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revengeghoulette · 12 days

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Matcha Latte w/ Rose

Part 1: The Meet Cute, Barista Swiss x Professor Mountain

I’ve had this idea written down since February, because a friend made me a matcha latte with oat milk and a splash of rose and I was like yup this is definitely Them. I also definitely did not describe my dream of owning a book & coffee shop.

No mentions of matcha this part, but definitely next part.

@divine-misfortune bc i really enjoyed your tags :) @obsidianghoul, @gottagho-st @foxybouquet @rainsbasspick @hypnoneghoul bc Swissalps

Slightly edited, might go back in and edit some more

Swiss works at a quiet little bookstore and coffee shop owned by an elderly couple. They’ve been training him to take over the business since they're too old to be doing this sort of thing, and want to leave it to a local who will take care of their business. He’s always wanted to be a businessman and run a little local shop. A safe space for all the so-called weirdos in the community, especially the college kids trying to figure out who they are. Fresh baked goodies round the clock, fresh coffee, a bookstore with an upstairs quiet area for studying with sleeping pods in case anyone needs a place for the night, or just needs a nap.

Once he officially became the owner, he changed its name to Rosy Crown Bookshop and Cafe. He hired a few teens, a handful of part-time college kids, and his friends Mist and Sunny, who help run the bookshop side of things and do other management stuff.

Swiss enjoys working as a barista and running the cafe. He enjoys seeing all the new faces at the start of the semester, but mostly, he enjoys the fact that his coffee shop is the go-to study place. He also hosts study sessions, trivia nights, and other little destressors for students. During midterms and finals, the cafe would be open 24/7 for those procrastinators and extreme studiers. Mist, Sunny and Swiss don’t mind staying open for them and working long hours.

The start of a new semester was around the corner. New faces were slowly starting to roll in, exploring the bookshop, trying the seasonal drinks, and a few asking for employment. Many nervous freshmen calm down after chatting with Swiss, knowing they have a safe space to come to for studying.

Swiss was finishing opening the coffee shop when he walked in. He’s tall, slender, wears glasses, tousled reddish brown hair that matches the autumnal leaves outside. Swiss was taken aback by this beautiful man… wait no. Ghoul? There’s a certain scent to him. He was too distracted to notice that he was ringing the bell for assistance. Snapping out of it, Swiss walks behind the counter to take his order.

“Hi, welco-” Swiss starts, but never finished.

The man looks up the menu, only to say “12 oz drip coffee.”

Swiss is shocked at the man’s abruptness, “oh sure, name?”

“Mmmm…ark. Mark,” the hottie answers with some hesitation.

Swiss smiles because it reminds him of those customers that like to make up names for their orders like Obi Wan or Rapunzel, “Mark?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, ca-can we rush this? I’m late for my first day,” the ghoul man stammers out

“You got it!”

Swiss turns around to fill a cup with drip coffee. Before handing the cup over, he scribbled out a little message on the sleeve, “Good luck”

“Here you go, on the house,” Swiss slides the coffee across the counter.

“No, I have to pay,” he insists, fishing for his wallet in his messenger bag.

“Mark, I’m serious. It’s on the house. Now go before you're even more late,” Swiss shoos him away playfully.

The day goes on smoothly, but Swiss couldn’t get Mark’s smile out of his mind.

“Whatcha doin’ there Swissypoo,” Mist pokes Swiss while he’s staring off into the distance as she wraps her apron around her waist.

“Huh? Oh, nothing,” Swiss tries to play it off. Mist chuckles because she doesn’t believe him, but won’t push it.

The entrance bells ring announcing the arrival of a customer. Swiss stands up a little taller, and dusts off his apron. Mist looks between the customer and Swiss. There’s something there, so she hangs back, refilling the caramel sauce squeeze bottle, watching them interact.

“Hi, welcome back,” Swiss smiles at the man.

The man in front of him looks almost embarrassed, apologetic, “Hi, I’m- uh, sorry about um earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it, I understand,” he brushes him off.

“I’ve felt bad all day so I thought I’d come and buy a little celebratory pastry,” the stranger flashes him a smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling a little bit.

“How did today go?”

“It was actually pretty good, thank you. Can I get a slice of the carrot cake please. Can you make it to go?”

“Absolutely,” Swiss grabs the slice and places it on a box, scribbling ‘For surviving the day’ on the lid before handing to him, “Here you are.”

“Thank you! I’m Mark, by the way. I know I told you earlier, but I wanted to properly introduce myself.”

“Nice to meet you, Mark. My friends call me Swiss.” Swiss extends his hand for a hand shake and Mark meets his hand, static shocking both of them.

Mist was right, there was something there. She was definitely going to question Swiss once this guy leaves.

“What the fuck was that?” Mist pushes Swiss to the back of the house, slapping his arm.

Laughing, Swiss pushes Mist away by pushing her forehead, “What do you mean?”

“Dude, sparks were literally flying. C’mon spill.”

“Nope! My shift is over, BYE!”

With that, Swiss takes off his apron, and leaves the shop. Mist is flabbergasted by what just happened.

Mark came in every morning that week to get coffee before jetting off to work. Everyday Swiss would write a little something on the sleeve of the coffee cup, or on the napkin with his pastry. Mark has never mentioned them, but Swiss is hopeful he saw them.

It’s Saturday, and he’s not expecting to see Mark, but it’s a nice surprise to see him walk in and take a seat at one of the corner tables. After setting his bag down, he walks up to the counter.

“Hi,” he whispers.

“Well, hello stranger. Can I get you your usual?” Swiss asks as he’s about to turn around.

“No, actually. I was wondering if you could make me your favorite drink. I don't usually drink like those fancy coffee drinks, but my TA was giving me shit for always drinking the same thing, so I wanted to explore different caffeinated drinks, I guess, and I didn’t know where to go, so I figured since we kind of have a rapport I could ask you. Oh my goodness, I'm rambling, I'm sorry!”

Swiss smiles kindly at him, chuckles a bit. “TA? Are you a teacher?”

“I’m a professor at the local university,” Mark explains.

“Emeritus Tech? I graduated from there! But yes, why don’t you go sit down, and I'll make you something”

Mark takes a seat and pulls out his laptop and a book. Swiss returns with a latte.

“This here is a vanilla latte. Everyone says ‘it's basic,’ but it’s a good beginner coffee drink if you’re just starting to explore the coffee world. You can change the flavoring and the type of milks used. It’s vanilla flavoring, a shot of espresso, and milk with some foam on top,” Mountain lifts an eyebrow at the design on top, “It’s a swan,” Swiss answers his unspoken question, flashing him a smile, “I used oat milk because I find that it gives it a creamier, slightly thicker consistency. Enjoy. I’ll make my rounds.”

Swiss leaves Mark to his own devices, but he watches him from behind the bar. Mark takes a cautious sip from the mug, closing his eyes and savoring the taste. He didn’t know coffee could taste so good. He just stuck to drip, because he was too scared to order or make different drinks.

As the afternoon crowd slowly started to leave, Swiss began cleaning around, organizing shelves and restocking books and coffee supplies. Mark’s eyes would often wander to Swiss. He’d catch him dancing, humming to himself, reading the summaries of books before shelving them. Mark was entranced by Swiss’ silly little shenanigans.

Mark stayed late to finish his lesson plans. Swiss occasionally brings him water, or a sweet treat against Mark’s wishes, but he still eats them. Mark wraps up his plans, grabs his things and leaves, waving goodbye to Swiss.

Swiss switches off the open sign after staying open an extra hour just for him. He grabs a rag and a bin to clean off the table Mark was sitting at when he finds something scribbled out on a napkin.

“Thank you for all the notes on my coffee and pastries. Call me -M” with his number written below.

A giant smile forms on his face, he looks at the note again because he doesn’t believe it real. He’s so happy and excited that his tail unglamours and wags with happiness.

From across the street, Mark watches as Swiss’ tail wags, admiring the dimples on his face. He’s so beautiful, Mark thinks.

Swiss finishes closing duties and gives Mark a call after locking the door, to keep him company while he walks home.

“Hello?” a groggy voice answers

“It’s Swiss, sorry is this too late? I can call at a different time.” Swiss starts to panic, scared he woke him up.

“No, no. It’s okay. I was just dozing off on the couch. I- I, thanks for calling, I-” Mark breaks out into a quiet giggle, “Oh this is dumb, but I wanted to hear your voice,” Swiss blushes hearing Mark say that, “Oh, also, you have a cute tail.”

“Wait. You saw that?!” Swiss is shocked. He thought he was alone, or at least, didn't think anyone would be paying attention to him.

“Sure did, and my name's Mountain, not Mark, and I also have a tail.”

Swiss is relieved by the confirmation that he’s also a ghoul.

“Mountain… I like it. It suits you.”

They talk as Swiss makes his way home, and late into the night, way beyond their bedtimes, and fall asleep on the call.

After that phone call, Mountain went to the coffee shop every day before and after work. He’d sit in his usual spot and do some grading, or read a book while waiting for Swiss to get off work.

Mountain’s become a regular, and the employees start to recognize him and his order, as well as some of his students. The coffee shop has become a secondary office where students stop by just to ask him clarifying questions, or sometimes they’ll set up a meeting to discuss larger topics.

He’s met Sunny and Mist during the shift overlap, and they sometimes sit with him to keep him company when work is slow. They all know they’re ghouls living amongst humans.

Sunny loves to discuss books. Keeps him updated on the latest book releases and also customer drama. Mountain is a big time consumer of customer drama. In return, he gossips about his students.

They’ve also discussed hosting some sort of reading or book program in collaboration with the bookshop. Talks about hosting Q&A’s with a variety of subjects have come up.

On a quiet Friday night, when Swiss’ shift ends, Mountain walks him to his apartment as per the routine now. Once at the entrance, Swiss turns to him and meets his eyes.

“I want to ask you something,” Swiss starts. Mountain waits for him to continue

“Would you, maybe, want to go out with me?”

Mount eagerly smiles and nods, “I’ve been waiting for you to ask, and if you didn’t do it this weekend, I was going to ask. Yes, Swiss, I’d love to go out with you.”

“Would you wanna come in? Stay the night perhaps? We can watch a movie, and have some frozen pizza? Neither of us have work tomorrow, and we can sleep in?”

“I-” Mountain starts, but is met with Swiss’ puppy eyes, “I can stay, yes.”

Swiss sighs in relief, grabbing hold of Mountain's hand, guiding him inside the building while rambling on about tonight's plans. Mountain laughs, squeezing Swiss hand a little tighter, sending a little thank you to whatever god made this happen.

Part 2: The Date... coming soon.

#swissalps #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #coffee shop au #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost band #nameless ghouls #mist ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #revenge works

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notyour-valentine · 2 years

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Valentine's Writings ~ Tommy Shelby Masterlist

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Go tell the English (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst) - completed

Tommy leaves the field hospital in France with nothing but a trinket and memories of the woman who had given it to him

The Boy in the Window (Tommy Shelby x Reader Series) - completed

(Y/N) thinks the boy her daughter sees in the window of the neighbouring house is nothing but a childish fantasy, after all, no one has lived there for years, but when she brings that boy to lunch, she realises that he is in fact very real, rather hungry and quite cold and above all- the son of none other than the infamous Tommy Shelby

Welcome to Downton, Mr Shelby (Tommy Shelby x Crawley!OC Series; Peaky Blinders/Downton Abbey crossover) - in progress

Their births, their families, their lives - their whole worlds could not have been more different, and perhaps that was why, when Thomas Shelby looked at Lady Charlotte Crawley, he saw more than her title, more than her looks- he saw an opportunity.

One Shots

Aboard (Tommy Shelby & Reader Angst)

During one of his house parties, Tommy stumbles upon someone who might know more of the world than he thinks, at least about the world he does not understand

An Understanding (Dad!Tommy Shelby fluff)

As an experienced businessman, Tommy knows that before long an understanding will be reached, even with the toughest of negotiators

Aristos Achaion (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst/Fluff)

Tommy becomes intrigued with a scholar at the library Ada works at, even if he doesn’t know why, even if he sees no point in her work- that is, until he does

A better man (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst/Fluff)

In anger, a young Tommy repeats the rhetoric he has heard at home too many times and immediately regrets it - or: the day Tommy decided to break the cycle.

A Christmas Journey (Tommy Shelby & Reader Fluff)

A Journey back from London in the Christmas Season with his secretary doesn't go as planned

A good man (Tommy Shelby & daughter!Reader Angst)

Tommy's daughter comes home drunk and upset from a night out. Tommy is more than happy to comfort her, not knowing what ruined her night.

A moment's peace (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Tommy is desperate for a moment's peace

A New Year's Dance (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

It is considered lucky to dance in the New Year as the clock strikes twelve, but how about a dance a few hours later?

A secret, a fear and a hatbox (Dad! Tommy Shelby fluff)

With his wife away, Tommy feels more helpless than ever at the change of behaviour in his children

A thousand reasons and one (Tommy Shelby x Reader fluff)

After more than a decade since her parents had decided to leave Birmingham for a better life across the sea, she wasn’t sure just what she would return to

Because it's there (Tommy Shelby One Shot)

At one of Ada's parties, Tommy has an interesting conversation about the limitations of mankind

Blackberry Stains (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

Some things lingered, like blackberry stains

Blighty One (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

When Tommy gets hurt, time is running out and when his girl steps up, there's nothing he can do about it

Dance with me (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

Three little words, a request with a great many implications

Delilah (Tommy Shelby x Reader Smutish/Angst)

During a party at his house, Tommy becomes enraptured by a beautiful little fool

Don't forget to smile :-) (modern!Tommy & Reader platonic fluff)

Tommy can't think of anything more ridiculous than the cheery messages the Barista keeps scribbling down on his to go coffee cups

False Idol (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

Tommy and his wife have different priorities when it comes to their family, perhaps they've had different priorities for far too long

First Snow (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Tommy is having regrets about Arrow House - who thought some snow might change his mind.

Haunted (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

In the middle of the night, Tommy's wife seeks him out searching for his warmth and the comfort of his arms

His World (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

When Tommy wants her to join him in his world, she agrees, even if the thought made her skin crawl

Honesty (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

He is the last person she wants to see at her engagement party, and his confessions are the last thing she wants to hear

I can't trust myself (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst/Smut)

What Tommy wants and what he allows himself are two very different things, especially when it comes to her.

I'd do anything to make you stay (Dark!Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

At first little Charlie's caretaker has to leave, then she feels obligated to leave, then she needs to leave only to realise he'll force her to stay

Irene's Delights (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

After Tommy disappears from a party, she goes out to find him

Life is a Cabaret (Tommy Shelby x Reader angst)

Tommy feels trapped by an iron-clad arrangement with a performer that was of his own making

Lockdown Masterpiece (modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader family fluff)

When Tommy takes charge of homeschooling, it goes better than anyone could have ever imagined

No! (Tommy Shelby Angst)

The many times Tommy Shelby should have said no and the one time he wished Charlie wouldn't have.

On the Brink of Winter (Tommy Shelby Angst)

Tommy can't bring himself to join the fair and instead thinks of the summer he missed

Philopator (Tommy Shelby & Daughter!Reader Angst)

When Michael presents his offer to Tommy for a restructuring of the company, he mentions his daughter - after all, she is already involved, even if Tommy doesn’t know it yet

Pretty (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

They had written endless books, poems and songs to instruct men in the art of giving compliments, but somehow, in all of history, they had forgotten to teach them how to accept them.

Red Lies (Tommy Shelby / Reader Angst/Fluff)

When her brother's friend Tommy hides out in her home, him bleeding on the floorboards becomes the least of her worries as the police comes knocking.

Riot (modern!Tommy Shelby x Ex!Reader Angst)

Tommy's definitions of no strings apparently includes telling his ex which clubs she can and can't go to - so she goes to his to start a riot

The Head of the Snake (Tommy Shelby x wife!reader Angst)

Tommy returns exhausted from a BUF event in the middle of the night, and all he wants is peace. But he finds anything but.

The Prettiest Girls (modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Who could know that a discussion about sexism and gender roles could bring such truths to the surface?

The Spirits that I summoned (young!Tommy)

Where Arthur sees danger, Tommy sees a quick way to make some money and use people's prejudices against them.

The Thing about Smiles (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Smiles never came easy to her, and that was harder for some to accept than for others.

They are all looking (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

During one of Tommy's event, his crowd shy wife gets overwhelmed.

Together (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff/Smut)

Tommy's wife gets bored during a weekend retreat with one of his many business partners.

To Measure Pain (Tommy Shelby Angst)

Tommy visits a home for injured veterans with a lot of money and a great deal expectations.

Solicitation (modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader)

Mr Thomas Shelby was the most aggrevating client she had ever seen, testing the limits of her professionalism.

Steady (Tommy Shelby x male!Reader Fluff)

When (Y/N) can't figure out a mistake in the accounts, his stress and fatigue get the better of him. He didn't expect any help, least of all from Tommy Shelby.

Strawberry Red (Tommy Shelby x Reader Angst)

After two years, Tommy reunites with Grace, but the same things that once intrigued him, do the opposite now (possible continuation to Blackberry Stains)

Well Spoken (Tommy Shelby x Reader Fluff)

Tommy needs a little help with finetuing his speech for the House of Commons

Headcanons

PDA

Sleeping

x Milf

First Period - Shelby!Sister

modern! Tommy Shelby

Skiing

Moonboards

As M'lady Commands

La Serenissima

Livin' for the Fame

The Last Dandelion

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whiteteadreams · 4 months

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hihi everyone! long time no see! i think i'm gonna rewrite some of my older fics, including both chapters of you're not too bad once i finish the wips that i have going lolz but i have been writing and that's what's important!

new wips

-cow hybrid barista!reader x businessman!johnny

-witch!reader x witch hunter!wonwoo

-tutor!reader x "student!"jeno

old wips

-church basement romances with mark

-florist!jaemin x baker!reader

-my lovely roommate mark request

i am going to continue yntb since i'm getting back into my enhypen era, but i might wait to publish chapter 3 after i rewrite 1 and 2

as always, please let me know your thoughts and/or questions!

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vminhoes · 6 months

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My fics Masterlist

Vmin:

Thinking of You

rated: E

historical/war au

based off "Thinking of You" mv

husbands!vmin

smut, fluff, angst

So just hold on (like you won't ever let go)

rated: E

gang au

drug lord taehyung, trophy husband jimin

smut, fluff, angst

I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus

rated: G

married au

husbands!vmin

fluff

Nerd in the streets but a Freak in the sheets

rated: E

college au

law student/tutor jimin, athlete taehyung

pure smut

You're just a snitch. (I'm gonna make you my bitch)

rated: E

college au

jimin is a snitch, taehyung is over it

hate sex / revenge sex

smut, fluff, angst

Taegi fics:

So cute

rated: E

college au

boyfriends!taegi

smut, fluff

Why don't you say "I love you" back?

rated: G

canon compliant

yoongi's vlive - "i won't leave until you say that word"

fluff

And they were roommates!

rated: E

roommates au

student taehyung, businessman yoongi

roommates with benefits

smut, fluff, angst

You scratch my back, I'll boy out yours

rated: E

coffee shop au

frat boy/barista taehyung, rapper yoongi

blackmail

smut, fluff, angst

Spoils of War

rated: E

royal/hybrid au

human yoongi, hybrid/alpha taehyung

enemies to lovers

smut, fluff, angst

Flower boy

rated: E

mafia au

drug lord yoongi, florist taehyung

mutual pining

smut, fluff, angst

There was only one bed

rated: E

college/university au

fake dating

only one bed trope

smut, fluff, pinch of angst

Yoonjin

Talk me down

rated: explicit

married yoonjin

modern setting au

yoongi and jin are in so in love

smut, fluff, pinch of angst

Yoonmintae:

Count me in

rated: E

throuple au

boyfriends!taegimin

top taehyung, switch yoongi, bottom jimin

smut, fluff, pinch of angst

Vminkook:

Look what the cat dragged in

rated: E

college au

roomates!vmin, frat boy jungkook

first time threesome

top taehyung, bottom jimin, top jungkook

smut

Yoongi x Maknae line:

Happy Birthday Yoongi!

rated: E

yoonkook, yoonmin, taegi

canon compliant

maknae line treat yoongi on his bday

smut, fluff

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gojosusedthong · 7 months

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♱ Au/Character/Relationship Trope suggestions but they get more specific ♱ :

「 ✰ Red is my personal fav :- 」

Cocky Boxer x mature trainer

Tired sheriff x criminal who loves the chase

flower shop x tattoo shop

Dumb x dumber

Chubby (insecure about it) x finds it sexy

Hates touch x extreme ocd

Farmer x curious city boy

Too sober x too drunk

Reincarnated dude x lover from past life

Hot electrician x stay at home husband

Tall shy x small big daddy energy

Sylvia Plath girl x Albert Camus guy

Art school student x cocky engineering student

Rich modern artist x renaissance dick rider who hates them

Overly explains the history of ancient artifacts x "I know"

Sir you're not allowed to dress in a chicken mascot here x doesn't stop

Makes literature/book references x the only one who understands them

Avoids paying for meals in restaurants in creative ways x doesn't fall for any of their tricks

Breathes x JSVDJEJWMWNSN

Emo artist x bubbly scientist

Baker x single dad with 2 daughters

Arrogant celebrity x fan who pretends to not care about them (they're losing their mind)

Talkative coffee shop barista x grumpy insomniac who only drinks black coffee

Obnoxious x tolerant

Museum lover x hates museum

Poor asf x has money to burn

Electric guitarist x amateur guitarist

Bulky patient plumber x clumsy himbo

People only like them for their looks x blind

stalker x worse stalker who stalks the stalker

Apologist x why are you apologizing?

Angry villain asking 'who did this?' x hero who's severely injured by another villain

Bad first impression x doesn't let them forget about it

Rude asf x apologizes for them

Depressed x depressed but intellectually dramatic about it (reads Kafka)

Flirty x wants nothing to do with them but falls twice as hard at the end

Author who hangs out at graveyards x a really concerned passerby

lost man x letting lost man sleep in his house

Immortal x a really confused Grim Reaper

Prince who can't sleep x musician who can make them sleepy

Receptionist x highly annoying store repeater

Loves pottery x asks them to help with pottery

Underrated singer x is their Top listener

Librarian x guy who can't read but stays in the library anyway

Overworked student x student who always sleep but scores higher

Friendly gardener x cold businessman but has a soft spot for them

Visits abandoned buildings x coward (they're build like a tank)

"Wait...so you're not a girl?" x "I get that a lot"

Elementary school teacher x accountant who dislikes children (says they're annoying)

Demon who always visits earth x angel who has to drag them back to hell

world renown chef x harsh food critic who dislikes everything the chef cooks (the chef is determined to change this)

Hopeless romantic deity x the most stinky lazy bum to ever exist (the deity adores them)

Overly worried about what others think x fuck it we only live once + do it for the plot

'so there's this book I've been reading...' x 'tell me all about it'

Attention seeker x obsessed with fictional characters (attention seeker is jealous of this)

Loud neighbor hosting parties every week x annoyed neighbor crashing their parties in the most weird ways possible

Spoiled emperor who manipulates everyone with his power to intimidate them x too dense to understand threats

Lazy bum like a koala x nags a lot but finds them endearing

I can't shut up x the only one who can make them willingly shut up with just a glare

"At least I'm being brave about it" x "whatever you say"

Fakes headaches and always sleeps in the school infirmary x class monitor who won't let this slide

Fakes being perfect (really insecure) x knows the secret that they try to hide (they make a deal)

Popular as the Mr. Nice guy (actually two-faced and gets mad easily) x discovers their secret side and confronts them about it (Mr. Nice guy begs them to keep it a secret)

Beyond beautiful model x nerdy photographer

Scary on the outside (actually really soft) x nice on the outside (the one you should actually be scared about)

Soft spoken yoga instructor x easily flustered gym bro

Desperate Journalist x celebrity who loves pranks and disguises

Doctor in a small town x the same patient who keeps getting into trouble

"This particular detail symbolizes the emptiness residing within the frail human mind and the bleak nature of their demise. What do you think?" x "That's a triangle"

Small Streamer x CEO who watches their live streams and donates a lot

Ex-professional wrestler x idiot who challenges anyone to a fist fight at waffle house

Always arguing for some reason x tries to be nice but snaps and argues twice as much (they make out to make up)

Loves sweets x hates them but has a collection of sweets in case they want it

Childhood friend who remembers everything x pretends to not know them but has a deep crush

Dimension traveller who tries to change their lovers fate x their lover that is destined to die during Christmas Eve in every alternate universe

Rock collector x son of a billionaire who would shamelessly pick up rocks from random places to give it to them and gets articles written about his weird behavior

Coworker with no vehicle x coworker with a cool bike and is willing to give them a ride

Goes to the cinema every night, every day to watch horror movies x watches the same movie as they do every night and thinks they're a stalker (the other thinks they're a stalker too but they get along and discuss the movies they watch)

Do what you will with these ideas

🂱 If you write a fic inspired by them pls tell me the title on Ao3 or Wattpad so I could read it 🂱

#tropes #writing inspiration #alternate universe #fiction writing #writing characters #on writing #story tropes #relationship tropes

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m00nie-m00 · 11 months

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Rush hour ☕️

Scaramouche x gn!reader coffee shop au, 800+ words TW: a male karen

- summary: in which you and Scaramouche are forced to work together to get through the rush hour of your parents co-owned coffee shop.

Writing this at 1:20am because i can't sleep and im bored <3

"HURRY UP Y/N!"

"WELL WHY DON'T YOU TRY PREPARING 4 DRINKS ON YOUR OWN"

You and scaramouche yelled at eachother as the coffee shop buzzed with chatter and the haunting sound of the door chime ringing everytime someone went in.

Scaramouche was in charge of taking orders meanwhile you had to rush around behind him to prepare it all as quick as you can.

It was his fault you both were here in the first place. He couldn't afford to behave himself for one day. It came to the point that your parents and his mutually decided to "teach you two a lesson" and lock you both in the cafe to run it together for a day.

If anything this lesson was teaching you that waiters and baristas dont get as much appreciation as they deserve and that scaramouche was an insufferable idiot with a cute smile and a pretty face.

"Order for margie, nadia, alice, blanche and dongsheng" you yelled out quickly in one breath, handing out the tray and giving the drinks to each one that approached the counter.

"We've been at this for 15 minutes when's it gonna end" You wiped the sweat off your forehead as you approached Scaramouche.

"How am I supposed to know? Here" he sighed in reply, handing you a paper with the written orders. You loudly groaned before getting back to work.

unfortunately, before you could even begin to prepare the first one a loud angry yell echoed through the store causing everyone to pause the chatter.

You turned your head around to see a middle aged man approach the counter with heavy footsteps. Slamming his fists against the counter as he demanded to talk to the one who prepared his drink.

You.

He was average height, skinny with a large stomach and wrinkles on his face. He had graying black hair and he wore a businessman suit. You'd say he's light-skinned but at that moment he was bright red.

"what seems to be the problem, sir" you kindly approached, offering a smile to hopefully lighten the atmosphere. Though you doubted that would work so you were mentally preparing yourself to be berated by the likes of him.

"you prepared my order wrong" he angrily stated, puffing out his chest. "I apologize, may I know what your order was?" I asked.

"you should know what it is! God aren't you so incompetent" He angrily exclaimed, waving his hands in the air.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes. "my apologies sir but as you can see we currently are packed and it's hard to memorize everyone's exact orders." You explained.

He scoffed, "Giving me the attitude? people like you think you can talk back like that. you're growing too entitled."

you're too entitled. You thought in your head.

You opened your mouth to speak only to be interrupted by him. You just stood there dumbfounded as he began spewing out a mouthful of offensive words. You looked at Scaramouche who stood beside you, equally as shocked and annoyed as you were.

Looking at his face you watched as his eyes grew wide, he extended his arm out in front of you to push you to the side. Caught off guard, you stumbled backward. The sound of porcelain hitting the tiles filled your ears.

The guy tried to throw his empty mug at you.

"THAT'S ENOUGH" Scaramouche yelled, grabbing the guy by his collar and pulling him against the counter. The shop was quiet, all staring with wide eyes as the scene went down. Some began to leave unless things escalated even more.

The only thing you could focus on though was Scaramouche.

"I should've done this much sooner I really should've so listen closely you asshole. I don't care who you are, where you're from, or how important you are it does not give you the right to talk to anyone that way especially them. You lay a hand on them, talk to them that way or try to hurt them again and I will RUIN you. GOT THAT?!"

You've never seen him that angry. It gave you a weird feeling to see him that angry... over someone who tried to hurt you.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and leaning your back against the counter. Your ears felt muffled as a swirl of emotions clouded your thoughts.

"hey hey, it's all okay" Scaramouche's voice was soft. He placed a hand on your back as he slowly guided you to sit on the floor, resting your back gently against the cabinets.

"I kicked everyone out, especially him he isn't allowed back here ever." Scaramouche scoffed as he sat by you.

You turned your head to the side to look at him and for once in the 10 years you two knew each other you appreciated him.

"Are you okay?" he asked, furrowing his brows. You didn't answer. You just continued to stare at him while he stared back at you. It was silent, a comfortable one.

There wasn't any frustration, hatred, or annoyance in your eyes or his. For once you both saw each other as a person.

And your gazes softened.

💌 : I had a fun time writing this maybe i should do it more hehe !

#scaramouche #scaramouchexreader #fanfiction #fanfic writing #gender neutral post #gender neutral fanfic #gender neutral reader #genshin fluff #genshin #genshin scaramouche #genshin imagines #genshin oneshots #enemies to friends trope #enemies to lovers #coffeshop #mwah ily #hello

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holy-guacamoly · 2 years

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Summary: Destiny works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Never in your life, you would have imagined that losing your job and spending your last dollars on an overpriced black coffee, would drive you into your soulmate's arms. But here you are, slowly falling for the charming businessman Jean Kirschtein, while babysitting his daughter. A.N. I will try to upload every Sunday, but I can't promise to hold the schedule at all times. Warnings are for each chapter and do not apply to the whole story. A Masterlist for this series will follow asap. Dad!Jean Kirschtein x Fem! Reader Warnings: mentions of being fired, the usual holy-guacamoly swearing Wordcount: 1.6 k Prologue

Like a pile of misery, you huddled in the furthest corner of a way too polished cafè. 'Le Mirabelle' you believed was the name.

On any other occasion, you would have loved the french flair, but right now, your stomach twisted at the thought of spending six dollars on overpriced coffee. Money was tight since you lost your job.

'Budget cutbacks,' your former boss had said while assuring that it had nothing to do with you. Bullshit. You told yourself that you hated this hell-hole anyway - deserved better. But in the end, you knew that you were trying to avoid confrontation with your frustrations. You loved everything about your former occupation as a journalist. Since you were a little girl, you desired to write. Creating fantastic, extraordinary stories that people would hold dear to their hearts. And working for 'The Paradis Times' as a columnist was exactly that.

"Madame, you want another drink?" Your glazed eyes peeled off the laptop, which stood on the tiny table beforehand until they met a petite waitress. Her voice sounded polite, but her slightly annoyed look indicated that you beleaguered this table for too long already. Sheepishly you peeked at the scrunched-up ten-dollar bill in your half-opened purse. You had nothing much left. Maybe some cash you hid in your underwear drawer for times like these, but that seemed about it.

Rent was due in two weeks and you knew that you should spend your finances wisely, but you needed the internet connection to apply for more jobs. This vicious cycle soaked you in like quicksand.

"Another black coffee - small, please." With all strength left in your system, you forced a smile on your chapped lips. "Of course, Madame," the waitress huffed, leaving instantly with hectic steps. It seemed to personally offend her that you ordered the cheapest option on the menu once more. You mumbled an inaudible "What a gem" while you gifted your attention to the bright screen again. After applying to countless jobs, you weren't too picky anymore. But no matter how lousy the offer seemed, you never got a callback. It was frustrating beyond limits and above all, it gnawed on your ego.

Your fleeting thought of selling feet pics entered the back of your mind, but before you could follow this thought, your attention got drawn somewhere else.

The bell of the entrance sang unpleasantly, indicating that someone was entering. A supposedly enraged figure practically stomped into the tiny establishment, erratically talking on the phone to someone.

"This is the third babysitter that quit this year! I can't have that!" It was a ridiculously tall man who spoke. His once well-combed hair was disheveled, and the suit - supposedly Prada - looked slightly crinkled.

You couldn't hold back the spitefulness over someone bougie upper-class asshole's misery. At least you weren't suffering alone. "Oh no, the babysitter quit and now I have to take care of my own children," you whispered mockingly, biting back a grin. This guy must have never had an actual problem in his life.

"I can't stay at home. I have a shitload of important meetings," the stranger yelled, jamming the newest model of an iPhone between his shoulder and head. Between enraged accusations, he mouthed "Capuccino" to the intimated barista at the bar as he rummaged in his suit jacket for some money.

"Then find someone! Goddamit!" and with that, he hung up.

You chuckled under your breath as the male let out a choked sound that reminded you of a wounded dog.

"Troubles at home, Mister Kirschtein?" the barista asked ruefully, trying to lighten the mood. So-called Mister Kirschtein must be a frequent customer here. The ash-blonde just nodded, pointedly checking his Rolex to signal his hurry.

And as fast as he entered, the weird stranger was gone. He grabbed his overpriced Cappucino and already answered the next call, running onto the crowded streets of New Paradis City.

"Kirschtein..." you thought. After rolling it off your tongue a few times it felt familiar. You must have heard that name before or maybe your sleep-deprived mind played tricks on you. Still, you opened another tab and typed the name in the search bar.

Ca. 120.000 entries (0,52 seconds)

You clicked the first link on the list. 'Jean Kirschtein, taking over Kirschtein & Son's, vaulting the business into billions of net worth'

Now it all made sense. Of course, you recognized the name. This random dude was the inheritance of one of the biggest and most profitable companies worldwide. His father patented some of the first intelligent technology and milked millions out of it. This family wasn't just wealthy. They were 'owning-a-whole-airport-of-private-jets'-wealthy. The acidic feeling of jealousy bubbled up in your core. Why couldn't you be born into this world, without one single care? This wasn't fair!

Absently you focused your e/c orbs on the floor, letting your mind wander for a bit. You tried to imagine yourself in a nice house, with some rich husband, but something caught your attention. Something flat and small lay on the floor. A photograph?

You stood up, walked over to the piece of paper and crouched down to get a better look. The bright, cheeky smile of a little girl met you. Someone tried to tame her ash-blonde locks with pigtails, but the chaotic curls already stood in every direction. Even though you weren't the biggest fan of children, you had to admit that she looked adorable. Her father, which happened to be the man who left just a few minutes ago, held her close against his chest. His smile looked equally sunny and you couldn't believe this was the same Jean Kirschtein you just witnessed. A small smile spread on your lips, as you mustered the cute scenery. Somehow this reminded you of your childhood.

"Hey," you called in the direction of the barista as you rose with the picture in your hand. "Does Mister Kirschtein work around here?" The young woman gifted you a suspicious stare. Of course, it wasn't quite decent to eavesdrop on a stranger's conversation. You couldn't blame her for that reaction. "I think he lost it. It's a picture of his daughter, I suppose." You waved the piece of paper in front of you apologetically, signaling her that you only meant well.

As you wiggled it in front of your face, you noticed a note on the back. In a comedically wrong way and messy letters stood 'I love you, Daddy!"

As the barista still refused to answer you sighed. "There is a note from Mister Kirschtein's child on the back. I am sure it has a high emotional value to him. I swear I am not a crazy stalker." You had to admit that you did look slightly off, with your dark under eyes and washed-out clothes. Normally you'd never leave the house without a perfect outfit, but since you lost your job you had to sell a lot of your designer clothes.

Eventually, the poor woman gave in and mirrored your exhausted sigh. She finally replied, "Yeah. Kirschtein & Son's is one block away. I pass the building on my way to work." You nodded and voiced your appreciation before you packed your things.

"Money's on the table!"

And with that, you left.

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As soon as you entered the palatial foyer of the paned skyscraper, a wave of fear washed over you. What were you thinking?

This man didn't seem like he would be emotionally attached to a stupid picture and you had more important things to focus on. Clearly, it wasn't the right time to believe in collecting Karma Points, by doing good. You didn't even know why you wanted to go through with this in the first place. Maybe for a reward? Praise? Simulating a feeling of contentment? It was the best option to just drop the picture at the reception and let the universe decide if it should find its way back to Jean. This wasn't some cheesy rom-com where a simple gesture leads a person into a better life.

"How can I help you, Miss?" a polite man with spotless skin asked you, as soon as you reached the counter. "I have something for Jean Kirschtein. Can you give it to him?" You fiddled with the picture in your hands like a nervous school girl. For the second time today, you received a narrowed look. "Do you have an appointment with Mister Kirschtein?" "Uhm..." you started. "No, but I found something that belongs to him. It's a picture of his daughter."

You slipped the photography over the smooth surface so that your counterpart could witness the proof. But somehow, it even made the male more reserved.

"Where did you find this?" he asked, slowly growing rude. You huffed. "As I said, I found it on the floor! Mister Kirschtein was at 'Le Mirabelle' to grab a coffee and it fell out of his pocket. I just happened to be there as well!" Your annoyance started to show. What kind of interrogation was this? Was it a crime to behave like a decent human being?

"How much do you want for this?" the receptionist asked dryly. "What?" "How much money do you want? You wouldn't just come here because you have a good heart, right?" This little menace of a person acted way too sassy for your liking. But his question was indeed valuable. A tiny, green voice inside your mind urged you to name some amount. You were in desperate need of cash after all. Still, it seemed so wrong to ask for something in return, for a basic act of kindness.

Another sound of resentment fought its way out of your lungs before you spoke, "Just give it to Mister Kirschtein, okay? Have a nice day," you stated bluntly, squeezing the last ounce of politeness out of you. As you left the polished building, you already braced yourself to discard today to the back of your head labeled as some weird memory.

Little did you know that this was only the beginning.

Chapter 1 -> Coming Up: Finally hitting rock bottom and without prospects, you wander on the streets of 'New Paradis City'. Lost in your thoughts you get involved in an accident that almost costs you your life, still some new opportunities open up. Taglist (open): @rosemirrors @galactict3a @luv-minju @chicha027 @yunxbby @forstein

#attack on titan #attack on titan smut #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein #jean kirschtien #jean x reader #jean kirschstein x reader #jean kirschtein x reader #jean smut #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirschtein x you #dad!jean #dad!jean kirstein

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cinnabons-treasure-trove · 4 months

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Businessman Arthur: Hello, I like to order—

Barista Merlin: [bored] We're out, order something else.

Businessman Arthur: [affronted] Excuse me? You don't even know what—

Barista Merlin: [with a robotic tone] You order the same thing everytime when I'm working at the till. Order. Something. Else.

Businessman Arthur: That doesn't mean anything! [Glaring]

Barista Merlin: Arthur. [Stares the blond businessman dead in the eyes] You've ordered the same ridiculous drink, always around this time which is coincidentally enough whenever I'm working, for 3. Years. I've been serving you the same damn drink for three years, Arthur!

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crankycreates · 1 year

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Untitled fic, a.k.a

"I AM NOT WRITING THIS GODDAMN COFFEESHOP AU" ~Cranky, 23-04-14

AO3 link

Pagan Min x gn!Reader 845 words Coffeeshop AU, barista!Reader, businessman!Pagan, flirting (sort of?), humour (or I tried at least), prologue to a story that may or may not get written...

“Shit!”

You stared at the plate. Or, well, ex-plate. It wasn’t really recognisable as kitchenware after hitting the floor. Pieces had skittered off across the tiles in every direction, like a very sad starburst, made out of shards of probably very expensive china. How the fuck could you be so clumsy? Mindlessly, you dove after the ex-plate, crawling madly around the floor, sweeping your hands over the tiles to gather up the remains before anyone arrived, uttering a string of curses.

“Fuck. Fuck! Shit shit fuck!”

“Such colourful language! Yet somewhat lacking in … vocabulary breadth.”

You whipped around — still on all fours — and were met by the sight of a pair of slightly worn but expensive-looking slippers. Above them, plaid pajama pants. And your eyes travelled up, and up, and past the pajama pants there was an expanse of skin that made your mind white-out for a moment before you took in the face above; its eyes twinkling with what might have been faint amusement. It was very hard to tell from this angle, especially since your mind suddenly snagged on a detail it overlooked before, and your eyes slipped down again — past the chest with its patch of dark hair and down the trail from his navel to the—

“Enjoying yourself down there, hm?”

You squeaked something. There were meant to be words in there but exactly what, you had no idea. You tried again: “I’m sorry— Uh— I broke this plate— I’ll pay for it, of course!”

Which was an utterly ridiculous thing to say to a billionaire. But you were feeling utterly ridiculous at the moment, so.

Pagan, mercifully, twitched his dressing gown closed, and settled back against the kitchen island behind him. Less mercifully, he said, “What if I told you that plate was worth a fortune?”

You stared up at him. Some part of you was a little bit grateful: now that you were blanching at the idea of owing Pagan Min money, you no longer had to worry about him noticing you blushing after having checked out the bulge in his pajamas. From the floor. On your knees.

Fuck.

Okay, alright, okay — backing up for a moment. How the ever-loving fuck had you ended up here?

You’d woken up early, alone in a guest room in Pagan Min’s house. Mansion. Estate? Whatever these things were called, this side of the pond. You’d been cranky and hungry and maybe a bit sad, and absolutely appalled at the notion of approaching the man about breakfast. Or, even worse, using the room phone to call ‘the help’. (’The help’ had been his word for it. He had servants. Fucking servants! In 2014! Jesus.) Like this was some sort of hotel.

So, you’d gotten out of bed and thrown on yesterday’s clothes and shuffled off in search of the kitchen. Or a kitchen, anyway. For all you knew there were more than one. And when you found one, you’d gone looking for a snack, and somehow—

Okay, but none of that explained how you ended up spending the night in Pagan’s guest room in the first place.

“Relax,” Pagan said, lips curving into an amused smirk. “I’m only teasing.”

“Yeah,” you said vacantly. You were still busy reviewing all the questionable life choices that had landed you in this mess.

He cocked his head. “You’re awfully high strung, aren’t you?”

“What?”

Wow. Seriously, smooth. Not like you had any particular hope to impress him or anything — that ship had long sailed, by this point. You felt rather like a stray he’d taken in for the night. Here’s how it happened: Pagan had found you crying outside the Golden Path Café. You were his favourite barista, so of course he would offer you a place to stay after you had been so callously evicted by—

Except that didn’t explain how you came to work at the Golden Path, or why he — the owner of King’s Coffee, the most popular chain of coffee shops in the United Kingdom — frequented the establishment of his competitors/sworn enemies.

“Come on, get up, kid. Can’t have you crawling around on the floor like this. Breakfast and Omelette might get jealous!”

He was smiling now — a nice, friendly smile — and offering you his hand. A perfectly gentlemanly gesture. A host attempting to put their guest at ease with an innocent joke and helping them off the goddamn floor. The way you stared, it might as well have been a tentacle he was holding out to you.

You said, “Uhh,” and took the proffered limb.

So anyway. This would in fact only be the first time Pagan Min rescued you from homelessness, and mortifying as the whole ordeal was, the next would be worse. Perhaps it could all have been avoided if you had come better prepared — if your mother had actually told you anything useful before she died.

Because in truth, for you, it all started with loss. With grief and ashes. With a promise to your dying mother: to bring her back to the UK, and to Lakshmana.

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#this is a goddamn plot bunny that won't leave me alone #really just a prologue but kinda fun #maybe i'll continue it one day who knows?#pagan min x reader #fc4 coffeeshop au #pagan min #far cry 4 #far cry

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dunkzillla · 2 years

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New Tricks for an Old Dog (1/?)

William Regal x Wheeler Yuta, Chuck Taylor x Wheeler Yuta

A little later than I was hoping, but @slapofhonor asked for Chuck/Yuta, and @di0brando asked for Regal/Yuta, and I knew I could (somewhat, I hope) deliver with this. Updates will be sporadic but I hope you enjoy regardless!

Title: New Tricks for an Old Dog

Pairings: Wheeler Yuta/William Regal, Wheeler Yuta/Chuck Taylor

Rating/Warnings: Explicit — Sexual Content, Language, mentions of Disordered Eating.

Word Count: 4553

Summary: Barista by day, sex worker by night, Wheeler Yuta is burning the candle at both ends trying to make ends meet. Businessman and Lord by day, lonely old man by night, William Regal desperately searches for something to make him feel alive.

“Fuck sake Trent you prick! I told you to go around the back!”

Wheeler’s eyes flutter open, woken by the loud shouting, and fall on the old, blinking alarm clock on the bedside table. Four thirty am.

Wheeler sighs. He could spend the next half an hour laying here in bed listening to Chuck yell at Trent and Orange over Fortnite or he could get up and have hot lemon water and a few wheat thins while sitting next to his boyfriend before heading off to work. He throws the thin covers off himself and grabs Chuck’s sweats and hoodie from the floor and slips them on. They’re far too big, Chuck’s much bigger than him, stockier, taller, but they make him feel warm and safe and they smell like him.

“Piece of shit can you not just listen to me for one second?” Chuck yells again, and when Wheeler steps into the living room he can hear the sounds of gunfire on the screen, the tap tap tap of Chuck’s thumbs on his controller. He must hear Wheeler step into the room, because he turns and looks up at him, sheepish. “Shit, sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Wheeler stands behind him on the couch and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Don’t worry, needed to get up for work anyway. You want breakfast?”

“No thanks babe, I had toast when I got up.” He says, turning his face so he can kiss Wheeler, chaste and quick before turning back to his game.

Wheeler sighs a little. He doesn’t know how Chuck can spend so long staring at the screen, playing the same game day in day out. He barely sleeps, less than Wheeler does with two jobs, moving only to use the bathroom and shower, make himself microwave pizzas and burgers if Wheeler’s not there to do it for him. Which, he isn’t a lot of the time because of his two jobs.

Times have been hard for them since they moved out into their new place. Chuck lost his job a few months after they signed the lease, and then decided that instead of getting another job, he was going to focus on his video game career. The trouble is, there really is no video game career, Chuck’s simply not good enough to be a professional gamer, nor does he have the money to spend on the kind of equipment that professional gamers have which allow them to easily win tournaments and spend all of their days gaming. So Chuck spends all day ‘practicing’ and then enters tournaments on the weekends, coming so far down leaderboards that he doesn’t even make any money. He’s unemployed, playing video games all day, while Wheeler works two jobs to try and pull them both out of the mountain of debt they’re buried under.

Wheeler works at Starbucks during the day, making just above minimum wage and whatever meger tips get put in the jar, and by night, Wheeler walks the streets and sells his body to men that drive by.

He never intended to become a sex worker. He never intended to get into strange cars with strange men and let them do what they wanted with him for fifty to a hundred bucks, but he met Daniel Garcia in a YMCA queue waiting for free condoms and heard all about the little spot where he and a few others go to make a little extra money. Wheeler had been in debt enough to know that his paycheck this month wasn’t going to cover all of the bills, so he’d gone down that night — telling Chuck he was going to do a trial shift at a gas station — and worked the street with Daniel. He gave out four blowjobs, one hand job, and got fucked by a man twice his age. He made three hundred and fifty dollars in four hours, more than he makes in a week at Starbucks.

He’d felt sick when he got home, seeing Chuck curled up on the couch, waiting for him to get home. But they needed the money, Chuck’s gaming skyrocketed the electricity bill and with only him making any money, he needed more than just a minimum wage job or two to keep the roof over their head and a bit of food on the table. So Wheeler set his guilt aside and went out the next night too, making even more than he did the first time, and went out the night after that and the night after that, and he hasn’t stopped since. He misses a couple of nights here and there, Wednesdays are the slowest days and sometimes it’s hardly worth standing out waiting for someone to drive by, and on Chuck’s birthday, he doesn’t go then. But every other night Wheeler stands with Daniel and waits for men to pull up so he can say, “You looking for something hot stuff?”, before getting into their car.

But even with the sex work, Wheeler doesn’t make enough for them to live comfortably. He doesn’t always get great hours at Starbucks, reducing the amount he earns, and when it rains, Johns don’t want to pick up soggy and damp sex workers. So he goes without a lot, the groceries he buys tend to be things that can go in the cupboard or freezer, non perishables, and even then he lets Chuck eat most of them, microwave pizzas, microwave burgers and hot dogs, pizza pockets and bags of chips, he’s bigger than Wheeler and needs more, and he gets to eat the leftover pastries and sandwiches at work, so he doesn’t mind. His shoes are falling apart, and he wears the same cycle of clothes so that he can keep a good few pairs of jeans and shirts for special occasions. Not that there are many of them, these days.

Daniel gave him some stuff to work the street with. Told him that men, particularly the ones that frequent their street, like them in skirts and sparkly tops. He went to Goodwill and found himself a second set of clothes, and he alternates them every night, wearing one sparkly top with one skirt, swapping it the next. He’s got a trusty pair of knee high boots with a chunky heel that keeps his feet warm when it’s cold.

Chuck still doesn’t know what he does at night. He told him he got the job at the gas station and works nights. When he gets home, usually around three in the morning, later if it’s a good night, he’s already changed out of his skirt and boots in Daniel’s car and he wears one of Chuck’s hoodies everywhere to mask any leftover scent of another man’s cologne.

Wheeler makes himself a mug of hot water with a squeeze of bottled lemon juice in and roots in the cupboard for his wheat thins and takes out two, holding them in his palm and going over to sit next to Chuck on the couch. He leans against his arm and sips on his water, nibbles on his cracker and watches Chuck and his friends get absolutely decimated by teens at Fortnite.

“You got work tonight baby?” Chuck asks when the game ends and the loading screen flickers.

Guilt gnaws at Wheeler’s belly like hunger does, and he swallows down the dry cracker as he nods. “Mhm. Not sure what time I’ll finish, depends if Jade can get a babysitter to come in the middle of the night.”

Jade Cargill isn’t exactly a made up person, she’s the wonderful woman who gives him his free condoms at the YMCA and helps him sort out his sexual health check ups, she just isn’t his colleague at the gas station like he’s told Chuck.

“Remember to eat, yeah?”

“I’ll have something at work. And gas station snacks.” That’s not completely a lie, either. He does get food on his break at Starbucks, and gas station snacks are the chips he and Danny share when there’s a quiet hour and no Johns.

Chuck puts an arm around his shoulder and pulls him in to kiss his temple, “Make sure you do. You work too hard, my little Yuta bear.”

A little bitterly, Wheeler thinks ‘and who’s fault is that?’, but it’s unfair, really, because he hasn’t asked Chuck to get a job, he’s letting him live out his dream for as long as he can until he realises it’s not going anywhere. When he does, Chuck will get a new job and there’ll be two incomes and things will settle down again. Wheeler can stop working the streets and he’ll be able to make a proper dinner for the two of them.

“I have to get ready, kick their asses babe.” He murmurs softly, finishing off his water and licking the crumbs of the crackers from the palm.

“Don’t I always?” Chuck says like it’s true, and Wheeler just laughs as he makes his way into the bathroom and jumps into the shower. He’s in and out, using as little hot water as he can but making sure he’s clean, brushes his teeth by scraping out the toothpaste tube, refusing to buy another one until there isn’t even a drop left in this one.

He comes back out into the living room wearing his beige chinos and black Starbucks shirt and Chuck wolf whistles at him like he does every morning.

“Boy do I love me a man in uniform.” He grins, and the screen is loading again, so it’s not really a surprise when he leans over the side of the couch and tugs Wheeler in by his belt loops, pulling him onto his lap.

“Chuckie, I gotta go to work.” Wheeler says quietly, but he’s smiling, warmth spreading through him with the way Chuck looks at him, hands sliding over his body and down to rest on his ass.

“I know I know, just wanna give my boy a little goodbye kiss.” He says, and he tips his face up until Wheeler takes pity on him and leans down to kiss him.

Chuck's kisses light him up from the inside, the way his big arms feel wrapped around his small waist, the way he dominates his mouth with his tongue.

“Chuckie I mean it, I gotta go or I’ll be late.” Wheeler breathes out as Chuck deepens the kiss, grinding up into him like he’s trying to start something.

“You know I can make it super quick, baby.”

Wheeler huffs out a laugh, and manages to de-tangle himself from Chuck’s grasp. “Later babe, promise. But I can’t be late.”

Chuck lets out a long, sexually frustrated sigh. “You prance around in those tight little trousers and expect me not to do anything.” He whines like a teenager, and Wheeler rolls his eyes, kissing his cheek.

“I love you, see you later.”

“Love you too baby, have a good day.”

Wheeler heads out, tucking his hands into his hoodie pockets as he gets out into the cold fall air.

He works a ten hour shift, thankful for it despite his aching feet because it’s way better than the five hour shifts he was getting offered last week, and gets home at five, eleven hours after he left the apartment this morning.

Chuck is in the exact same position as he was when Wheeler left at six am, except the apartments got a bit messier. There’s an empty cup noodles pot tipped over onto the coffee table, leaking the last of the sauce out after being toppled over by the weight of the fork.

“Hey baby, good day?”

Wheeler dumps his things by the couch and drops onto it, his aching, throbbing feet finally getting the weight off them. He can feel the hole in his shoe having gotten bigger. No matter how much money he makes tonight, he’s going to have to use a little of it to get him a new pair from Goodwill. Well. A newish pair.

“As good as anyone can have with entitled middle class people screaming at you for having made their coffee too hot or too cold,” He says, watching the tv screen show Chuck’s character ducking behind doors trying not to get shot. “What about yours?”

“Got accepted into a mini tournament today, won two hundred dollars.”

Wheeler sits up a little, he can see the pride on Chuck’s face, his little flushed cheeks and patchy stubble. “Baby that’s amazing, well done.” Wheeler says, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Just a little more practice and I’ll be getting those big cash prizes in the big leagues.”

Chuck says it with such reverence, such confidence, that Wheeler really wants to believe him. He really does, it’s just, he knows that no matter how much Chuck practices, he’s never going to be as good as those guys in the professional leagues. Chucks been jobless for months now, almost a full year, and he doesn’t seem any better than he was when he started. Wheeler doesn’t know how much more their landlord will forgive when it comes to late and not the full amount rent payments.

“Yeah Chuckie, just a little more,” He smiles softly, lying too easily to him these days. “I’m gonna’ go for a nap before work, I’ll see you in a little bit.” He says, giving him a quick kiss before dragging his already exhausted body into the bedroom and flopping down onto the bed, not even bothering to change out of his Starbucks uniform.

He sleeps for a couple of hours, waking up feeling less exhausted but not at all rested, before getting up and taking another quick shower. Wheeler’s just got time for a quick lemon water once he’s put on some clothes and brushes his hair before he hears Daniel’s car horn blasting from outside.

“See you later on babe, make sure you get some sleep.” He calls to Chuck as he makes his way out of the apartment, leaving him in the same place for the second time in one day, and knowing that he’ll return later, at about four am, to find him exactly where he left him. Chuck’s “I will, I love you.” back to him gets lost in the sound of the door closing behind him and his feet pattering down the stairs towards Daniel’s car outside.

It’s a rusty old heap of junk, but Wheeler’s thankful that Daniel has it, because it gets them too and from the street they work when it’s cold and raining, keeps their belongings safe, and gives Yuta a place to change into his skirt and boots that are tucked into his bag.

“Took your time, Yoots.” Daniel grumbles when he gets in, but there’s no heat to it.

“I overslept a little, long day at work.”

“Has—“

“No, Chuck still doesn’t have a job. You don’t need to ask every time.”

“I was going to say did he win any tournaments, actually.”

Wheeler rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “No you weren’t. And yeah, he did, actually, two hundred dollars.” He says as he shimmies into his skirt. It’s a short little black thing, with the sides cut out but pulled together with a silver string detail. It’s not the type of skirt you wear underwear with, so he doesn’t.

“Wow, that’s really going to put a dent in the thousands of dollars of rent arrears you’re in.” Daniel says, one arm slung out of the window and the other one on the wheel. It’s not that far to the street they frequent, so Wheeler works himself quickly into the halter neck silver top, and slides on his boots. Daniel’s already dressed, though they both always put on their shimmery lipstick together.

“Every little bit helps, Danny.” Wheeler says, taking the lipstick from Daniel and applying it to his lips. Daniel looks at him sympathetically but doesn’t say anything else, just gets out of the car and adjusts his purple mini dress.

It’s a slow kind of night to start with, they only get a couple of cars swing through, Hook across the street taking one of them, Daniel taking another, and then one of them asking for both him and Daniel, which, isn’t entirely unusual, though it does make for a very cramped double-team blowjob in the back of the Johns Ford Mondeo.

It’s around midnight when the black Rolls Royce turns the corner. It drives by once, then comes around again.

“What the fuck is a Rolls doing around here?” Wheeler says, and Daniel’s already hiking his dress up a little further and looking down at himself to make sure he looks okay.

“Hey, no, this one’s mine. You’ve already got Bryan in the Mercedes.” Wheeler whines, stepping away from Daniel a little, like he’ll be able to sprint to the flashy car and get there first. He won’t, he’d die in these heels doing that.

“I recognise the plate, he knows Bryan.”

“So I should take him! Bryan will get jealous.”

“Wheeler—“

“Please? You can take him next time if he comes around again. I need this.”

Daniel actually smiles at him, one of those ‘you’re something else but I love you,’ smiles and steps back to lean against the wall. “Go on then, don’t keep him waiting.” He says.

“Thank you!” Wheeler says quietly, before turning and heading over to the Rolls, the window sliding down the closer Wheeler gets.

“Looking for some fun, hot stuff?” He says in his softest, sweetest voice.

“Most certainly with you, pet. Jump in.”

The man is British, and for once he’s actually good looking. He’s older, Wheeler thinks maybe he’s in his fifties, with mousy hair striped white and gray in some places, a soft face with smile lines and crow's feet. He’s rakishly handsome, and Wheeler finds himself on the verge of aroused as the man drives them a little further down the street to park up.

“What’s your name petal?” He asks when they park up.

“Yuta, sir.” Wheeler says. He’s always used his last name, it’s personal enough that he can connect, not intimate enough that it feels too close to home.

The man smiles when he says sir, and a rough hand settles on Wheeler’s thigh, stroking the smooth, bare skin. “One with many friends,” He hums softly. “What a beautiful name for a beautiful flower such as yourself.” He says. The words make Wheeler blush, which doesn't happen when he’s with Johns. He feels hot all over, the way this man is looking at him is doing something to him, the way his accent settles in his ears and over his skin. It’s nothing like he’s ever experienced before.

“My name is William Regal, but you can keep calling me sir, if you’d like, it sounds so wonderful coming from that pretty mouth.” He says, squeezing at Wheeler’s thigh again, inching just a little higher, his pinky finger dipping under the hem of the skirt. Wheeler can feel himself getting hard under his skirt. It usually doesn’t happen this quickly, only when he’s touched himself on the build up to getting fucked or on the rare occasion that John’s want to go down on him. This time though, he’s got arousal shooting all over his body and he’s barely been touched.

Wheeler spreads his legs invitingly, biting his lip and tugging his skirt just a little higher. “How would you like me, sir? Oral is—“

“Don’t fret yourself with your rates, petal, I’ve more than enough money that I don’t need to know. Why don’t you come take a seat here? I’d like to get a closer look at that pretty face.” Regal taps his lap, and Wheeler feels a little thrill run through him as he climbs over the centre console of the car to slip into the man’s lap.

“There you go, look at you. Pretty little flower. Bryan told me you were.”

“You came here looking for me?” The thought makes Wheeler shiver, though he's not sure whether it’s good or bad.

“I guess you could say I did, petal. Bryan uses Master Garcia’s services, and he told me that he had a friend who was simply wonderful. I thought I would come see for myself.”

Wheeler can’t help but preen at that, there’s something about a man, someone clearly well off and important, being told about little old Wheeler, standing on a street corner waiting for Johns to pay him for sex and coming to see him. Because he was told he was pretty. Wheeler knows he’s been doing this too long, that he thinks that’s a good thing.

“Do I live up to your expectations, sir?” He purrs.

Regal lifts a hand and runs it down the seam of his top, fingertips just barely touching his skin. “I think you might just be the prettiest thing I have ever seen, little Yuta. But I think I’m going to have to see a little more, just to be sure.”

Wheeler shifts in his lap, and he can feel the man hardening underneath him. And because this man is clearly well off, Wheeler decides to push his luck, just a little. “Taking my clothes off costs you extra.” He grins with a cheeky look in his eye. And it’s true, really, Wheeler doesn’t take his clothes off very often. It’s more intimate than he’d normally like, but he’ll do it on occasions.

Regal reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. It’s thick, bills are stuffed into the pocket and the little slits are all occupied with cards. He pulls one out, turns it in his long fingers a few times, before sliding it right into Wheeler’s mouth, like he’s about to draw money from an ATM.

“7381. Take. Them. Off.”

Wheeler shivers, slipping out of his slinky little top and dropping it into the footwell of the car. He takes the card out of his mouth and looks at it. It’s a Black American Express card. Wheeler knows that they only give these out to people who spend a certain amount of money. An obscene amount of money. And this man just gave him his card, with the PIN number. Just to take his clothes off. He puts the card on the empty seat, and he pulls his skirt above his hips and up his chest and off, he’s lost enough weight lately that it slides right off. Wheeler drops the skirt with the top into the footwell, leaving him naked in Regal’s slap, wearing only his boots.

“Oh pet, you really are the prettiest thing I have ever seen.” Regal says, fingers moving across Wheeler’s skin, making goosebumps erupt all over his arms.

William Regal fucks him in the car just like that. He pushes his chair back, kisses Wheeler as he stretches him open with his fingers, using his own, premium brand lube and condoms rather than the shitty, cheap brand Wheeler gets for free from the YMCA. Regal kisses across his chest as Wheeler rides him likes he’s never ridden a John before, using the back of the chair as leverage to fuck himself down, letting Regal’s fingers press bruises into his hips. He comes harder than he has for a long time, even with Chuck, crying out until his throat is sore as the orgasm rips through him.

They’re both a panting mess by the end of it, the car windows steamed up and Wheeler’s skin sweaty and balmy as Regal continues to run his hands all over him, like he can’t get enough of him. Truth be told, Wheeler doesn’t know if he can get enough of William Regal, either. His cock is long and thick inside of him, his hands rough and skilled, his mouth sweet and addictive.

When they’ve caught their breath, Wheeler reaches back and plucks his top and skirt from the floor, shifts out of Regal’s lap and into the passenger chair again so he can redress. His thighs are sticky with lube, and his lipstick is nearly all gone. He’s going to have to clean himself up in Daniel’s car.

“I trust this should cover our hour of fun, petal?” Regal says, handing him the thickest wad of notes Wheeler has ever seen.

“Sir, that is far too much.”

“Not at all. You’re beautiful, and you are more than wonderful company. Take it, flower.”

Wheeler’s not even sure how much is there, but the stack is topped with crisp one hundred dollar bills, so he knows it’s way more than he charges for intercourse usually. He doesn’t argue anymore, because he does need the money, and if this man is generous enough to tip really well, then who is he to question him? He does, however, pick up the black AMEX card and hold it out to him.

“Take it, petal. 7381.” Regal says, reminding him of the PIN code. Wheeler stares at him, mouth agape.

“Sir, I couldn’t possibly—“

“Oh hush, darling. You think I don’t know someone down on their luck? Not many do this line of work for fun, and I would like to help.”

“I still can’t accept—“

“Yes you can. In fact, I’m asking you, as part of your services, to take my card with you. I know you probably don’t have a set charge for that kind of thing but, you can just charge it to the card at a later date, hm?” Regal smiles, and he takes Wheeler’s hand, kissing his knuckles before pushing his hand with the card in away from him.

“Thank you, sir.”

“No, thank you, petal. Will I see you around here again?”

Wheeler nods, slipping the money and credit card into his little bag. “I’m here every night, excerpt for Wednesdays.”

“Prior engagements?” Regal muses with a smile.

“Slow day, not much fun in standing around waiting for nothing.”

Regal hums, “I suppose you're right, flower. I will be back on a day that is not a Wednesday.” He says.

Wheeler smiles, and for the first time, he feels happy and excited about a John returning. He’s never really had a bad experience with one, some can be rude and a little rough, but he’s never had to call for help or been hurt by someone. Though that doesn’t mean that he actively wants any of them to come back, that he’s excited when they do. They’re just random men, faceless, money makers. William Regal feels different.

“I’ll look forward to it, sir.” He says, and he leans over, pressing a kiss to his cheek and surprising them both as he does so, before he slips out of the car, feeling an ache between his legs.

“Goodnight, little Yuta.” Regal says, the window sliding down once again. Wheeler turns to look over his shoulder as he starts to cross the road to walk back to the street corner.

“Goodnight Mr Regal.”

#wheeler yuta x william regal #wheeler yuta x chuck taylor #wheeler yuta #william regal #regal #chuck taylor #daniel garcia #bryan danielson x daniel garcia #writing #soooo I wasn’t supposed to start something new and chaptered but this little plot bunny just. it got away from me #and when slap and kenzie asked for the respective pairings I just had tooooo!!!#had to give the people what they want #my beloveds I hope you enjoy

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