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greenerteacups · 9 months

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I always felt like JKR was kinda throwing Dramione fans a bone with that line from Ron egging his daughter Rose on to be academic rivals with Scorpius. Like it was her weird way of suggesting there could be this resolution of that potential in the next generation (because she definitely knew it was a popular ship and both hated that and at the same time surely knew why).

i agree! i read the scorpius/rose shiptease as a deliberate wink at fans of draco and hermione, and to ice the cake, ron follows it up with "don't get too friendly with him" and "granddad weasley would never forgive you if you married a pureblood," which — although probably innocuous, ron is just cracking a joke to defuse the tension — is still an interesting choice of joke, from the author's perspective. like, ron could have said anything to change the subject here. i think it's on purpose.

at the time i read it, being a little tween, i thought it was adorable. because frankly, it kind of just is Gen-Z Dramione. rose isn't characterized at all outside of "got your mother's brains," and it's noted explicitly that scorpius "resembled Draco as much as Albus resembled Harry," i.e., very much. so it really is a reskinned version of draco/hermione in all but name. i thought i read somewhere that Rowling was seriously contemplating a romance between rose and scorpius at some point, back when she did the pottermore postcanon stuff. nowadays i'm obviously not so much drawn to it — i mean, They're Eleven, so for me they will eternally live in that mental no-man's-land of "cool concept! get back to me when you're older." and of course, i am also a fan of a ship that would effectively render them siblings, so I can't, like... really get behind it? no matter what, i look at rose/scorpius and think: this is just a version of dramione where the characters are less fleshed-out. its only advantage is that it might conceivably, in some weird vaguely foreshadowed-slash-pottermore way, be kind of canon. and like, i'm not scared of noncanonical ships, buddy. i was born in the crackship. molded by it. i didn't see a ship I liked kiss in canon until i was already a woman, and by then it was nothing to me but fanfic inspiration.

#greenteacup asks #dramione #i do kind of look back on that moment fondly #with amusement. it was like she went #ah #party's ending #might as well give 'em something.

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talesfromsiteredacted · 1 year

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SCP: Special Craft Projects

A list of weird requests I've had for various things on site. Some from staff, some from our residents. And one from a kitten, via his human spokesperson.

035 once asked me to do some calligraphy for him. He wanted a quote in copperplate, bright red ink. The quote? "Have you considered the possibility that it is, in fact, your fault?" To be sent to 079. Request denied on order of O5.

682 once asked me for a hat. Granted, he looked really cute with his yellow bobble hat last winter. Next winter... he gets a matching hat and scarf.

Dr. Gears asked me to do some diagrams for him... for an Indian motorcycle engine. Not my best, but they still hang in the lobby to his office.

Dr. Clef keeps asking me for a lei. Not sure if he's teasing me.

053 has a standing order for cookies once a week, for her tea parties with 682 and 999. Did not know jellybean cookies were a thing, but they are now!

Agent Strelnikof asked me to make some toys for Niko. Wound up making a few, ranging from little hacky sack things filled with cellophane to a catnip banana. The cheese pillow was a hit though, it was a block of swiss with hidden little treat pockets where the holes were. Niko sleeps on it.

Abel asked me for a crochet sheep. With a sword. Wound up creating a weirdly cute Link/sheep mix plushie.

Origami shoes. Just... how? Why? And how much of the wacky lettuce led to this one?

Hand Drawn Cassie once asked me to draw her ice skating. That was fun.

Cain asked me to crochet him a cactus. A six foot tall cactus, with flowers. Still debating on that one.

A Mario chain chomp, with chain.

Another 035 calligraphy request: "Already disturbed, just go away already!" This one I gave into. It's on the outside of his door on days he can't be bothered.

049 requested a couple of signs himself. First, a dual sided plaque with the classic Doctor is in/out, and then... Autopsy in progress, please do not disturb.

Several people have asked me to crochet scarves, hats, toys... but only Leonard "Lenny the Letch" O'Hare would ask me to make him a hooker. Denied. In fact... Clef and I laughed him right out of the boss' office on that one.

A sailboat. Full sized. How?

Two goldfish, real size. Granted, used embroidery floss.

Got asked to draw a few NSFW things of certain anomalies. Denied. First... 076-2 and 073 are my brothers. Iris is my sister. Not biologically, but that is a line I do not cross. Second... not my style. Third... Abel doesn't like you, Karin. At all.

Dr. Iceberg asked me to bake him a pecan pie once. Not all that weird, but Iceberg doesn't really ask for a lot, or often. He said it was almost as good as his mom's. I call that high praise indeed.

Since Clef found out I can cook, I get weekly requests for cheesecake. I'm running out of recipes! Another unexpected hit: lemon cake.

343 asked me to make him a door sign. Nothing fancy, just "Please wipe your feet". Granted.

Geoff, one of our elevator guys, asked me to crochet him a mini Chris Redfield. Gave him a matched set of Redfields, after all can't break up siblings, right?

A Tetris themed afghan, for Agent Markovich. Iris wanted a surprise for his birthday. That was a fun challenge.

Used to muck about making my own dice for RPGs. I had to stop due to getting headaches. That... and the last dice I made, an eyebleeding neon tie dye nightmare set for Dr. Bright. Never. Again.

Dr. Glass asked me for some ink blots, like the psych test ones. He also asked me to do some garden landscapes for him. Both are framed, landscapes in the lobby. The ink blots are at his apartment.

Clown shoes. Nope, I do not think so.

Golf clubs. Not kidding. Had to say no on that one.

A life size version of 999. I'm thinking about it. Maybe as Evie's Yule gift this year.

Origami grenades. How are those even supposed to work, Clef?

A cape. Hey, anything you need, Cactus Man.

A ball gag. Yes, for Dr. Bright. Denied. Just order from Adam & Eve, Dr. Rights! Or... 100 mph tape.

Shotgun cozies. Didn't even know such things existed.

Wizard's hat, blue velvet, with hidden pockets. Eobard, my man... those things never stay on, plus I am not a hatmaker! What's wrong with a hood?

106 asked me for a skeleton once. It's almost done, just gotta assemble Mr. Squishybones. Once I figure out how.

A mini version of 682. Yes, it was for 053, Evie. She sleeps with it.

A voodoo doll of Dr. Gears. Not for pins, though... 166 wanted to hug it, so maybe he'd cheer up a little. Clef thought it was cute, granted. No signs it's working yet though.

Voodoo doll of Dr. Clef. I did make one, but since it was intended for bad purposes... that went to 166 too. Clef has been less edgy since, so maybe it works?

Mikell Bright once asked me to make a few pieces of jewelry for him. Nothing fancy, just a chainmaille bracelet for Claire and a necklace for one of his lady companions. Took me a few weeks, but in the end it was good enough. The damn bracelet was worse, that was supposed to be almost like a bracer. I no longer do chainmaille.

035 asked for a bubblegum pink crochet bikini. Managed to talk him out of it. Dr. Gears thanked me for that. Weird Thursday, but that's the Foundation for you.

A cup of coffee. With googly eyes. Dr. Glass has him on his bookcase in his office, calls him Dr. Java. Cute, but also good for getting younger patients to open up.

And finally... yet another rejected Karin Moritana request: photorealistic nude blanket of Abel. Nope. Nope. Nope. That is a giant nope, and yes... I did make her go see Dr. Glass about her obsession with my brother. Clearly, homegirl needs help.

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit #dr clef #dr gears #dr bright #scp 049 #dr glass #scp 076 2 #scp 105 #hand drawn cassie #scp 682 #scp 166 #scp 035 #what were some of you smoking

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ninou-violette · 1 year

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________ Devotion (11)

John Soap MacTavish x f!reader

Soap's POV :

It is still dark. The sun is just coming up, thin rays of light are coming through the curtains. It is heavy. But it is not a suffocating heaviness. It is pleasant. I still feel sleepy when I finally open my eyes. I haven't slept so well for a long time.

I am not in the dormitory. I'm in a room, not my own. As I stretch my arms out to shake myself out of my torpor, my hand bumps into something. Someone, in fact. And at the sight of her back, it all comes back to me, in a stormy flood of confused feelings. I'm a little surprised, as if stunned. I can't believe that it really happened. It really wasn't foreseeable. I was convinced that she was just a proud little bitch who came to play the commander. But she quickly showed me that I was wrong. She saved me. Twice. And from that moment on, I know that my view of her changed. The way she spoke to the team members, in which I used to hear a certain kind of arrogance, turned out to be melodious and caring. Her smile, which I used to find so annoying, has become warm and charming. In fact, all that annoyance, that irritation I felt towards her quickly turned into an attraction that I was unconsciously trying to suppress.

And repressing all this has only served to bring us to this point. In this bed. In her bed.

I think she's still sleeping. Right next to me, her bare back facing me. I could never have imagined seeing her like this. I could never have imagined her showing herself to me like that. That this attraction was mutual. It was crazy. She drove me crazy. Every detail of her body, every movement, every kiss. I can still feel her skin against mine. And right now she's beside me.

I can see her back. And only now I notice this scar. We spent the night together but I only see it now. A huge, pink scar that stretches across most of her back. I can't help but follow the path of this wound with my fingertip. A main line, the largest part of the scar, running parallel to the hollow of her spine, is veined with three other thinner scars. It almost looks as if it has been drawn with a knife. This image makes me shudder.

Where does this scar come from? Did someone do it to her? Or was it an accident?

I know nothing about her.

I can hear her growling as she turns slowly. She is waking up. She is facing me now. Buried in the sheet, she gently rubs her eyes. This image makes me smile. Only I can see her like this.

"Hey" I say softly.

"hey" she says in a whisper.

And now what? Suddenly I feel embarrassed, caught off guard. I'm not sure how to act... But she comes up to me and rests her head on my chest, wrapping her arms around my torso. There's nothing to say right now. That's fine.

I too put my arms around her body, my hand caressing her back. I rest my head on top of hers and from here I can smell her shampoo.

"Coconut?"

She lifts her head slowly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and a small smile on her lips.

"What? Really, you have a funny habit of throwing such random words at me!" she says, laughing.

"You're right, sorry!" I replied, laughing." I meant, your shampoo, it's coconut right?"

"Yes, coconut and almond," she replied, smiling at me. "Why, don't you like it?"

"Oh yes, I love it. You smell really good, you know. From the very first days I realised it. A real cake. To be eaten."

Her smile spreads across her face. She quickly buries her head on my chest before raising it.

"What a flirt."

Then she places her lips on mine. Again. I feel electrified, like yesterday. My arms tighten around her, bringing us a little closer. Then she pulls back slowly, still smiling, still glowing. Her beautiful laughing eyes warm me and hypnotize me.

"You know, I was sure you were interested in Alejandro. You're always so happy and smiling around him. So when you approached me yesterday… Well, I was pleasantly surprised, you know…

"Alejandro?!" she exclaimed.

"Oh Johnny! You have no idea! Alejandro and I are close because speaking Spanish with him reminded me a lot of my youth and... it made me happy. Reconnecting with my old self I mean. But you..." she stops talking, her gaze hanging on mine, dreamy.

Me?" I answered smiling, curious.

"You... I... For the first time in a long, long time I felt attracted to someone. To you, John. But that's okay. Since you didn't like me, it took me a long time to realize it!" She laughed.

"I had some bad ideas about you, it's true. I'm sorry. But to be honest, I quickly realized that I was attracted to you too. And here we are. "

"Yes, here we are. "

We were smiling like idiots. Our naked skins stuck together in our embrace. We were still under the comforter, the day was dawning and we were the only ones existing in our bubble. I would run my fingers through her hair and she would trace each of my scars with her finger. Our eyes and our hands discovered our bodies again, but this time in a pleasant calm. The silence was soft and made this new physical discovery romantic.

"You are so beautiful, John. A true god."

I felt myself blushing immediately. Being complimented like this was out of the ordinary for me.

"You're the goddess, [y/n]."

She smiled tenderly at me and we kissed. I like that. These moments that we had together. I love her smile. I love feeling her skin on mine. I love feeling her hands on my face, her lips on mine, my name in her mouth. I could stay glued to her lips for hours.

"Captain [y/ln]? Is everything all right? Breakfast is served downstairs."

Captain Price's voice and the knock on the door brought us out of our enchanted interlude. We gasped. She pulled herself out of bed with a small "shit!" before dressing in the first clothes that appeared under her field of vision. Despite the awkward situation we were in, I couldn't help but cast my eager gaze over her naked body as she hurriedly dressed in panic.

"I-I'm coming, Captain! Thank you, everything is fine!" she stammered.

"Ah very good! Tell me, did you by any chance see Captain MacTavish yesterday? He wasn't at the dormitory this morning."

Shit. It was my turn to panic. I got up and dressed quickly, trying to pick up the clothes I had haphazardly thrown away last night. Shit, my shirt was missing.

"Ah! Mactavish you say? Uh... I think he went out for a walk this morning. Not sure..."

She gave me a hesitant look, eyes wide, praying that her answer would ring true to our captain's ears.

"Well. No worries. I'll be in the dining hall."

And finally we heard footsteps walking away. [y/n] sighed loudly, obviously relaxed. Then we started to laugh. What a scare! She approached me, putting her arms around my neck, to which my arms responded by wrapping around her waist.

She kissed me tenderly. I liked that.

"[y/n]? I whispered between kisses.

"Hmm? She answered me, with her eyes closed, savoring this moment as I did.

"I think I lost my shirt…"

#cod mw #john soap mactavish x reader #military #reader insert #slow burn #soap x reader #x reader #cod #f!reader #captain john price #kisses #morning #bed #johnny mactavish #cod fanfic

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words-4u · 2 years

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Hi there,

Can you make a Lewis one where you are Toto’s little girl (like not his daughter but he sees you as one, and works for merc) and dating with Lewis. You found out you’re pregnant 🤰🏽 and just as Lewis is proposing… idk if it makes much sense, sorry my English

Thanks, love 💕💕

formula 1 masterlist

lewis hamilton x fem!reader

you started at the mercedes amg f1 team in 2017 as a pr intern

the position was supposed to last 3 months but they kept extending your contract race after race and before you knew it you were with them for the whole season

toto was the one to sit you down and talk to you about how well you were doing and how you fit right into the merc fam the very next day, he had papers drawn up and offered you a permanent position which you happily accepted

everyone on the team was happy you were staying on and sebastian vettel even got you a cake to celebrate

the new role you were assigned was lewis hamiltons' pr "media" person

your job consisted of being that person who tells the driver, in your case lewis, important info before talking to the media: who's whom, what can and can't be discussed during press talk and you're also responsible to record everything they say if they ever get misquoted by the media

your day started and ended with lewis and you couldn't complain because you two got on like a house on fire and everyone was starting to notice including your sweetly overprotective boss, toto

three months into your new job, lewis dropped you off at your hotel at the end of a successful race day and had asked you on a date

there was a bit of hesitation on your part because you work so closely together and you didn't want to ruin it but lewis assured you that if things didn't work out, which he was sure that things would, he would keep it 100% professional

upon hearing that you agreed to the first date and the second and the third

toto found out when you were messaging about each other's plans for the week off and you absentmindedly included that you were travelling with lewis to london to meet his family for the first time

toto called you immediately demanding to know why you were meeting lewis's family and seeing as he is such an important figure in your life, you told him everything

toto has been protective of you since you were a baby intern so you expected him to have some reservations but you were adamant that what you felt for lewis was real and vice versa

4 years later...

for the past three days, you've woken up super sick and had thrown up multiple times

when you told your best friend about it she suggested you take a pregnancy test

you waited until lewis left for the hungarian grand prix to buy and take the test. you didn't want to tell him anything at the moment because a) it would seriously distract him and b) you didn't want to give him false hope

the second you saw the two lines on the stick, you squealed. it was really happening! you were gonna start a family with the love of your life.

unbeknownst to you, lewis was already planning to make you his family. before leaving for the hgp, out of respect he asked your dad for your hand in marriage and then he asked your work dad aka toto wolff.

toto was overjoyed. he couldn't imagine a better person for you than lewis.

"besides joining mercedes, i think this is the best decision you've ever made," toto joked but quickly got serious. "but you know how much y/n means to me so don't fuck it up..."

lewis laughed, "man, we've already been together 4 years. i think i know what i'm doing."

"well, it doesn't hurt to remind you," his boss said clapping a hand on his shoulder before walking away.

after lewis returned from the grand prix, he had angela set up a dinner with friends and family. he told you it was because he hadn't seen them in a while (which was true) but he was also planning to propose that night.

the dinner party was going great. drinks were flowing (not for you, unfortunately), and several different conversations were held by your guests mingling.

you were invested in a conversation with your best friends about your pregnancy with lewis when everyone fell quiet, the room went dark and fairy lights went on.

in your confusion, you turned around and caught the sight of lewis down on one knee with a small velvet box in one hand.

you clasped a hand against your mouth in shock.

"i'm gonna be honest, the day toto introduced you to me, i knew i was screwed because you, y/n y/l/n, have consumed my every thought since. we quickly became friends and now you are my best friend. my shoulder to lean on, the one person i know i can count on; you’re the love of my life, you’re my one and only, you’re my everything. i wake up thinking about you and i sleep dreaming of you. there is no one on earth better for me than you and nothing would make me happier than being yours forever. so y/n, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?"

there was no way to stop the tears from flowing down your face no matter how hard you tried. "oh my god, lewis. absolutely... i can't think of anything i want more than to be your wife."

lewis slid the most beautiful rock you have ever seen on your finger before standing up. he held you and buried his face in your neck breathing you in. "i'm so happy right now. i honestly can't imagine my life without you, y/n/n."

"without us..." you whispered hoping he would get the hint and when you felt his body stiffen under your touch, you knew he did.

"no..." he said in utter disbelief.

your tears were back in full force and all you could do was nod your head excitedly. "i found out a couple days ago and i've been waiting to tell you i'm s–"

your sentence was cut short as lewis held your head and crashed his lips into yours. not only had you just agreed to marry him but you were carrying his child. your child. a creation of the love between you.

lewis pulled away and yelled to the room. "not only has this woman given me the honour of being my wife but she's now given me the greatest gift ever. one i've always wanted; the gift of fatherhood," he placed a hand over your stomach.

the room erupted in cheers. most of the women in the room including your mom, your best friends, susie, angela and lewis' mom were brought to tears by your news.

congratulations and hugs were passed around and lewis didn't leave your side the entire night after that.

#formula one imagine #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula one #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagines #lewis hamilton x reader #toto wolff x reader #lewis hamilton f1 #lewis hamilton one shot #f1 blurb

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petitemingi · 3 years

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─ ੈ༊ your customer is: yeosang

peach iced tea + cake pops

a short break was all you needed, actually.

outside, you could've fried an egg on the pavement for how hot it had gotten to be

walking into the cafe, however, provided a nice cool breeze from the air conditioning, mixing with the scent of iced drinks and bonfires from outside.

you'd been working for just over two hours, so having a tiny break was beneficial for watching an episode of your favourite series.

"I swear to Jesus that if that air conditioning goes off, I'm quitting"

"you can't quit, who'll talk to me? don't leave me!"

you'd jokingly punch Seonghwa's arm as he laughed an exhausted laugh, and began walking back to his shift on the tills.

its then that another customer walks in, and with heat being... well... hot duh he'd walk in with a mini fan sending a light breeze over his face.

He'd see you sitting on your phone, a cold drink between your arms while you sip at it from a straw.

it's there as he stands in the door frame that he ponders on whether or not he should say hi.

it wouldn't take long for him to find himself wandering over to your table, sitting in the empty chair opposite you, looking at you with puppy eyes.

confusion would be natural

"uhm... can i help you?"

you'd sit upright, the customer opposite doing the same, only he looked as if he'd snapped out of some trance

"i- uh... sorry it's just... well I..."

he stumbled over his words, now fumbling with the mini fan in his lap as he tries to save himself

"s-sorry, you're just really pretty... can i ask you which drink that is?"

he'd shyly point at your drink, causing you to look down at it between your arms

"a peach ice tea?"

"ah, thank you... I'll be right back"

and sure enough, this customer walked up to the till, ordering his own glass of peach ice tea

it's as he's fumbling around looking for his money that Seonghwa looks over the till, exchanging a look if concern for you, mouthing

'do you want me to call you over?'

to which you'd nod, now too shooting back a look of concern

the customer, however, had finally gathered his money and collected his peach ice tea, making his way back to the table

and thank god Seonghwa was there to help you out if this situation

"ya, ____! break time's over, this cafe doesn't run itself!"

sounds harsh, yeah, but what a relief

sounds harsh again, but that customer seemed a little creepy at first glance - getting out of there seemed reasonable

"take the rest of your break here, you can continue in ten minutes"

"thanks hwa"

but by the time you'd finished your break, the random customer had gone

that didn't stop him from coming back the next day though, only this time a little later and with a sketch pad

Seonghwa took your shift on the till for this order, and served the customer an iced coffee - just until he went to sit down again

this happened various times throughout the week, and it began getting even weirder

a few days later, though, he didn't show up

20:00

21:00

00:00

even hongjoong came and went, and still, no show of the strange customer

the day after the no-show, he turned up again at 21:05, holding that sketchbook again.

it's on that day that you decided to confront him, despite Seonghwa's disagreement to it.

the conversation would have been as follows:

"excuse me?"

"oh, hi there! ___, was it?"

"y-yeah"

you'd look back to the till, where Seonghwa observed the situation with cold eyes, ready to march over at any point

"listen, I don't wanna offend you or anything but... what you're doing is kinda creepy"

"sitting and drawing?"

"i-i meant the first day you came here, you came and sat at my table unannounced while I was on my break?"

at this, the customer's ears turned red, slightly folding the corner to the picture he was currently drawing

he too looked over at the till to where Seonghwa stood, a gasp escaping his lips as he saw him watching you

"your boss is scary..."

but then you began snickering

"w-what?"

"Seonghwa? he's not scary, he likes to think he is, but he's a cute li'l baby"

"o-oh so you're dating?"

"woah there bud, I never said anything about dating, watch what you say"

"s-sorry"

that's when you saw the drawing on the page the customer had his sketchbook open to

"hey... is that-"

he slammed the sketchbook closed in panic, his ears turning a brighter red

"n-no... I mean no. it's uh..."

"it's me"

you took a seat opposite him, swiping up the sketchbook and opening it to find quite a few drawings of you, all drawn in wonderful monotone detail

he'd gotten your eyes, your nose, your lips the perfect size, he'd managed to draw your ears the right shape, not forgetting your hair or your eyebrows

there was another one! this time, you were smiling at a customer, serving them a beverage in a take away cup

he hadn't missed the detailing of the till, not even the label on the coffee cup

all of it was beautiful

"how did you? this is so realistic..."

turning the page revealed another drawing

it was an image of you, sitting with your glass of peach tea while on your phone

"this is from that first day..."

"y-yeah"

"and you drew all of this by yourself?"

he nodded again, his head sinking into his shoulders, as if to hide the embarrassment

seeing this, however, Seonghwa decided to investigate the scene happening in front of him

"hwa! look at these! aren't they beautiful?"

and soon enough, Seonghwa too began gasping in awe at the drawings

"well, young Mr Kang, I suppose we both owe you an apology"

"an apology? for what?"

Mr Kang must've been part if his name, you thought, but giving him a name seemed to make everything a lot less... suspicious?

"weeeell... i-i thought you were kinda creepy and tried to avoid you every time you came into the cafe"

"and I was involved in that too"

"so we'd both like to apologise to you..?"

"Yeosang, Kang Yeosang"

"Yeosang"

Yeosang looked up at you with a shy smile on his face

maybe all of this could've been avoided if he'd just asked to sit with you that first day

it was something that made him laugh, now that he looked back in it

"well, I'd best get back to the till then, coffee doesn't make itself"

Seonghwa stood up and and walked back to continue his shift, a line of impatient customers now waiting for their evening beverages

and you and Yeosang sat watching him, laughing at how he was being scolded by the customer first in line

it's only after a few minutes that Yeosang stands up, and walks towards the till, ordering something from Seonghwa

it'd take a few minutes, but sure enough, he'd be back with two glasses of peach tea along with two cake pops, engaging in a conversation, which was quite unusual for Yeosang

but he'd make an exception for the pretty person sat with the peach tea between their arms >-<

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shimmeringclouds · 3 years

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♔ | 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

»»-----　♔　-----««

The taxi came to a slow and steady halt, the rumble of its engine dying down as the keys were removed.

"Here we go.." Ozo muttered to himself, removing his seatbelt. He quickly left the car, leaving you to start opening your own door until he opened it himself, extending a hand down to you with a grin.

"Allow me," his chivalrous act didn't fail to make you smile again. You slipped your hand into his, realising just how small yours were compared to his larger palms. He wrapped his fingers around yours firmly, tugging you up and out of your seat. You stumbled slightly as you stood, but Ozo was quick to wrap his other arm around your waist, pulling you against his broad chest so you wouldn't fall. Your eyes met, wide and flustered. There was a tense silence between you both for a split second before you nervously laughed, being the first to pull away.

"Uhm.. thank you.." you looked down at your shoes.

"It's nothing.." he rubbed the back of his neck, turning away and heading towards a nearby building. "The cafe's just over here."

You nodded silently, following along behind him, hands latching onto the strap of your bag. You walked up to an average sized building, the front of which was simply lined with small bushes and a set of chairs and tables for outside seating. Above the opened doorway was a wooden sign, white letters written across it spelling:

'Cafe New York'

"Has your brother been to New York before?" You asked as you walked through the door behind Ozo.

"Nope," he grinned. "The cafe's just named after Iriabi. It's a play on words." He looked back at your confused face before laughing. "Hey, you're a smart girl! You'll figure it out, easy!"

"You have too much confidence in me.." you shook your head with a smile. Stepping into the cafe, you were hit instantly with the smell of sweet coffee and sugared pastries. Your eyes were immediately drawn to the vast display case by the till, lined with cakes, cookies and other delicious delights that made your mouth water.

Ozo walked over to the front, leaning against it as he peered about the empty cafe.

"Oi! Takashi! Where are you?" He called. "Your favourite big brother's here to visit you!" You giggled as he looked back at you with a joking smile. You heard a muffled voice call from somewhere in the back, past a closed door.

"Wait a minute!" There was a set of footsteps approaching the door before it swung open, revealing a man similar looking to Ozo and his brothers, busy frowning down at something on his phone. His hair was shorter than Ozo's, though it was mostly covered by the black fedora he wore. He wore a pink V-neck T-shirt, a beige apron on top, with a brown beaded necklace on his neck and a similar bracelet hanging from his wrist.

He shut the door behind him, finally placing his phone down on the counter with a roll of his eyes before looking up. He ignored his brother, his eyes landing straight onto you as he gave you a cutely curved smile.

"Well, hello!" His voice was dripping with honey. "I don't think I've seen your face around here before!" He rested his chin on his hand, leaning forward.

"I just arrived here yesterday from the city!" you admitted, closing your eyes with a smile.

"Uh, hello!" Ozo glared at his brother. "I'm here, too!"

"I literally saw you yesterday. You're not important." Takashi flatly told him, not even sparing a look his way as a smile came back into his lips. You felt a stab of pain from the coldness of his words, watching as Ozo froze, mouth flailing open and closed as he clutched a hand over his heart.

"I'm Momose Takashi!" The man continued, holding a hand out to you. "What's your name?"

"..Uh, it's [L/N] [Y/N].." you stared slowly, shaking his hand (and taking note of how incredibly soft it was) before placing it back by your side. Then something clicked. "Wait.. Do you all have different second names?"

"Oh no.. You've met those idiots?" Toshio groaned, coming to terms that his opportunity to make a lady friend was promptly thrown out the window before he even got a chance.

"No, not all of you. I've met Chorosuke and Jyushimatsu, though." You clarified.

"What d'ya mean, 'those idiots?!'" Ozo suddenly cried.

"You know exactly what I mean, idiot," Takashi hissed, turning back to you. "As for the name thing... It's kinda complicated. You really don't wanna know."

You frowned slightly as the quick dismissal, but you also knew better than to pry, so you left it there. Instead, you gestured over to the display case.

"Did you make all these? They look amazing!" You praised. Takashi blushed, rubbing the back of his head, gladly taking all your kind words.

"Aha, yup! My dad taught me how to make all these!"

Ozo grinned devilishly, sidling up to your side as covering his mouth in a mock whisper, his voice still loud enough for Takashi to hear.

"He says that, but really, everything here is just from the sto-"

"WOULD YOU like to try some?" Takashi cut him off, slamming a box of assorted desserts onto the counter, his smile tense and shaky. "Since you're new here, I'll let you have these, on the house!"

"Really? Are you sure? I can pay for them!" Your hands flew to your bag, but Takashi stopped you.

"No, really! You can try as many as you'd like! I can't force myself to allow such a nice girl to pay for everything when she just got here," he winked. You blushed, thanking him kindly as he gestured for you to take a seat anywhere you'd like. "I'll make us some coffee while you get comfortable."

"What about me?!" Ozo's complaint went unheard as the back door slammed shut. He grumbled, dragging a chair out and plopping himself down beside you. Feeling bad for him, you turned the box towards him with a small smile.

"You can have some, too. I don't mind."

"[Y/N], you're the best!" He exclaimed, swiftly taking a frosted cupcake and taking a large bite, humming at the taste. You took a bite out of your own cupcake, eyes widening at the sweet taste of chocolate hitting your tongue.

"Wow, this is really good!" You spoke after swallowing a bite, licking your lips. Ozo agreed, sighing when he finished, licking the frosting off of his thumb. Looking over to him, you giggled, finding a touch of frosting on his cheek and around his mouth.

"Ozo, you got a little something here," you pointed to your own cheek, watching amusedly as he attempted to wipe it off, missing entirely.

"Did I get it?"

"No— here," you laughed, grabbing a tissue from the table and leaning forward, removing the frosting yourself. Focused on your task, you didn't realise how close you had gotten to his face until you looked up, finding yourself mere inches away from his lips. His face was tinted as red as your own, praying that you wouldn't be able to hear how fast his heart was pounding in his chest. His hands twitched, wanting to instinctively hold onto you, but he clenched them into fists on his lap instead.

"...I got it.." you breathed. A part of you didn't want to move away just yet, so you stayed there, close to him, revelling in the warmth he seemed to constantly give off. After a moment, Ozo's blown eyes relaxed back into their lazy look, finally bringing his hand up to your face.

"You've got some too, y'know.." his tone matching yours, breathless and hazy. He swiped his thumb over your bottom lip, the feeling sending a jolt of electricity up your spine, catching the bit of icing before bringing his thumb to his own mouth and licking it off. You stared, flushed and dizzy, unable to break away.

What was this? You had only just met, and you felt like your high-school self all over again. As if you were head-over-heels for him already, right? That would be ridiculous...

So why were you leaning in closer?

His breath fanned over your cheek, his hand resting itself on your waist, pulling you closer. You clutched tightly onto the front of his shirt, fluttering your eyes closed, the tingle of his lips just oh-so close to your own making you heat up considerably, and—

"I've got the coffee!"

You fell back into your seat with a jump, directing your body to face entirely away from the other two in the room. You were sure you looked akin to a tomato, and you hoped that Takashi hadn't just seen that..!

"Uh, are you two.. okay?" He asked after an awkward moment, observing your withdrawn form and Ozo's frigid look. His face was practically steaming. "Is it that hot in here? I guess I can turn the AC on.."

Takashi placed the coffee down on the table, and upon closer inspection of his brother, he paled. He struggled to contain his scream of despair as he suddenly latched a death-grip onto Ozo's arm, dragging him away.

"I-I'm sorry, [Y/N], but can you wait there a second? I need to have a little chat with my brother, haha.." he didn't wait for an answer, pulling a stuttering Ozo behind him and slamming the back door for the second time.

"What the fuck did you do?!" Takashi whispered hotly once they were out of earshot, his face morphed into horror and absolute anger. Ozo blinked, his mind still reeling after what had just happened.

"W-What? What happened? Nothing happened, why?" His voice was trembling, but he kept up the act. Takashi wasn't convinced though, ready to punch his brother in the guts.

"I'm seriously gonna kill you in a minute!" He grabbed Ozo's shoulder tightly. "If nothing's happened, then why the fuck have you popped a boner, you bastard?!"

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