Sunset Lover

Call me Day! MDNI pls in the name of everyone’s sanity 29|INTP|Sag sun|Scorpio moon|Sag rising|French|English|Canadian

[coffeeforday]

Red sky by night,

sailors delight

Dusk - About Me

Sunset - Masterlist

Twilight - Series Masterlist

Eventide - Tagging System

Gloaming - Balcony Membership (aka mutuals)

Tag list - (just send me an ask)

@fierydiamond @lue-arlert @sinnerofthewalls @lavenderdaisyhoney @porcoqalliard

[itsmieille]

2am mac n cheese

[coffeeforday]

Thank you for the tag @fieryzephyr 💕 I took so long but I have made ittt

Last song: SchwippSchwapp - Ritter Lean

Current obsession: it’s a lot of shopping trying to find things to make my life easier in my apartment and what could help with the small space

ALSO strawberries are outtt been eating so many 😌

Currently reading: The memory police - Yoko Ogawa and The world according to color A cultural history - James Fox

Currently working on: currently working on my apartment to make it cute, cosy and functional because I’ve been pushing it off since I’ve live hear 😭

Currently wearing: a matching taupe short and t-shirt sports/pyjama set with an olive velvet scrunchy

Last search: how to put a framed photo in lads home because I couldn’t find the frame in the shop and never realised it was already in my items 💀

Favourite flower: forget me not and lily of the valley 💕

[calvinandhobbes]

she let me hit cause i support my public library

[gothredy]

[valtsv]

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

[valtsv]

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

[petaltexturedskies]

"I asked Chat GPT" — well, I asked Mother Nature and she said your brain and soul are rotting inside of you.

[fellshish]

@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?

[sherl-grey]

actually writing the fic down

[uberfluss]

first 5 faceless emojis are how your summers gonna go

[ottocre]

˚✶ * oh, the usual? or you’re surprised that the new cashier knows your usual order

osamu miya x gn!reader m.list / wc: 750

    your wallet is clutched between your thumb and index finger, tapping quietly against your other hand’s palm. keeping rhythm, you listen to the relaxing music playing over the speakers, making the wait a little more bearable. looking ahead, you see an unfamiliar figure working the cash register, working diligently to try to keep up with the growing line.

  noticing the slight panic on his face, you wonder if he’s a new hire, maybe not used to their register. you watch as he moves on to the person in front of you, his voice wavering through the air as he mentions their offers and deals going on. for a second, his eyeline meets yours, and he pauses in the middle of his sentence. it doesn’t take him long though to return to the customer, stuttering as he begins the sentence over again, “my apologies, you said you wanted.. uh- the spicy onigiri?”

  looking back down at your wallet, you hold that image in your head, a small romantic fantasy of a restaurant meet cute running through your mind. swaying on the soles of your shoes, you listen to the person in front of you swipe their card. the music spreads through the room as you step forward, giving the cash register a warm smile, trying not to focus on his compression sleeves or his hat sitting idly on his head-

  “welcome to onigiri miya, what is the name for the order?” he leans forward against the countertop, tilting his head slightly. 

  “oh, it’s y/n,” you begin pulling out your wallet, prepared to recite your slightly specific order, knowing your usual cashier isn’t here.

  looking up from the cash register, his eyebrows raise, lips moving before his brain can process. “oh, the usual then?” he looks across the counter to you, waiting for you to process that you’ve never really met, but he knows your order by heart.

  “uh, wait, you know my order?” your fingers stop pulling the card out of your wallet, head tilting slightly as you look back at him. the usual cashier remembers your order, your routine bringing you here every other week day to pick up your lunch. however, you can’t remember ever seeing this specific cashier. 

  he stops for a moment before hanging his head low, hand pressing against the countertop. “my apologies, i usually work in the kitchen and we were just short staffed today. your name always comes up on the ticket, but just to confirm, one spicy onigiri and one mushroom onigiri, extra filling and seaweed and a small order of tempura?” the cashier’s eyebrows furrow inwards, blush traveling to his cheeks. 

  “yes, thank you. sorry, you just threw me off. that would be perfect,” you finish pulling out your card, ready to swipe it whenever he finishes imputing the order. 

  however, he quickly shakes his head, giving you a warm smile. “it’s on the house today, for the confusion. your order is actually what i usually get during my lunch,” he pushes your order through, barely giving you enough time to figure out what’s going on. 

  “oh no, that’s not necessary. you don’t have to take that out of your pay or anything, i can pay,” you reiterate, feeling a little anxious thinking of one of the line cooks using their paycheck to pay for your food over a small confusion.

  “it’s fine, trust me. plus it’s payment for the new meal idea. the combo is truly original,” he crosses his arms in front of his chest, his biceps pressing against his compression sleeves. there’s a new confidence in the way he addresses you, the gentle smile still resting on his lips.

  smiling to yourself, you shove your card back into your wallet. tapping your wallet against your hand again, you look back up at the cashier. “thank you…”

  “oh- miya osamu, nice to officially meet you. enjoy your lunch,” he gives you a short bow, ready to help the next customer with their order.

  stepping off to the side, you wait patiently for your order to come. rocking back and forth on your shoes, you look up at the order board, seeing if they added anything new to their menu. your gaze stops on the restaurant’s name and logo. onigiri miya… miya… you slowing look over to the cashier, feeling heat creeping into your hands and ears.

  you catch his gaze as one of the customers steps away from the cash register, smiling to himself when he realizes you caught on.

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[rars]

well-written women who narratively suck are like crack cocaine to me. hello shitty little woman do you need some crumbs of love that you've clearly never been given? lol

[awcheriy]

Sendai Colony

[geminipdf]

me when a fictional woman decides not to get an abortion

[bakwaaas]

honestly it’s actually the small, mundane, boring things that someone does for you out of love which mean so much rather than grand gestures and proclamations

[ijaazat]

summer

1. make a syllabus for yourself - books, media, places, recipes

2. complete 40% of it

3. eat every fruit u can

[azranissu]

[ymutate]

JETTE STOLTZ