.

But if it were on a work day she would totally be in.

"You just look like a deformed bull terrier," he says, pulling a disgusted face. "It's kind of unattractive."

"What is that?" you urge, watching Joon hold a laugh.

"The target dog," Joon answers for you.

Shrieking, you smack Pedro in the arm. "My god, woman! You always hit me."

"You're coming with us to the concert," you announce, watching him roll his eyes. Before he could reject your demand, you beat him to it, "if you don't I'm never talking to you again."

"Please, I've been wishing for that for weeks now," he cheers. "Plus, I'm pretty sure I am busy the day they come."

Pulling yourself close to the computer, you check to see the day they were arriving. "So you're saying you aren't free November 7th?"

"Kid, that's basically a year from now. I can't guarantee anything."

"Damn, you're right," you frown, your mood going down. Joon's idea was pretty amazing, but just wrong timing since the concert was so far away. "You can leave now."

"And what about that famous chicken alfredo?" Pedro chuckled, finding your change in demeanor amusing. You must really love these indie boys.

You were about to reply when Joon intervened. "Oh my god! We are in the queue!"

Twisting your head, you could see the clock had hit 3 o'clock exactly. How did time go by that fast?

"Holy shit! Everybody disconnect from the house wifi on your phones! We can not have anything disturbing us!"

Pulling out your phone, you did what you ranted on and made sure Joon did the same. You even ran to Jules' door and banged on it until she confirmed she did so.

Running back to the computer, you could see there was still 983 people in front of you while Joon had 754. "Why is your computer going faster?"

"This laptop-," he sheepishly smiled. "-cost a fortune, but works like a charm."

Turning back to the screen, you saw the purple line move closer. Not even three minutes in and you only had 534 people left while Joon had 312.

You don't know what you did, but God was certainly rewarding you.

"You're honestly really weird," Pedro confessed, staring at your computer screen. "And sad."

"You would be if you were about to buy tickets to see the love of your life."

"I wouldn't pay anything, money can't buy love," Pedro insists, pulling a chair from your table and placing it in between Joon and you.

"That's very romantic," you swipe an imaginary tear from your cheek. "Save it for the cameras."

His jaw drops as you return back to your computer. In a few moments you were about to be inside the room and you were beyond scared. If you did not get these tickets you don't know how much longer you'll have to live.

"I'm in!" Joon shouts, causing you to jump to his screen.

Great, the two of you were going together anyway so it works out.

"Fuck, what's the presale code?!"

Placing your hands on your head as he begins to panic, you die inside. What the fuck were you going to do now? "Go on Twitter and check!"

To say Pedro was not intrigued would be a lie. It was very fascinating seeing how strongly engaged you were just for a damn ticket. To be honest, he thinks you would be great on a reality tv show- your expressions were just off the roof. He wonders if other people genuinely acted like you.

"It's probably something super simple, try 'thesound,'" you exclaim, watching as he typed right away but frowning when it denied it. "try 'somebodyelse.'"

After each attempt of every famous song they had, it was still wrong. What pissed you off even more was that fans were gatekeeping the code no matter how many times Joon and you tweeted for help.

Greedy little shits.

Eventually, your screen allowed you into the room as well. It was no use, you didn't have the code. "I think I'm going to have a panic attack," you clutch your chest as you felt your lips quiver from sadness. "We were so close."

Pedro just stared at you not believing how miserable you suddenly became. Is this how easily young people let concerts take over themselves? Do people really idolize artists that much to the point where they feel depressed if they don't get tickets?

He shivered imagining how BTS fans dealt with this pressure.

"Let me try," Pedro speaks up, pushing you to the side as he began typing away on your keyboard.

It never hurts to try, right?

Innocently clicking away, your face fell as the check mark appeared, unlocking the room for you. "He got in!"

Hurriedly jumping to the screen, Joon urged Pedro to do the same as you began searching through the seats. Instantly clicking on the floor, you hit the continue button for 2 seats.

Feeling your nerves kick in, your hands begin to shake as you typed in the needed information in order to complete your order. But once you pressed 'place your order," your world stopped.

Ignoring your surroundings, you only focused on the screen. Quietly praying, you're sure Joon and Pedro could hear your desperate requests to the ruler of the universe to grant you your biggest wish: these tickets.

You Got The Tickets To The 1975!

Feeling weightless, you screamed so loud you were sure your neighbors were going to call the cops. Joon looked over, doing the same cheers once he realized you two were set for the show.

Jumping out of your chair, you practically tackled Pedro to the ground as you wrapped your arms around his neck and planted him numerous kisses all over his cheeks.

For once, you were happy you managed to outlast his annoying-self.

"I will forever be grateful for your existence!" you cheer, squeezing his poor body in your arms as he tried to remain in balance, laughing at how nice you suddenly became.

Planting a big kiss on his forehead, you turn to Joon and jump together in happiness. You couldn't believe you managed to score tickets, especially floor seats.

"Wait, what was the code?" Joon asked, pulling away from you and turning to Pedro who tried containing his grin.

"The 1975."

You dropped you arms, feeling incredibly stupid. How could you not write their name as a code attempt? It was shorter than 'it's not living if it's not with you.'

"Joon, we are officially the two dumbest people in New York City," you confess as he slowly nods before stopping.

"Not dumber than Jules though."

You heard her door open before her loud yelling appeared, "Well fuck you too!"

Ignoring her, you jump to Pedro who had his gaze on you already. "Welp! Since we got that out of the way, why don't you make some of that chicken alfredo with your sauce."

He smiled before realizing what you were asking. "What sauce?"

You roll your eyes before hitting his side. "The secretive one you were bothering us about."

Pedro bounces up once he understands what he had mentioned earlier. "Oh, right. That one," he chuckles. "I was kidding, I just wanted to see what you guys were dong."

Your face falls as Joon lets out a sad sigh. "Man, I really wanted to taste how thick and creamy that sauce was."

Pedro just tilts his head to Joon before pointing at the door. "It was great hanging with you guys though! Hey, at least we all worked together for those tickets! I'm gonna head out now, have a good rest of your evening!"

With that, he awkwardly backs away and opens the door, quickly running out before you could argue why he would lie about such a thing.

Before you could process what had just happened, he quickly opens the door again and peeps his head inside. "By the way, you don't actually like a deformed bull terrier," he clarifies. "I was kidding, maybe a cavalier king charles spaniel, those are precious."

And again, he runs out. This time, your face was pretty noticeable when it came to how much redness was present. You cringed to yourself, the littlest of compliments always made you blush- it made you sick.

Joon and you exchanged confused looks to each other. Pedro was a very interesting man.

"What is a cavalier king charles spaniel?" you lightly question.

"The dog in the arms of an angel commercial," Joon simply replies.

Reaching his car, Pedro quickly unlocked the door before jumping in. He felt his heart beating fast, not sure why it was doing so.

Was it because he adored how committed you were for those damn tickets? Maybe. Or how your eyes sparkled once you realized you got the right code? Possibly.

How you kissed him and pulled him in close? Most definitely.

But he would never reveal such a thing to anyone. People would take it wrong and believe he had feelings for you. All he had were feelings one would have for another close friend like you.

His heart was beating because he was excited for you, that's all.

Walking around the studio Monday morning was exhausting. Not only did you pull an all-nighter Saturday night because you were too happy to fall asleep, but you only managed to gain a few hours of sleep on Sunday as you were too busy trying to finish homework due that same night.

"Are you alright? Do you need water?" you heard Bella worriedly ask as you pulled a hoodie over your head and walked near the snacks table.

"I need a pill that can wake me up."

"That could be arranged," she joked, stopping when you sent her a serious look. "Not by me, of course."

Bella managed to wake you up a little once she suddenly pulled out her phone and turned the flash on, flashing it all around your face. "Are you trying to make me blind?!"

"It's supposed to wake you up, is it working?" she grinned, still shoving her phone up your face.

Grabbing her wrist, she stops. "No."

"Damn, that sucks."

Somehow you managed to pull yourself together, walking to where the rest of the interns were once you heard all the directors call out for an urgent meeting.

Probably wanting one of you to run to the coffee shop for coffee as usual.

Seeing Pedro waving at you from the side of his cast's group, you smiled and returned it. He then proceeded to make a confused face, wondering why there was an emergency meeting being held.

You sent the same look, adding a shrug because you were feeling the same. You weren't aware about what was going on, but noticing how many people were present- it must be a big deal.

Finn walked in and stood near the director, sending you a smile that didn't look natural.

If anything it looked fake and...sad?

"A lot of you are probably wondering why I called everyone down here on this early morning," you hear one of the directors begin, making some people nod while others just patiently waited for him to continue. "Starting with wonderful news, we have just been given access to explore our visuals and proceed to try out different surroundings in regards to our planned perception for the series."

Hearing a few people clap, you do the same. You were glad that the set was upgrading, but what did they have to do with everyone?

"Unfortunately," you heard him begin, causing your breathe to hitch. "with locations being held in various places like Canada, we are going to have to make cuts."

Feeling your heart drop, you already knew who he was planning to remove. A big series like this can't send interns they don't care about out of the country for help and you sure as hell couldn't afford to pay for the travels yourself if it came down to it.

You didn't want to make eye-contact with Bella or Pedro and feel their condolences through their expressions. All you wanted to do was be cut already so you could go home and cry at home.

To cry over a job was pathetic, but considering how much you learned and loved to manage it for the past couple months, it was sad to let it go.

As the director went down the list of small departments he planned on letting go, he finally made it to yours. "As for the interns, we are especially grateful for the hard work you brought to this set and trying to fill not only our needs but the casts. If we have any open positions in the near future we will make sure to grant you priority, and if you ever need letters of recommendations for your future activities, I am sure Finn would be able to handle that behind closed doors..."

You zoned out after that, not really caring what else was being said. It was the typical its not us excuse, claiming the company couldn't provide for all of their workers yet were able to spend millions of dollars on each location and its visuals.

The meeting was over when you noticed the directors and producers giving a final sympathetic look to the crowd, bowing their heads before walking back to where their offices were located.

"I feel like crying," you heard Jules sniffle, patting her under eye with her sweater. "But I took time on my eye makeup so I can't!"

Rubbing her shoulder, you tried to distract her from her tears coming out as Joon stood next to you guys, telling her funny spongebob jokes that she did not understand.

"Uh oh, Mr. Boss is coming. He's gonna make me cry, I can't hear his sorrow," Jules' explained, turning her back the other way.

"Hey, kids," you heard Pedro lightly say.

"The tears are coming out!" Jules' exclaimed, running away to the nearest bathroom while Joon and you looked at each other, feeling extremely bad for her.

"Sorry about that," Pedro awkwardly started, continuing once you shook off his unnecessary apology. "I just wanted to talk, see how you guys are handling the unfortunate news."

Joon was the first to speak, sounding surprisingly calm for someone who just lost his internship. "It sucks, but at least it was for an understandable reason. Traveling costs money. Plus, we go to school here, we can't just leave."

You nodded, agreeing with what he said. It was true, you should have known this job would've ended sooner than later, there was only so much you could have done inside a film studio.

The series was an apocalypse that needed feature more outside and environmental sets that looked deadly than a building that was only useful for inside takes.

"How about you?" He questions, sincere eyes following yours as you shrug.

"I am sad but that's the industry," you force out a small chuckle. "If you aren't cut at least once, you aren't gaining the full experience."

Right after you said that, you felt tears lining around the inner corner of your eyes. Looking down, you tru to contain yourself. "I'm going to go check up on Jules."

Reaching out for you, Pedro tries to console you but you were out of his reach in seconds. He hated the tears in your eyes and his job being the reason behind it.

He felt as if it were his fault for your departure when he knows he shouldn't.

It also didn't make him feel any better that Joon followed straight after you once you walked away. He knew he had to do something but he wasn't sure.

All he knew was that he would rather see you smile than cry.

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henrioo · 11 months

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Hello, I see that your ask are open may I request a angst to comfort for Sanji. With a really emotional reader like tears up/cries because they love him so much.

Heeey, thanks for the request and sorry for the delay, here it is!

✦ ── CRYBABY: SANJI

Sanji x Gn! Reader

Synopsis: You can't help but get emotional when you realize that Sanji is your dream boyfriend... The problem is that you get too emotional

Warnings: None, just the reader crying and Sanji being a perfect man

Word Count: 1,1k

Notes: I thought this idea was simply amazing because if I dated someone like Sanji I would definitely cry everyday with happiness. Pardon the English

Revision: @waitingmydemons

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Everything seemed very normal when the day started, Sanji woke up with you wrapped around him like a baby koala on its own mother. You had been on watch last night so he quietly left to give you a few more hours of sleep, after all you deserve it after so much hard work. It wasn't exactly unusual for you to continue sleeping after he got up, as Sanji would wake up long before the sun rose to ensure the preparation of the day's meals. Then he placed a light kiss on your forehead as he whispered that he loved you very much, took his clothes to change in the bathroom and left the room you share.

Once he was dressed and ready to start the morning, he concentrated solely on preparing all the meals for breakfast and expediting what he could for the other meals of the day. As time went by, the ship gradually became noisier, whether it was Nami and Robin's footsteps going to the bathroom, Chopper and Usopp's confused conversations, who were still too asleep to speak meaningful things, or any other member of the crew waking up and moving around. He didn't bother going to talk to anyone as he knew that soon everyone would be there in the kitchen for breakfast so he could greet everyone.

The thing is, as soon as the table was ready and Luffy was eating things off the other people's plates, he noticed that you hadn't shown up. His first reaction was panic, are you sick? Has something happened? You were sick? He felt his stomach lurch at all the possibilities and even sweat began to break out. That's when he remembered, you had been on watch and you were probably too tired to go to breakfast in the kitchen, he sighed in relief as he judged himself for being so distracted as to forget about it.

So as soon as he explained everything to the others, he started preparing a huge flag with his well-deserved breakfast. There were several selections of breads, fruits, coffee and milk, even some pastries he had hidden from breakfast and would give exclusively to you. He walked the halls alone and hummed as he thought how surprised and delighted you would be to be greeted with breakfast in bed. He couldn't help but feel his heart warming as he imagined what it felt like to be a real prince going to pamper his significant other, he loved treating you that way!

He knocked on the door and all he got were tired murmurs, he chuckled and cautiously walked in, meeting you just as he left you. You were curled up in bed around the various covers and hugging a pillow like your life depended on it, initially he thought that maybe you imagined you were hugging him… But when his face started to get too hot he decided to ignore it and go back to his main mission.

"Good morning angel… You missed your coffee" he walked over and placed the tray on the dresser next to the bed as he sat on the edge "Aren't you hungry?"

You yawned loudly and then opened your eyes, they were tired and cloudy, but as soon as you could see who was there, everything changed. Your eyes gained a new sparkle and now you had a melted and passionate look. This definitely made Sanji's stomach churn and his heart beat faster than it should.

"Saaaaaan" You murmured happily while giggling, you sure are happy to see him.

"Good morning love" he approached and gave a long kiss on your forehead "I made your breakfast"

You sat up a little confused on the bed and he placed the tray next to you, you still looked confused and distant having just woken up. But for Sanji you couldn't be more beautiful, your hair messed up, his blue shirt you wore in your pajamas, your cheeks slightly red… You looked like a masterpiece made by the most experienced master in the world, how could someone be so beautiful like that? And how could that person justly love Sanji?

"You know…" he placed a hand on your cheek making you look at him "I really love you"

There was a certain innocence in that sentence, not that Sanji didn't love you, but most of the time he said it automatically. It seemed like he had been programmed to say that he loved you every five minutes, obviously he felt it every time, but here it felt different. It was as if for the first time he let his feelings do the talking, as if he was more sincere than he could be any time before.

The problem was that Sanji had said that hoping to cheer you up a bit, maybe get a kiss or an "I love you" back. What he didn't expect was for you to start crying desperately, to the point where your cheeks got wet and even sniffled.

"What happened?!" He asked desperately, he quickly approached and wrapped you in a strong and safe hug. Has he said something wrong? Perhaps you were on a diet and offering so much food was an offense?

Thoughts raced through Sanji's head as he desperately tried to figure out what he had done to make you start crying. His stomach dropped and he started to blame himself, you were his angel, he should never make you cry! He hated seeing you cry for whatever reason and knowing what the reason could be for him broke his heart.

"My love, tell me, what did I do? I'm so sorry! Please stop crying" he begged as he stroked your hair and rubbed your back.

"Sanji!" You called him over and he immediately looked over to find out what he had done "You are so cute!" And then you went back to crying desperately as you clung to him.

By then Sanji had stopped working, you're crying because… Was he cute? He didn't understand, why would you cry about it?

"I don't understand love… Didn't I do something wrong?" he asked, confused.

"What? No!" You looked at him like he was crazy "It’s because you came here to hand me coffee and you said you loved me! And you care about me so much and that's so sweet! I… I love you!" You said everything quickly while mixing up the words, then grabbed him and hugged him tightly.

Sanji was still confused about you crying over this, but a part of him calmed down knowing nothing was wrong. You were definitely the cutest and kindest person Sanji knew, crying just because you loved someone so much that emotion doesn't fit in your chest… All he could be sure of was that he was very lucky to love you and maybe even luckier to be loved by you.

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Notes: My first Sanji imagine has over 300 likes and I'm just in shock, since you guys liked the first one so much you should be happy with this ask

I have a lot of things I wrote in the last few days, so it won't take long to update, I'm also working on the ask and soon they will open again

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onceuponapuffin · 11 days

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Fanatic Intervention Part 9!!

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You pound your way to the nearest bar, where everyone had agreed to meet. The three of them are standing around, talking over glasses of wine. Your hands are in fists, your nails digging into your palms as you approach. They acknowledge you as you enter their field of vision, but you say nothing. Instead, you beeline for Aziraphale, put your arms around him, and hang on for dear life. Sometimes you just need to hug an angel.

There’s a pause where Anathema says something about your aura, and then Aziraphale hugs you back.

Dear Reader, I’m not sure if it ever happened in your life, but for this Puffin there came a time when it was made very clear that wanting to be held or wanting to lean on another person in public was unacceptable (and, in fact, embarrassing) once you reached a certain age. And yet, we as humans are social creatures. The need to be held is a very normal response, especially after something particularly upsetting happens (like having the sanctity of washroom privacy violated, for example). Perhaps you’re not the kind of person who, out of nowhere, feels the desire to be held, but perhaps you know someone who is. And so, I would like to impress upon you the incredible difference it makes, the immeasurable relief it brings, to know that you have someone with you who will hold you back without question or comment. Just hold you, and wait.

Aziraphale makes it clear he intends to do just that.

“Take your time, dear,” he says gently. And so you do.

After a moment, the clink of a glass next to you makes you look up. Someone has given you a glass of the same wine everyone else has. You pull away and take a sip, feeling much calmer and very grateful.

“Thanks,” You say.

“Anytime,” Aziraphale replies.

“What happened?” Anathema asks.

Thus, you recount how Metatron trapped you in the washroom until he had said his peace. By the time you finish, there are three very angry faces around you. You feel validated enough to take another, much larger, sip of the wine. Aziraphale is the first to speak.

“Well for starters, I invite you to stay in my bookshop however long you like. Pet indeed! You are a help, yes, but you are a guest, and certainly not disposable, whatever he says.”

“And,” Crowley adds, “From what you said, Aziraphale and I can get you home whenever you want anyway. Probably, I mean. No dUbIOus motives involved, at least.”

Anathema seems to be thinking. After another few seconds, she asks:

“Why did you take the coffee?”

You all look at her, surprised.

“Well I mean,” she continues, “If the Metatron wants to know, he probably has a reason. If you tell us, maybe we can figure it out for ourselves and find a way around it.”

“Or they could just not tell him,” Crowley suggests with snark. “Then it doesn’t matter.”

“I mean, it might,” Anathema counters, “We don’t know that it doesn’t.”

“I took it because of the Coffee Theory,” You say with a shrug. It’s not like it’s a big deal. “But I mean, I don’t know why that would matter to him.”

“Well,” Anathema says, “That might depend on what the Coffee Theory is.”

“Well, it’s the idea that the Metatron did something to that coffee he was going to give Aziraphale. To, like, make Aziraphale trust him, or listen to him or whatever, so that he would go back to Heaven.” You pause. “There’s also an interpretation of it where it was a metaphor like ‘take my offer or face death.’ But most people think about the first one, and that’s the one that was in my brain when I did it. There aren’t a lot of people who actually believe it. I mean, not anymore, anyway.”

“So you think the Metatron drugged Aziraphale’s coffee?” Anathema raises an eyebrow. “And you drank it, yes? So...did he?”

“No,” You reply, “It was exactly what it was supposed to be. An oat milk latte with almond syrup. And I didn’t think he actually messed with it. I just wasn’t willing to take the chance, that’s all.”

Crowley’s face scrunches. “And you think he might need to know that for some reason?” He looks pointedly at Anathema.

“He might,” She gives a thoughtful hum. “I’ll think about it. I might ask the Cards later.”

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The wait for boarding didn’t feel so long after that. As you board, you notice how spacious First Class is. Aziraphale and Crowley sit in the seats ahead of you and Anathema, with Aziraphale in the window seat. You notice Crowley casually trying to stick his legs out into the aisle and wonder vaguely whether it’s because he needs the space, or to try and trip the flight attendants. Both? Probably both. Okay, definitely both, you note, as a stewardess almost falls face-first into the aisle. Aziraphale gently swats at Crowley in reprimand, but you can tell it’s half-hearted and wholly-fond.

Your only trouble comes when you need to use the washroom, but Anathema, ever clever and aura-observant, suggests to go with you so that you can knock if anything goes wrong. Thankfully, nothing does, and you both return to your seats.

“You know,” Anathema says, leaning forward, “I just overheard the strangest thing. It seems that all of the normal airline food on this plane has gone missing. All that they have to serve is the first-class food.”

“Wait,” You say, holding back a laugh, “So everyone on this flight gets to eat the fancy, chef-prepared, gourmet meals?”

Crowley doesn’t hold back his laugh. “Oh, the big bosses won’t like that!”

“You two wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?” Anathema asks suspiciously. You notice she’s smiling while she says it.

“Psh!” Crowley waves away the thought. “Why would I? Doesn’t matter to me either way.”

“Honestly, Miss Device,” Aziraphale adds, “I have no idea why you immediately accuse us of something that seems so clearly to be a mere...clerical error.”

Ah-ha! Culprit found. Clerical error your arse.

“You know,” You sigh, “It really is no wonder why Crowley loves you so much.”

“Ngk,” says Crowley. Aziraphale responds with a pleased-sounding hum. You relax, and notice between the seats that Aziraphale places his hand on top of Crowley’s and leaves it there.

They like holding hands – your insides scream.

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When you disembark from the plane, you hear all the other passengers around you complimenting the flight attendants on the excellent food and promising to leave excellent reviews online. You keep your laughter as quiet as you can. Aziraphale’s little prank is going to cause the airline issues for YEARS. Crowley must be so proud.

The speed and ease with which you clear customs and baggage claim is probably because you’re traveling with two supernatural entities. In no time at all, you’re outside of the airport flagging down a cab. Crowley opens the door with enthusiasm and outright glee.

“After you, Angel,” he says, “You think 90 miles an hour in London is bad, I can’t wait for you to see this!”

Dear Reader, I don’t know if you have ever been to New York City, but I assure you that Crowley’s driving has nothing on the NYC cabbies. Aziraphale spends the entire drive trying to hold on to something and taking deep breaths as the cab violently jerks to a stop millimeters from the car in front. You suggest he close his eyes. He does. It doesn’t seem to help.

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The taxi lets you out in front of The Ritz. Because of course you’re staying at The Ritz. Aziraphale goes to check in while Crowley tells Anathema he needs the washroom, and mutters to you that he wants to empty all the soap dispensers. You try so hard to hold in your laughter that it comes out your nose anyway. The demon flashes you a cheeky grin before disappearing around the corner. Anathema looks at you.

“Probably been a while since he had a fresh audience,” You say to her. She chuckles.

“And you’re so obliging too. No doubt he’s having a great time with all this.”

“Hey, Anathema,” You begin uncertainly, “How...I mean...I’m just worried about...things. How are we going to find Jesus anyway? I just...I don’t really have anymore information to give. I don’t even know if he’s going to be a baby or an adult this time.”

“Hm...” Anathema thinks for a minute, “Well, I’m going to try and get some readings, see if I can get some kind of direction for us to go in. It’s a big country, but what I’m hoping is that it will sort of work like dowsing.”

“Dowsing? Like looking for water with sticks?”

“Sort of. In a nutshell, you pay attention to the vibrations in the Earth, and the closer you get, the stronger the vibrations become. It makes sense to think that Jesus would make pretty noticeable vibrations. That’s my working hypothesis anyway.”

You nod. That will do for now. Aziraphale and Crowley both return, with the demon wiping his hands on his trousers, and the four of you take the elevator to your room.

The Royal Suite.

“Are...you….serious??” Anathema asks. Honestly, you’re too stunned looking around the enormous suite with four bedrooms to say anything. It’s bigger than most houses. You take out your phone and start taking pictures.

“Well, if we’re going to stay at The Ritz,” Aziraphale says cheerfully, pronouncing the capital letters, “Best to do it Properly.”

“But this is ridiculous!”

Aziraphale isn’t paying attention anymore. He’s gone to tell Crowley not to draw mustaches on the expensive artwork.

“Unlimited resources,” You say to her, “Make for expensive taste.”

“No, kidding,” she sighs, “I’m glad you’re here. I’m gonna need some help with these two.”

Ha, You think to yourself, I knew it.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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luvyeni · 7 months

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CONSEQUENCES OF A ONE NIGHT STAND. ( chapter. 29 )

— CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: sunoo finds out 😳 …

— 𖦹 warnings?

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you rolled your eyes, making your way out of your office to the front of the store. “what are you still doing here?” karina, who basically was one of your new employees asked, wiping down the reminisce of coffee from the table.

“well i was waiting for jake.” the door to the store opened, you hushed your voice not wanted the women who walked in to know your business. “good morning.” you greeted walking past the woman and her child. “where is he?” yunjin who was filling up the new coffee filters for the customers , sighed. “he’s not coming.”

“that is like the third time he’s canceled on you, what the hell.” karina said, you shrugged. “he said jay is keeping him pretty busy. “he’s an accountant, not that hard.” yunjin sassed. “now i have to go to my appointment alone, i haven’t went alone before.” you said. “i’ll go.” yunjin offered. “what makes you think i don’t want to go?” karina asked. “do you really want to leave me and sunoo together again?”

right on queue, sunoo gave you reason why you’d never leave him alone. “ma’am the chef and the manager is right there, how about you ask them both why chocolate croissants are on the board even though we don’t sell them.” you quickly — or as fast as your belly would let you, walked over to the register. “i’m so sorry ma’am.” you glared at sunoo. “my employee is normally very respectful.”

“go washed the dirty tables , and get ready for the lunch rush.” you gritted your teeth. “he is so rude.” the girl held the little boy in his hand. “he’s such a cutie, and i’m once again sorry, anything you want is one the house.” you said, she sat the little boy down. “pick what you want dae, and pick something that daddy will like to.” she said. “dae, what a nice name.”

“thank you.” she smiled, sunoo was listening in and that smile, it was something about that smile that didn’t sit right with him. “thank you, have you thought of any names?” she pointed to your stomach. “uhm, actually know, i guess me and my boyfriend haven’t really talked about that yet.” you said , it felt weird calling him your boyfriend for some reason. “a girl, that is wonderful.” sunoo made his way back over, something was off about that girl. “i bet you the father is excited.”

you weren’t too sure anymore, but you nodded smiling. “i wan this mommy.” the boy pointed to the chocolate cupcake. “good choice, my boyfriends favorite, mines too.” you said. “i’ll get it.” sunoo said. “really? then i’ll take two then and a few of those macaroons and chocolate chip cookies.” sunoo huffed , not really feeling this girls energy. “is that it?” you elbowed him , he rolled his eyes bending down. “you should look into new staff.” the girls said , you smiled in embarrassment. “i know, i really should.”

sunoo scoffed , standing back up. “here, aren’t you gonna be late?” he turned to you. “oh shit, i am yu come on, her food is free, just charge her for the coffee and milk, pack it up for her and her cute son.” you smiled as yunjin rushed you out the door. “nice to meet you!” you yelled out.

“here you go.” sunoo handed her the bag of sweets. “you should try and smile more, maybe people will like you more.” the girl grabbed the bag. “come one dae, daddy must be waiting for us.” she picked the boy up, leaving out the store. “i should’ve jumped over– hey!” karina yelled. “i hope her and her sticky fingered son never comes back in here.” he said. “what’s your problem with her?”

“she looks suspicious, did you see the way she was looking at (y/n), it was very condescending, like she knew some that she didn’t. “sunoo, you think everyone is out to get (y/n) after the doctor situation.” karina laughed. “no this is different.” he turned to the computer. “what are you doing?”

“looking at the name on her receipt.” he said. “sunoo, you can’t do that.” karina scolded. “too late already did, gonna find her, her mean girl energy isn’t sitting with me.” he said reading out the name.

“song jihae.”

[ JAKE’S P.O.V ]

jake sighed , looking at the unread message. “what’s wrong.” jihae asked. “this is the fifth time you sighed .” he sighed again, tucking his phone away. “it’s (y/n), she hasn’t answered me yet.” he said. “is she really that upset you missed one appointment?” jihae chuckled.

“it’s not just that, i may have also missed a few dates to be with you and dae.” he said , not even noticing the girls smirk. “well how many?” his ears turned red. “maybe three.” he said. “oh that’s not bad.” she said. “she’s probably just a bit insecure, she’s pregnant and doesn’t feel pretty and she probably thinks you do too.” jake was taken a back. “of course i think she’s pretty, why would you say that?”

“oh jakey you know i don’t mean it like that, when i was pregnant i thought i was ugly all the time.” she said. “really?” he asked. “yup.” he thought about it , as dae ran up to them. “hey buddy.” he patted the boys head, smiling. “mommy cupcake.” he said. “you want your cupcake cake?” the little boy nodded. “sure, let me get it from the bag.”

“we bought you one too.” the girl pulled two cupcakes out from the container , along with a macaroon. “we got them for free, one of the employees were so rude so the owner gave it to us for free.” she handed the cake to him. “well thank you.” he said taking a bite , the taste immediately becoming familiar. “oh where did you get this?”

“um hold on.” she pulled up the sight in her hand , jake almost dropped the cupcake. “you went inside there?” he said. “well they don’t have a drive through.” she chuckled. “jihae that’s not funny , that’s (y/n)’s cafe!” he said. “oh really? well that means the pregnant lady who gave us these was (y/n)?” she said. “yes , yes it was oh my god, jihae.” he said.

“relax, she didn’t know who i was, she wa completely clueless.” she said. “i do have to admit, she is an amazing cook.” jake sighed again. “did she look upset?” jihae shrugged. “ she looked fine to me.” he smiled. “thank good, that means she isn’t that pissed at me.”

“look at that.” jihae tsked, “you’re still a messy eater.” she grabbed a wipe, wiping the chocolate from the boys lips. “just like dae.” he chuckled. “i guess we do have a few things in common.” he chuckled — then it all happened too fast , before he could even react , her lips were pressed against his.

he quickly pushed her away, “jihae, what are you doing?” he said. “i’m sorry , i couldn’t help it jakey.” he waved her off. “no jihae, you don’t get to come back and do this, i’m with (y/n) now.” he said. “really?” she said. “then why haven’t you asked her to be your girlfriend?” she said. “because she surely does call you her boyfriend.” he was stumped, “she does?”

“that��s not the point, do you even really want to be with her or is it for the baby?” she said. “i want to be with her, no questions asked , and i want to be here for dae, but if you do this again we’ll have to find a new routine where it’s just me and him.” the girls eyes widened. “no i’m sorry jake, please don’t, besides my parents i have no one.” she begged , her voice shaky like she was close to crying.

“okay, okay calm down i was just shocked.” he said patting her back. “really?” she asked her eyes red. “yeah, just don’t do that again alright, i’m serious.” he said and she threw her arms around him. “i swear i won’t, i promise jake.” she said. “i trust you.” he said, he didn’t even notice the cunning smile the girl had on.

she had planned this whole thing, it didn’t take her that long to find where you worked at , she planted the seeds, and now all she had to do was wait…

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pan-de-seungcheol · 8 months

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♡SVT and their coffee orders♡

~♡~What I personally think SVT members would order at a coffee shop, coming from a barista of 3 years~♡~

~♡Warnings: None♡~

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♡Seungcheol♡

First of all if he was my regular id love every second of my job. I just know hes the sweetest person to the staff, and so i think id make him a vanilla latte with coconut milk. TRUST ME guys if you like lattes please try one with coconut milk.

♡Jeonghan♡

cappuccino. its just so fancy. every time someone asks for just a plane cappuccino i feel like i have an obligation to make it look as fancy as possible. if he were to get a flavor in it itd be french vanilla.

♡Joshua♡

Iced hazelnut latte with almond milk. Another one you guys need to try especially with a little bit of mocha in it. Pairing the milks with the syrups also elevates your drinky drink too. this one is one of my personal favs to make for myself, and I feel like hed like something a w a lil sweetness to it

♡Jun♡

Juns kind of a hard one... i think hed usually go for something plain like a flat latte, but hed definitely be a sucker for seasonal drinks. I think hed love the valentines day flavors so im making him a strawberry mocha. id def have to add an extra shot for him tho.

♡Hoshi♡

mocha frappuccino with whip cream and extra mocha drizzle on top. He definitely wouldnt ask for the extra mocha, but if i saw a cutie patooti like him walk into the shop id give him some anyway. Cute people deserve cute drinks!!

♡Wonwoo♡

Im sensing wonwoo likes something sweet from time to time (who doesnt) so im gonna give him an iced caramel macchiato. i feel like his normal order would be just the house coffee tho...maybe a splash of creamer if hes feeling frisky.

♡Woozi♡

Large cold brew with nothing in it. this man is up until the booty crack of dawn working on his music, so i gave him one of the strongest drinks i could think of. Extra points if its freshly made.

♡DK♡

Whatever the house special is. Oh my god DK's so cute i can just imagine him saying "Just make me whatever your favorite is" with the biggest smile on his face im crying. These are my fav drinks to make cause i get to fuck around a lil (id make him a brown sugar and vanilla latte with cinnamon on top).

♡Mingyu♡

Mingyu participates in Christian Girl Autumn (i dont make the rules). The second September 1 hits hes immediately ordering a pumpkin spice latte. Idk how other places make it but at ours we use brown sugar and pumpkin syrup and thats just so Mingyu to me.

♡Minghao♡

Matcha. People that order matchas are the chillest customers. I think hed like his matcha hot tho... maybe with a lil vanilla in it... yeah thats Minghao

♡Seungkwan♡

iced americano. this one is self-explanatory. man had a bad case of kpop idol coffee order (i just know that breath is kicking by his 3rd americano of the day)

♡Vernon♡

"Can i get a lemonade" and yes you can sir, you can have whatever you want actually, here take all the money in the register you deserve it<3

♡Dino♡

Dirty chai with cinnamon on top. Look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesnt look like he orders dirty chais... YOU CANT!! (off topic but someone orders lavender chai before and im curious if thats good or not).

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~Author's Note~

PLEASE let me know your coffee orders, I love making drinks and youd be surprised what things people come up with. Like mingyu i also participate in christian girl autumn so my fav fall drink is a latte with pumpkin, white chocolate, and cinnamon on top (pls try it its so good). Also pls support ur local coffee shops!!!

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hime-bee · 18 days

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Brainrotting about Njero go brrrrrrrr...I wanna see more of this old man whenever possible. Out of the four I like him the best really caught my eye with his design too <3 He be filling the handsome magic instructor that loves you shaped hole in my heart. This old man has been living in my head rent free ever since I played the game last week. Thank you for creating him! Sorry if theres if I have too many questions this is my first ask ever here in this site. What field of magic does he excel at and teach...what's his favorite spell...does he prefer tea or coffee...what kind of sweets does he prefer...when did he first summon his familliar and what kind of a familliar was it...about the time he was in his not the best student era what kind of stuff was he not good at...how would he court the mc whenever he can...finally how would he feel with an s/o that has a very strong affinity for combat magic but rather average on any field of magic. Oh and I heard that your hand isnt feeling very well lately. I hope it gets well eventually so no rush on these~~ I wish you well!!<3

Anon, you have no idea how happy you've made me 😭 I didn't think that many people liked Njero, but I'm super happy to see that there are some who consider him a favorite! I don't mind the questions, also!! I'm just super happy that you like him so much 🥺 (Side note for those who don't know him, but his name is pronounced "n-err-o", the "j" is silent)

Anyway, lemme answer those questions for you!

Njero excels at elemental magic, which is what he teaches! He's the best with fire magic, though, and his favorite spell is anything that makes his life more convenient (similar to Howl). He prefers tea (specifically hot tea, with four sugar cubes and milk), but he doesn't mind coffee! He wasn't always a huge fan of sweets, actually- he only started eating them because of his familiars. They like cookies and candy, so he usually eats that when he doesn't have time for a meal 😩 He actually summoned his first familiar when he was still under the tutelage of his master, which was abouutttt 100+ years ago! He summoned a pixie named Amme first, and a few years later, he summoned a shape shifting demon named Sepher! When he was first learning magic, funnily enough, he was pretty bad at elemental magic. Because he wasn't the best at it made him want to practice more, and he ended up mastering it and enjoying it a lot more than most magic. His idea of courting the MC would depend on them, mostly! If they wanted a normal date, he would be more than happy to set that up! He's big on words of affirmation, also 😊 And lastly, I don't think he would mind what kind of magic his partner does, as long as they're content with it! If they are more offensive, though, he would make sure to tag along wherever with healing spells ready just in case!

Again, thank you so much for the ask, anon! I rarely get any for Njero, so I really enjoyed answering this! And thank you for the well wishes 😭💙 My hands have been getting better, but I don't wanna overdo it- I was gonna doodle a little Njero for you, but you know how it is 😩 Maybe later!

#massive Njero post! i love it #thank you again anon I'm so so happy you like that old man #he loves you too #Njero Iclawyn #male oc

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Hii! Can I request pjsk boys with a reader (preferably fem but I don't mind gn) who has allergy to milk protein? she can't eat most of the things that has anything with milk, with her only option being soy milk-- anyway, tysm in advance, I love your writing! <3

Heya! Yes, if course you can! I don't know much about allergies so I hope it's I didn't messed up anything... Also thank you so much, I'm really glad you love my writing and I hope you enjoy this one as well <3

Akito, Toya, Tsukasa, Rui with fem!reader who can only drink soy milk

Please look at request if you want better explanation what this will be about :'>

Tag List: @vodka-glrl - come get your ginger tsundere~

@alicewinterway18 - come get your future star!

⊱ Akito invited you on pancake date so of course he asked you which one you'd like

⊱ when you told him that you can't eat it because of your allergy he's really surprised... I mean, you could've told him and he would pick something else

⊱ maybe there are some other foods that don't require milk but he still decides to leave and take you somewhere else

⊱ he'd try his very best to find some place you'll definitely enjoy so he can have sure you'll enjoy this date

⊱ but if you ask him later he'll brush it off saying that 'it's nothing' and 'he just heard of it some time ago'

⊱ you actually don't have to worry because if you ever get something with milk you're allergic to, he'll definitely speak to the person that gave it to you

"Hey! Do you want to kill them or what?! They're allergic to milk protein, idiot!"

⊱ it's not anything new that Toya likes coffee, so the two of you were alone at his place because his dad had something to do, he decided that cup of coffee could be nice

⊱ so while making it, he asked you if you drink coffee with milk and that's how he discovered about your allergy

⊱ he'll definitely remember that and always have some soy milk for you in his fridge, just in case if you'd want to drink or have anything that contains milk

⊱ if someone will give you anything that contains milk, he'll assume they simply didn't knew that and politely explain to them what's going on

⊱ he will still take you to restaurants, cafes and all that stuff but first will make sure that they have soy milk avaible there

"Excuse me but they're allergic to milk protein so is it possible to get this but with soy milk instead?"

⊱ Tsukasa always wanted to know everything about you so he can give you the best surprises later, so you probably mentioned that in some chat of yours and he remembered this

⊱ you can have sure that he'll walk through every cafe and any other place where they serve food with milk, asking if there's option to get soy milk instead of normal milk

⊱ so on the next day, he'll come to you happily telling you every places you can go together without worrying about your allergy

⊱ if someone will give you something with milk you're allergic to, he'll explain to them as calm as he can that you're allergic

⊱ he definitely tries soy milk and he's not completely against it so he doesn't mind cooking foods that you will also eat with this milk instead

⊱ he once wanted to make something with you but wasn't sure if he added normal milk or soy milk so he made it all from beginning

"Which milk did I added... NO! DON'T EAT IT! A star like me shouldn't risk their lover getting killed, so I'll make it all again!"

⊱ Rui is more perceptive than you think, so surprisingly he catched on when he noticed you never order anything that contains milk unless it's soy milk

⊱ so of course he asked you if you're allergic on anything and he guessed correctly!

⊱ he'll definitely ask some people people if there's any cafe in which you can ask for soy milk instead of normal one, and if it isn't then he'll gladly prepare everything for you! He may not be the best cook... but hey, he tries his best

⊱ if someone ever gives you something containing normal milk, he'll assume they didn't knew and explain to them that you're allergic

⊱ he kinda thinks of your allergy as a challenge to create invention that can concert any milk into soy milk and if he somehow success then expect him to tell you about it immediately

"Darling, you won't believe what I have created!! Now you don't have to worry if you get something with normal milk because THIS can change it for you into soy milk!"

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microceleb au coffee orders?

kyle: iced latte, probably puts in sweetener himself because he doesn’t trust the barista to not make it too sweet. always gets oat milk because he’s definitely lactose intolerant

stan: frappuccino but iced mocha when he’s on tour, giving someone a coffee run his order, or when he feels randomly insecure about being a grown man ordering a milkshake at a coffee shop. also oat milk but it’s not for health reasons he’s just gay. he got into it during a 2 week vegan phase and just never stopped.

cartman: orders whatever tastes the least like coffee, so like those comically sweet frappuccinos or normal coffee but with like 6 pumps of caramel. he gets regular milk and thinks anyone who gets alternative milk is a pussy.

kenny: black coffee, maybe with creamer if he’s feeling whimsical. he wants to maximize the amount of caffeine in his drink as much as he can. he’s also just weird about food so this very much extends to coffee.

craig: never drinks coffee in front of people because he can only actually enjoy it if it tastes nothing like coffee and just straight up vanilla. he can’t risk being absolutely torn to shreds for this so he keeps his order on the down low and just takes those caffeine pills if he REALLY needs to be awake.

tweek: exclusively black coffee. he also doesn’t get coffee at shops if he can avoid it and prefers to make his own because he doesn’t trust other people making his drinks. wonder why that could be!

tolkien: iced latte, probably with some flower add on like lavender or rose. preference for soy milk but isn’t all that picky, milk is milk and coffee is coffee to him. when someone asks if he wants them to pick up a coffee for him he shrugs and goes “get me whatever idc” and this drives people INSANE. also prefers to make his coffee at home but for reasons unrelated to trauma and completely related to him having an incredible espresso machine.

clyde: not a coffee guy but is unashamed of it. he orders hot chocolate at coffee shops in any weather and says it loud and proud. coffee also makes his stomach hurt so he doesn’t wanna deal with that unlike some people (kyle).

jimmy: iced americano. got it for the first time on accident because he ordered it without knowing what it was to seem cultured and smart and then decided he never wanted to put milk in his coffee again. he’s also a big fan of just getting a tall bottle of cold brew and drinking it in like 3 minutes flat and someone not getting a stomachache.

butters: he makes sure to stay on top of when every seasonal or limited drink comes out so he can get them IMMEDIATELY. he makes a huge deal about getting his first pumpkin spice latte of the season every fall when it comes out. orders hot coffee in any weather like a freak.

wendy: iced latte, no sugar, just almond milk and coffee. she loves to order an iced latte and sit in a coffee shop for like 4 hours on her grindset just typing away on her computer, usually orders like 2-3 more in the time she’s there and leaves trembling like a scared chihuahua.

#most of these are iced because this is los angeles baby!!!!!!!! it’s rarely hot coffee weather #also tbh these are probably their orders in any universe but. yknow #asks #microceleb au

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yourbelgianthings · 7 months

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our last night

a short (about 3 pages) oksamber fic by me! no content warnings, i would say it’s angst though

When the shoreside community first moved under the water, to make their permanent home in the Ethersea, the first several days were a liminal space. All that anyone had ever known was gone, but they had only the smallest beginning of a new home, and no idea of what was to come. They paused in the time between to comfort each other, to be with their grief, before they had to continue on with the task of constructing their new life. People mostly stayed on the Biggest Baby in the early days, but they did their best to find their own space within the large communal home. In any case, it was better than the shithouses on the beach at least. Amber and Oksana had found their own corner of the ship, somewhere dark and quiet with just each other. Who else would there be? They were all each other had, the only remnant of the world before and the only constant going forward into this one. One morning after a few days, Oksana was already gone by the time Amber woke up, which was out of the ordinary, and Amber didn’t usually wake up late. She wasn’t too worried though, as she would say, they were both big girls and could take care of themselves, so she went to the communal kitchen area to get some coffee (black for Oksana, with a splash of milk and a couple sugars for herself, but she didn’t let anyone else see that) and a couple danishes. When she returned, their little area was still empty. Even though it was the morning, not a lot of light reached it, and the dark did not comfort Amber right now. She was used to hanging out in dark places, but when you’re still coming to terms with the fact that you’ll never properly see the sun again, it’s much more uneasy. Amber slid down the wall, slumping onto a pillow and letting her head rest on her knees. Things weren’t what she was used to, and she couldn’t operate in her normal way. If you’re someone who pretty much just lives in the present and doesn’t usually think very far ahead, that’s not going to feel very good when the present is suddenly unknown and uncertain. You’re still present, but maybe you don’t want to be anymore. Involuntarily, teardrops rolled down her face, slowly at first but then a river, and her shoulders trembled as she sobbed silently. Even alone, Amber wouldn’t want anyone to hear her cry. When she heard Oksana’s footsteps at the end of the hallway, she quickly dried her face with her bandanna and tried to act like nothing had happened. Even though she had quite clearly been crying, Oksana gracefully ignored this fact, although she did put her arm around Amber as she sat down.

“Hey bubba, where were you?” asked Amber as she handed over the other danish and mug of coffee.

“A meeting...” Oksana trailed off as if there was more detail to be given about this but she did not offer it. She was not at all an anxious nor shy person, so Amber immediately raised an eyebrow.

“For what? Come on, don’t be a clasper! You know you can tell me anything.”

Oksana sighed. “Well, you know that our city is going to need to be defended, right? We have pretty much no idea what’s out there, but someone has to go get on the Biggest Baby and protect everyone else from it.”

Despite the seriousness of the moment, the two women giggled. It was still hard to believe that was the name of the ship, and not only that, but the name from the special renaming brainstorm committee!

“Anyway, the defense force is going to be called the Chaperones, and they want me on the team. It sounds like some pretty intense stuff, but if that’s how I can help our city, I want to do it.”

A smile spread across Amber’s face. “That’s awesome! Of course they asked you to come help kick ass, bubba. I thought something might be wrong, but that’s great news.” “Yeah, yeah it is,” Oksana replied. Her shoulders softened a little. “I think it’ll be good, not easy but good, I’m just still not used to everything down here so it all feels a little, uncertain, yknow?”

Amber nodded. They sat in silence for a while, eating their danishes. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Amber hopped up to get it, and she opened the door to a gruff man who asked, “Is Kodira here?” She shook her head and said,

“I don’t know what other guppy you’re looking for, but the only two here are me and Oksana.”

However, Kodira slowly got up and came to stand next to Amber.

“No, that’s me. I’m Kodira. Listen, I’ll explain in a minute, but what do you need?” The man had a hurried conversation with her and left as quickly as he came.

“Hey Oksana? You wanna tell me what’s going on, and who the fuck Kodira is?” snapped Amber.

“It’s okay Amber, it’s still just me,” Kodira explained. “Apparently to work for the chaperones they want to change your name to something that honors Koda, yknow, the vestiges whose body is the Biggest Baby. So, Kodira. It’s a little weird, but I think I can get used to it.”

“I would call that more than a little fuckin’ weird!” Amber stomped towards Oksana. “If you wanna go join their cult and be Kodira or whatever, fine. I knew we’d end up doing different things down here, I just didn’t expect this.”

“Hey. Back up,” Oksana commanded. Amber huffed but went to go sit down. “Listen, this is a lot for both of us right now. What they came to tell me is that I gotta leave tomorrow. And I would like this to not be the last conversation we have. So I’m gonna take a nap, and you’re gonna go for a walk, and we’ll talk again later.”

Amber generally hated being told what to do, but she respected her best friend, and silently obliged, heading out the door, down the hall, and away. She found some barrels to punch while Oksana fitfully dozed. Once Amber’s hands hurt (she was strong, but even she had limits) and the water had begun to darken, she walked back to the room. The door was unlocked, so she entered quietly to find Oksana packing her suitcase. As soon as they made eye contact, she set her things down and they approached each other, silently embracing. Oksana was the taller of the two, so Amber’s head nestled on her collarbone. Time slowed to the consistency of molasses, as they created this physical memory. Finally, Amber pulled away, her cheeks wet. Almost whispering, she said, “Well damn, bubba, you know I don’t cry or say sorry but...I’m sorry for calling the Chaperones a cult. I want you to be happy, and if that’s not with me, well, I’m a big girl.” She chuckled and gave a sad smile. Oksana held her hands and squeezed them, and then Amber helped her finish packing. They laid down next to each other, sharing a blanket, for the last time. The next morning, Amber woke up alone again, but she knew Oksana wouldn’t be coming back. The two of them wouldn’t spend another night together for more than 23 years, but neither of them knew that that morning.

#message from mirph #mirph’s manuscripts #(new writing tag bcs trust me. there will be more)#taz fanfic #the adventure zone #taz oksana #oksana kodira #taz kodira #amber gris #oksamber #wlw ship #wlw fanfic

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abbatoirablaze · 2 months

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Fire & Ice, Chapter 1

Word Count: 654

“And in other news, the Fantastic Four, led by Dr. Reed Richards, has saved the city again!” the reporter blathered on over the tv. Johnny’s eyes rolled as he played on his phone. One of the numerous ‘storm sluts,’ as his loving sister had called them, was starting her normal barrage of text messages to him, undoubtedly after seeing the four plastered all over the news.

“Next!”

He barely looked up as he ordered his double shot.

“Five twenty!”

“Are you kidding me?” he scoffed, looking up as he pocketed his phone. But it missed his pocket when he focused on you, “Five twenty for a double shot? What are you doing? Harvesting the beans yourself?”

You looked bewildered by his small outburst, shocked at how his voice had seemed to have risen above the thrum of the busy shop.

“I-I don’t make the prices, sir…” you said slowly, “but if you don’t like the prices, you could always buy the stuff to make it at home. Plus, I’m pretty sure Starbucks charges more so, maybe it’s just me, but you’re being awfully picky about prices.”

“Oh my god, that’s Johnny Storm!”

“You’re Johnny Storm!”

“Let me buy your coffee, Mr. Storm!”

Suddenly, the thrum of people seemed to recognize him, all at once. And normally while he lived for those little moments of extra fame, he found himself slightly annoyed by it.

Why hadn’t you recognized him first?

Why had you chastised his comment instead of falling at his feet?

You were barely looking at him as someone else tossed the cash at you for his drink, and he half-attentively signed some things for the people who wanted it.

“I’m just like all of you!” he said quickly, smiling as he pushed his way through the small crowd of caffeine addicts, “just here for a morning coffee…”

“Double shot!”

His eyes snapped to yours yet again.

You hadn’t called him by his name like you had with everyone else.

“It’s Johnny!”

“You never said anything when I asked for your name! And I don’t have the time to wait while you sign things for your adoring fans,” you replied, passing off the cup and quickly making your way back to the register. He rotated it in his hand, searching for the number which usually accompanied a coffee any time he stopped for some caffeine, but found himself frowning when it was devoid of writing, sans the order.

“Your number?”

“I don’t give out my number to customers! Superhero or not!” you said with a shake of your head. He stood there in his own shock as you continued about your business and fans greeted him with pictures and more things to sign.

Was he losing his touch?

And so, he continued his routine of going to the coffee shop just a few blocks from the Baxter Building over the next few weeks, hoping that you’d change your mind when you saw him. And every day, someone would pay for his coffee, and you wouldn’t use his name. And he’d try anything, everything he could think of to get you to smile.

He’d do little tricks where he’d snap his fingers and light a flame for other baristas to warm their milk for their lattes.

He would offer to instantly roast the coffee beans when you used that as an excuse to get away from him.

But then he noticed something.

One day when Sue had asked that he pick up an iced, blended coffee for her.

You didn’t use the blender to make Sue’s blended drink.

And his jaw dropped when he realized that you were a mutant.

And that you’d handed him the drink, perfectly blended into a slush, by simply shaking it in one of the shakers.

“You-your-“

“I know what I am, double-shot!” you said quickly, handing him the drink for himself, and the drink for Sue, “see you tomorrow…”

Tag List: @designatednewbie, @elbell20-blog, @lohnes16

#fire & ice #fire and ice #marvel #marvel au #johnny storm #fantastic 4 #fantastic four #human torch #the human torch #chris evans characters

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yehsahihai · 2 years

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Requested by @dumdaradumdaradum

y/n walked down the office hallways, balancing two coffee cups in her hands. Parliamentary sessions had begun and as one of the officers who’d been on multiple priority cases she now had to sit and sign and write reports. It was the worst part of the job she mused. She also knew, that there was another officer, suffering as much if not more than her.

ACP Dhruva; The cop who brought down Siddharth Abhimanyu.

And maybe someone she had a tiny crush on. Ok that was a lie. A giant crush on. It wasn’t entirely unwarranted though. The man was smart, kind, occasionally fun and extremely good looking. She sighed, getting out of her head. She could barely look him in the eyes properly, the crush morphing into something more was a far off fantasy. Still didn’t stop her from hoping.

Standing outside his door, she briefly considered going back to her own cabin, the door swinging open as she took a step back. He looked tired, eyes almost closing, shirt partially unbuttoned, hair messy. Damn it, she should have gone back. No one should be able to look that hot while running on maybe an hour of sleep she mused.

“Hi”

“Oh, hi. I didn’t know if you’d still be here.”

He gave a tired laugh, stepping aside to let her in. “Honestly, I’ve spent more time here in the past week than I have at home. I even slept here a few days ago.”

Y/n winced, feeling sorry for him. Placing one cup in front of him, she leaned back into the sofa, saying, “I had to write 15 reports today. And sign another 50.”

Dhruva’s eyes slightly widened at that. He knew she was meticulous, hell he knew most of her habits at work. He’d been attracted to her since the first day they’d met and she’d defeated him in some debate but he’d always pushed it aside.

“You kept track?”

She gave a sleepy nod, taking a small sip of the coffee.

“Adorable” his mind went.

“Shut up”

Y/n looked at him surprised, making him realise he’d said it out loud. Great, the lack of sleep had gotten to him and now he’d embarrassed himself, in front of her of all people.

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“I know. Sorry. I was thinking out loud.”

Y/n shook her head, smiling slightly. “It’s ok. I think we can all be excused for any weird things we do, considering the past week. I honestly think I might need to get a carpal tunnel done after this is over.”

He laughed at that, before responding, “I’m surprised you keep track of your work. I stopped counting after the seventieth file I signed.”

“Ahh of course. Hyderabad’s super cop has to do more work than the rest of us normal people.”

“Shut up”, he replied, despite the smile tugging at his lips. What was it about her that made it so easy to relax around her, he wondered.

“What eth coffee is that, of yours by the way?”

Dhruva looked down at his cup, pondering fo a second and saying, “I think this is my ninth.”

It was y/n’s turn to be surprised, looking at the coffee and then him.

“You know, I honestly think there’s a higher chance of us dying from excess coffee consumption, than anything else.”

Dhruva hummed in agreement, before retorting, “Speak for yourself. Atleast I dilute it with milk and sugar. Haven’t you drunk like 12 cups of solid, black coffee today?”

“You-you keep track of that?”

Dhruva blushed, internally cursing his tired state for making him speak so freely. Realising she’d not drop it until she had an answer he sighed. “Of course I keep track. I’m worried something’s gonna happen to you with the amount of caffeine you consume.”

Y/n was speechless. What did one even say when the object of their affection admitted they cared about them?

Just as Dhruva began to panic, he saw her extending her hand to him. Snapping his head up in surprise he looked at her; softly smiling, eyes asking him to take her hand.

Sliding his hand in hers, he stood up as he asked, “Wha-What are we doing?”

She faced him, lips slightly pursed as she said, “We’re dancing obviously.”

“But there’s no music?”

She let out a small sigh, stepping closer to him as her hands found their place on his shoulders, his subconsciously going to her waist.

“Like I said, I think we can all be excused for the weird things we do, considering the past week.”

He grinned at that, pulling her closer as her hands locked behind his neck. They swayed like that for a few moments, before he asked, “Hey y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“You want to go get ice cream with me?”

She pulled away slightly, immediately making him regret asking.

“Now?”

“Yeah.”

She considered it for a moment, eyebrows furrowing, before she said, “Let’s go find a place that’s still open then.”

He had never been more glad for late nights.

@juhiiiiii @maraudersbitchesassemble @gauri-vishalakshi @lil-stark @rambheem-is-real @seherie @irisesforyoureyes @zaddylokiandthorsimp @bromance-minus-the-b @hissterical-nyaan @ramayantika @phoenix666stuff @iam-siriuslysher-lokid @obsessedtoafault @chaanv @hxnky-pxnky @shawty-writes-a-little @azraelcfdeath @rambheemlove @aasthuu @jeonmahi1864 @thewinchestergirl1208 @budugu @ronnoxandlumoss @rorapostsbl @dumdaradumdaradum @ramcharantitties @fangirlshrewt97 @nerd-reader @burningsheepcrown @rapunzels-stuff @lite-teesko @ma-douce-souffrance @nyotamalfoy @bitchy-bi-trash

#dhruva #rrr #desiblr

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that1fangirrl · 4 months

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Angel-Chapter 1

Training class started how it normally did. Coach Corsi was rambling on about some new technique. Today being, ‘how to drop from any surface and immediately be ready for a battle’. Most students would venture off into pairs, practicing said technique. Unfortunately for students like Jenevieve, whose powers were deemed “useless” in a fight, they were signing their lives away to a new career builder that Dr.Moira thinks will help make mutants seem more “humane to the public eye”. “So, what are you thinking about trying this year Jeni? I heard there’s some openings at that new Morgue down in Manhattan. That's science-y enough for you, right?” Jubilee, one of Jenevieve’s closest friends, asks while opening her bento box and offering up a carrot. “I mean it is, but who wants to spend their entire summer staring into the sweet eyes of death all day? Besides, Charles says I've passed my limit in the science field. Something about wanting me to “branch out and see what else tickles my fancy”. It’s stupid.” She quietly rolls her eyes. “What does that even mean “branching out”? I try new things! He makes me sound like some loser ass turtle.” “You do have a tendency of hiding inside yourself Jeni. You can’t exactly be mad at him for that. It’s his job to look after us as mutants y'know~GASP~ Maybe you could work with me and Ororo at this cute little cafe in Hell’s Kitchen. It’s called “Silk Joy Cafe.” I’ve heard some pretty good reviews and it sounds like a bunch of fun?! Plus, You’ll be with people you know down there.” Jenevieve almost felt bad at how big Jubilee’s eyes had gotten. She wasn’t into the whole “touching people’s food and listening to their depressing lives as they swallowed down their oat milk soy bean lattes with an extra shot of bee pollen”. Having powers that give you a birds eye view into people and random objects’ lives can do that to ya. Although, living an hour away from New Salem and her parents did sound like an absolute dream. Jenevieve propped up her elbow. “ It sounds great, Jubes! Not the bakery part, but maybe I can find a place to intern down there. We can get a nice place close by and I’ll even get free snacks and coffee from you guys. It’s perfect!” Jenevieve gets up and starts making her way to Dr. Moira’s office. “Hey Doc- Oh Hi Professor X! I didn’t know you guys would be in here together.” “Actually Jenevieve, we were just talking about you. You still haven’t picked a place to intern at yet. I was starting to worry. But according to Jubilee, It seems you girls are thinking of traveling to Hell's Kitchen. That sounds quite fun!” Charles starts. “Um, yeah. She was saying there’s a bakery down there that she and Ororo are gonna work at. Do you by any chance know if there’s any available jobs in the area?” “Of course he was listening to our conversation” She says to herself knowing Charles can’t read her mind. “Actually, I was one step ahead of you. There’s a couple of Law Firms down there and I think that would be a perfect place for you.” Jenevieve looks on timidly. “Law… Firms? That doesn’t exactly sound like something I’d be into sir. Um with all do respect, of course. And wouldn’t I have to interact with mean asshole liars all day? That definitely doesn’t sound like somewhere I’d fit in nor want to be.” “I understand your concerns, but I think this would actually be a perfect opportunity for you, dear. A way of getting out of your comfortable little molecular shell that you cage off into. Maybe it’s time you try something new. Most of them aren't that bad anyway. We’ll find you a nice one like always.” Moira butts in trying to make her feel more comfortable. “Well… I guess I could give it a try. I can’t promise that I’ll love it, but it is something different I guess.” “Then it’s settled! We’ll email you all the information you’ll need and I’ll get you girls a nice place in Manhattan. How does that sound, Jenevieve ?” Charles claps his hands together. “ It sounds great. Uh, thanks… again.” She breathlessly laughs, walking out feeling as defeated as ever.

Author's Note: sooo, I wrote this back in like August, so if there are any mistakes, sorry. The formatting might be weird too cause I write everything in google docs first, but it should be fine. Feedback is always encouraged. Just don't be rude, y'know. Enjoy<3

#matt murdock x oc #daredevil x oc #oc #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #angel

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