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a feeling softer than the aroma of café latte by WilliamMinerva
Fandoms: The Magnus Protocol (Podcast)
26 Aug 2024
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Alice’s walk to the OIAR was, from an outsider's perspective, the perfect render of an execution parade, heading to the scheduled decapitation of its only member. To her, however, it was worse: that was the walk of someone who just spent a little more than her weekly budget permitted to buy Gwendolyn Bouchard a cup of coffee.
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Alice finds out that caffeine and anxiety don't mix well.
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break your pretty face (wish he hadn't) by HearJessRoar
Fandoms: SK8 the Infinity (Anime)
02 Feb 2022
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“Kaoru?”
He hates that Kojiro knows him so well. Hates it. He can’t ever get away with anything, can’t pretend that he doesn’t know why Kojiro looks so concerned, can’t put on the professional smile he paints on for his clients, or the soft one he puts on to reassure the kids even when his anxiety is going through the roof.
Because Kojiro sees right through him, and he always has, and it’s such a pain in the ass to even try to get one over on him.
So he gives up.
“My head hurts,” he says, feeling the words leave his mouth like they’re being pulled through his gritted teeth.
Kaoru has a headache; Kojiro has a solution.
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27 Mar 2025
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“You’re such a drama queen,” he says. “I’m in love with you, princess.”
And Kaoru can’t deal with that immediately so his brain and mouth skip right over it. “Make up your tiny mind, am I a queen or a princess?”
Kojiro gives a scolding tug on his hair, and then tucks it back almost in apology. “You’re a pain in the ass, that’s what you are, Kaoru.”
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Kojiro hums thoughtfully. “I think,” he says, and Kaoru makes a disbelieving noise out of habit.
UMA FANFIC CHEIA DE MOMENTOS ENCANTADORES MAS CLARO QUE FORAM ESSES QUE MAIS MEXERAM COMIGO QUE ÓDIO
(relendo 09/02 eu achei esse comentario muito bobo. claro que foram esses momentos que mexeram contigo, mara. justamente porque são momentos TÃO eles)
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Kaoru didn't know how much he used to love Ainosuke until he took a skateboard to the face. It's no surprise, then, that he still hasn't figured out how much Kojiro loves him.
Letting himself bask in a brief revenge fantasy, Kojiro knocked his foot into Kaoru’s leg. “C’mon, we had a lot of fun, didn’t we? It wasn’t a waste, even if he’s a dick now.”
“Not the skating,” Kaoru said, the duh unspoken but heavily implied. “I wasted my first love on a guy who hit me in the face with a skateboard.”
“Oh,” Joe said, the admission hitting him harder than he would ever admit — even if he’d suspected it all along. “It happens?”Bookmarked by WilliamMinerva
27 Mar 2025
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Reaching out, he took Kaoru’s hands in his own lightly enough that he could escape with minimal effort; after a moment of stiffness, though, Kaoru’s hands relaxed into his own without pulling away. “Did you have fun with me tonight?”
“If you’re trying to feel for my pulse to detect any lies, you should know that those tests don’t actually work,” Kaoru said instead of answering the question. Kojiro raised an eyebrow, but told himself that if he’d wanted things to be easy, he wouldn’t have fallen in love with Kaoru.
essa fanfic estar na pagina 20 no filtro por bookmark é o auge de precisar escavar pra achar diamante.
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Inspired by a Tumblr prompt sent to me by my amazing girlfriend.
Hiromi Higa works in a flower shop when Joe comes storming, slaps a bill on the counter and says "How do I passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?"
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25 Mar 2025
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It was obvious that he was here for something but couldn’t find the courage to ask. Florists recognize those type of behaviour from miles away and Hiromi was a damn good florist.
shadow o brasil te ama
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The client Kaoru brings to Sia la luce is young, handsome, rich, probably knows nothing about calligraphy, but is obviously very into him.
Kojiro doesn’t like it. Not one bit.
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25 Mar 2025
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They are also used to seeing Kaoru on the counter seat even as they go, so they wipe the wine glasses ready for use instead of leaving them beside the sink to dry.
So much of this place knows Kaoru so well. Sometimes it's as though it sits in wait, only going through the motions until Kaoru returns to slot himself in the space made just for him.
speedrun de confissão de filme de romance com o porém de que eles demoraram tipo uma década pra chegar nesse ponto
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"Martin had never been given flowers before. Ever. Not even a boutonniere in high school. Not by a woman, not by a man, and certainly not from a man with piercing eyes and a voice that was pleasantly deep even when it was sharp with temper. Cheeks red as the flower he was being offered, Martin took it from Jonathan’s hand as carefully as if both were made of glass. "
Martin runs into a grumpy florist one morning when his commute is interrupted by technical difficulties. When he's given a flower as repayment for a spilled cup of tea, he ends up finding himself unable to forget his run in with Jonathan Sims. (AKA, a JonMartin florist AU, where nothing is spooky and the biggest issue is Jon's lack of people skills. Just fluff! And yes I know the title is terrible but I had to do it)
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Bookmarked by WilliamMinerva
21 Jan 2023
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His usual inclination to believe there was no way he would get a happy ending was at war with every moment that had given him hope: Daisy’s rough encouragement, Tim and Sasha’s support, every one of Jon’s careful smiles. On their own each one might have meant nothing, but together they had added up to more. And Martin wanted to believe in that sum more than anything, even if he never had been good with numbers.
But then Jon emerged from where he’d rummaging behind the counter—disheveled, flushed, and holding an object sporting a bow—and maybe Martin was better at maths than he thought.