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Corner Shop Part 1 (Routines)

Summary: Peter Parker visited the popular corner shop in Queens everday. Little did he know the owner had a cute daughter.

Word Count:1389

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: This series will have 12 or so parts! Most of it is written and I should be posting a part every day. Thank you for reading!

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Originally posted by hardyness

Routines made people comfortable. People liked to be in control of their lives and they felt secure when the same sequence of events happened daily. That’s why a person gets frustrated when they’ve ran out of coffee, someone took their usual parking spot (or for students, their seat in class or at lunch), or even when there’s unexpected traffic. So, when things were out of order, people had the propensity to fix the issue so that their schedule was the way it’s supposed to be.

For instance, Peter Parker attended high school every day. Sometimes he would skip class, sometimes he’d forget to do his homework, yet it didn’t make a major change in his routine. On the other hand, when he was stuck in detention, such as days like today, it messed up his routine. Right after school, he usually headed towards Y/L/N’S Deli and Groceries, the popular corner store in Queens that sold sandwiches, snacks, and other things. The place attracted many Midtown students, especially around 3 in the afternoon; they go there to eat afterschool.

In order for Peter to feel that he had fulfilled his plan for the day, he skipped detention. Coach Wilson, the educator who watched the students during the tortuous confinement, was distracted by whatever was displayed on his computer screen. Right after he took attendance, he gave his attention to the internet. The only movement Coach Wilson made was his eyes scanning the bright computer screen or moving the computer mouse around. Peter took light steps towards the door, then made a run for it the moment his foot touched the ground outside of the classroom. Wilson was aware he left, but he didn’t care enough to stop him. Peter was in the detention for no more than ten minutes since he ditched.

Jumping over fences and taking other shortcuts, Peter still made it to his favorite store before the other Midtown students got there, and they even had a head start. He always wanted to get there before them because people like Flash bothered him every chance they got, and the owner didn’t like the fuss.

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Notes: I don’t think mafia aus are my strong suit, really anything dark isn’t a strong suit. Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy!! Requests are open!!

•you worked part time in a flower shop, since the owner was your aunt
•she was understanding of your hours, since you attended classes during the day
•you worked mostly at night, so you were used to hours by yourself
•you used the time wisely, most of the time
•you’d do homework, study, read books
•but there were also nights where you’d try to learn the latest dances, or rapping to the flowers as you twirled around the shop
•the shop closed at midnight, so there was plenty of time to fuck around

•some nights the streets would be empty, only having others store owners around
•on other nights, often near the weekend the streets would be filled, teenagers who had late curfews, drunk people stumbling around
•it there was no customers you liked to watch the people outside, giving them storylines and things to say
•it was a way to rid of time, and to amuse yourself
•tonight there wasn’t many people outside, and the clock was nearing eleven
•there was a few man on the street, they were on phones, talking to people, maybe pretending
•the store was placed at the end of the strip, so you were near an alley
•meaning that you could hear what went on inside of the alley, if you were in the back room
•which is where you had wandered into, looking for ribbon so you could restock
•"yeah boss, I got the target locked, he’s not getting away this time.“
•you heard someone talking on the outside, near the back door, panicking, you dropped the ribbon you had been holding
•the ribbon fell in the floor, which knocked over some spare scissors that had been laying on a shelf
•when you went topics them up, you knocked over a vase, making it smash against the floor
•if the person didn’t know that someone was eavesdropping, they shouldn’t be in a gang
•"yeah, I know. I’ll make sure to get the drugs too. Maybe take the girl also.”
•walking out of the back room before you could hear anymore, you spotted the “target”
•he was wearing a nice suit, and had a ring on his left ring finger
•the girl he was next to looked twenty years younger then him, and was wearing a white dress and black heels
•"excuse me miss! Could you come inside please, you’re the thousandth passerby!“
•you called to the female, not able to let her go without warning her
•she pointed at herself, and you nodded, she looked at the male she was with, she raised a finger indicating to give her a minute
•when she walked inside the store you closed the door and tried to make it look as casual as possible
•"miss there’s someone in the alley who’s planning on killing the male you’re with, and taking you with him.”
•you said as you put flowers in a bouquet, making it look like the two of you were making small talk
•"is this some kind of sick joke?“
•she asked, her face turned pale, which made her face look strange as it no longer matched her foundation
•"I wish It was, I heard him in the alley, you shouldn’t go back there.”
•you said, handing her the bouquet
•inside the bouquet was deep red carnations, nutmeg geraniums, and gladioli
•she took it, and looked down at the flowers, inside you had written on a tiny note how to get to the police station quickly
•the fear in her eyes was visible, but there was nothing more you could do
•she slipped out of her shoes and left them on the counter, thanking you once more
•you could see the deep breath she took as she ran out of the store
•she practically flew past the male age was with, as she followed the map hidden inside of the flowers

•the next day when you walked into the store, the news was playing on the small tv that hung on the corner
•"Officers say that this isn’t a robbery, as her wallet and jewelry is still on the body. If you recognize this woman please call in.“
•on the screen was the lady you helped yesterday, or tried to
•dropping your books, you made your aunt look up from where she was doing inventory
•"y/n? What’s wrong?”
•looking at her, you saw the worry in her eyes grow with each second that passed
•"she was here, last night. I made her come in! I heard someone in the alley talk about taking her!“
•with each word your voice grew louder, you could feel yourself tear up as you started to sob for the woman
•you should’ve helped her more, you should’ve called the cops
•"oh y/n”
•your aunt rushed over, pulling you into her chest, she whispered comforting words
•but all you could think about was that you played a part in that woman’s death

•after you finished crying, your aunt said that she’d close up early, after she finished inventory that is
•leaving you with your thoughts as she hurried through the list
•pulling out your phone, you took a deep breath and dialed 911
•"hi, I have information about the woman who was killed last night"
•they said that they would send an officer, to hang tight and not go anywhere
•the officer came and questioned you, asked why you didn’t call the police, and what did you tell her
•"I gave her a bouquet of flowers, she left her heels here, she couldn’t run in them.“
•you said, tightly holding onto your phone, you had texted your aunt to get the recording from last night, so you could give it to the officer
•"hold on, you have her a bouquet?”
•the officer questioned you as he wrote in a notepad
•"yeah, I drew a map on the back of a card, you know the ones that have like the stores name on them?“
•you told him, not exactly sure as why that’s the thing he picked up on
•"can you hold on a minute?”
•he asked, taking his phone out of his pocket before you nodded
•"she gave our Jane doe a bouquet.“
•he continued talking as he left the store, leaving you once again in your thoughts
•your aunt came out of the back room with a film, she asked where the officer was
•telling her that he went outside, she followed him so she could give the evidence

•a few days later when you were allowed to come back into work, your aunt introduced you to your new coworker
•"his name is minghao, he’s a exchange student from china.”
•she had pulled you aside earlier in the day, saying that she didn’t want you alone in the store
•when your aunt least at six, the two of you were left in an awkward silence
•"how old are you minghao?“
•you asked trying to break the ice, as you stood awkwardly behind the register as he spoke
•his voice was soft but cold, as if he didn’t want to get close to anyone
•"me too, I’m in my second year of college. I want to be a teacher.“
•you nervously picked at your nails, speaking quietly just in case you were annoying him
•"I’m becoming a programmer, for games and stuff.”
•he said, grabbing the broom as he started to sweep the dirt and petals that had collected on the floor
•leaving the conversation at that, you continued picking at your nails whilst waiting for a customer to appear
•what seemed like hours had passed without anyone coming into the store, the sky had become dark, only little stars illuminating the sky
•minghao was sitting on a chair that was placed by the sunflowers, making you amused by how well the two went together
•he would look up at you, peering over his phone to raise an eyebrow at you
•each time you’d look, smiling to yourself
•the bell on top of the door rang to tell the two of you someone was coming
•"welcome to Orange blossom! How can I help you?“
•you asked, repeating the formal greeting,
•the customer was a male, he was wearing a white sweater, with light blue jeans and converse
•his hair was a pink, which brought out his cheeks that reminded you of mochi
•"can I get a bouquet of flowers, i have a list of which ones I want.”
•he said, smiling at the end of his sentence
•his smile was innocent, and his eyes closed as he smiled, making you want to punch his cheeks
•right before you asked him what kind of flowers he wanted, you felt minghao tap you on the shoulder
•"I’ll take him, can you restock the tissue paper please.“
•it was the longest thing he ever said to you, shooting the customer a smile, you nodded and walked to the back office
•when you came back out, the pink haired male was gone, leaving you and minghao alone once more
•"if he comes again, let me help him.”
•minghao spoke, glaring at the door
•you questioned but agreed to the demand from the strange blonde

•coming in the next day, there was a bouquet on the floor in front of the store
•picking it up, you left it on the counter
•when you had your apron on, you started to inspect the bouquet
•"where was that?”
•minghao’s voice wasn’t as cold as it had been yesterday, it felt more concerned than cold
•"it was on the floor. In front of the store, why?“
•minghao’s eyes grew wide, he stormed over and grabbed the bouquet, he stormed out of the store
•looking at the door, you shrugged and continued on with your work
•when he returned, his hair was messy and his cheeks were a pale pink
•"are you going to tell me what you have against those flowers, minghao?”
•you asked him with a smirk on your face
•"what kind of flowers were those y/n?“
•minghao asked, looking at you in the eye
•"pink camellia, monkshood, Rhododendron and white carnations. Why does that matter?”
•you asked, tilting your head to the side
•"pink camellia means someone’s been watching you, longing.“
•he said putting his bag down on the floor
•"monkshood means you better watch your back, Rhododendron means I’m dangerous, stay away.”
•he told you as he tied his apron around his waist
•"and finally white carnations, they are given to people who are sweet, saying that your innocence is refreshing.“
•standing across from you, he spoke once more before pulling out his phone
•his fingers danced across the screen, moving so quickly that you couldn’t even attempt to see what he was writing
•"someone’s watching you. I don’t think it’s someone good.”
•putting his phone back in his pocket, he walked to where the cleaning supplies was
•chills went down your back, looking around you tried too see if there was any suspicious people around but no one was lurking
•stiffly walking around, you hoped this was just a joke, some sick joke

•it wasn’t a joke
•days had passed, each day you came in, there would be a flower on the floor
•waiting for you
•days you were off, there was no flowers left at the store, instead being at your house, or at the gym
•wherever you went was where you would find flowers
•you felt drained, wishing that they would just hurry up and kill you
•the only good thing that had happened was minghao had begun to speak to you more
•sadly today was one of the days you had to go into the shop, so you went to go get dressed
•it was a little earlier than you usually got up, but you couldn’t sleep so what was the use in rolling around?
•getting up and walking to the living room, you saw a pair of converse next to your own shoes
•the same converse that were on the pink haired boy
•"y/n! You weren’t supposed to be up yet! Do you like the flowers? Boss said you would since you gave them to that bitch. Aren’t you so nice?“
•he asked, smiling sweetly at you whilst holding a white lily out to you
•behind him was the couch that was covered with white lilies, which terrified you
•how long had he been in your apartment?
•"Lilies mean that your soul will still be innocent after death, isn’t that amazing!”
•he said, making his finger tips run across the white flower
•inching towards the front door, you looked as he turned his eyes from on the flower to you
•"it’s too bad that you told the officer. Tae and I would have had fun with you.“
•holding the flower still in one hand, he pulled out a gun
•twirling it on his finger, he smiled and started to walk closer
•taking a chance, you ran to the door and ran as quick as you could
•your bare feet padded against the concrete, small rocks hurt your feet
•your thighs burned as you pushed yourself to run quicker than you ever have
•you were reminded of the woman who you tried to help, was this how she ran, only to be murdered?
•where were you going to go?
•what was the plan?
•"y/n, how funny that you think you can run!”
•he was getting closer, you had to hurry
•pulling out your phone, you called the person who had warned you about him
•"minghao, he’s chasing me, what do I do?“
•continuing running to the store, where you hoped someone might be, but to no luck it was empty
•"are you at the shop?”
•he spoke quickly but very clear
•making a sound that you hoped sounded like a yes, you continued to run
•"take a left at the pizza shop, go straight, you’ll see a big warehouse go inside and yell for mingyu.“
•following his instructions, you ran past the pizza shop, toward the warehouse
•when a bullet went flying past you, missing you just barely
•"let’s stop playing this game y/n”
•he spoke, not even winded by this running
•entering the warehouse, you started screaming
•instantly a tall brunette male walked out of a room, looking at you, who was a mess and than at the pink haired male who stopped in his tracks
•"Seungcheol won’t like that you’re here, jimin.”
•mingyu spoke coldly to the pink haired male who’s face was now pale and his face was drawn into a scowl
•"just give her to me, and you can forget about this.“
•jimin said, his eyes on you the whole time
•"you see, I can’t do that. Minghao would have my head if I did that.”
•mingyu pointed at a room, and whispered for you to go inside and tell Seungcheol to come out
•following his instructions, you told a black haired male who was sitting next to a long silver haired man
•"shit. Jeonghan stay with her. Tell Minghao to get his ass over here.“
•Seungcheol commanded, instantly jeonghan pulled out his phone and texted, once it was back in his pocket, Seungcheol left the room, gun in his back pocket
•"sweetie come here.”
•you broke, tears fell from your eyes quicker than a river
•sobbing quietly, you heard a gunshot ring out and you cried louder
•feeling arms snake themselves around your body, you looked up, afraid that it would be jimin
•"it’s okay, you’re safe now. It’s all over y/n.“
•it was minghao, his hair was a mess, much like he had just woken up, which was a good assumption since he was still wearing pajamas
•feeling safe for the first time in days, your eyes began to flutter shut
•falling asleep to the sound of Minghao’s heartbeat, and the smell of his cologne

•when you woke up you were on a bed, still in Minghao’s hold
•shaking him awake, you waited for him to become coherent
•"you’re not really in college to be a programmer, are you?”
•you asked softly, looking at him with his hair down, sleep in his eyes
•being a handsome asshole, really
•"no, if I wanted to be a programmer I’d just ask jihoon to teach me.“
•he said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear
•"what is all of this? Who are you guys?”
•you asked him, needing answers before you completely fell for him
•"a gang, maybe the mafia? I’m not sure what we go by anymore. But we don’t kill anyone who doesn’t deserve it. Only people like jimin.“
•hearing his name sent chills down your back once more, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up
•"why were you protecting me?”
•you said, cuddling into his chest
•"I was supposed to stop the original murder, only taehyung found me before I could, you did better than I did. But you were in rush without knowing it.“
•his voice was deep and rough from just having woken up, his left arm was cradling your head and his right arm was draped over your hip
•"hey minghao, when this is over will you go on a date with me?.”
•you had started to feel sleepy again, but you waited for his sender
•"as long as it doesn’t involve guns, sure.“
•He answered, pressing his lips on your forehead
•"and flowers, no more flowers.”
•a chuckle could be heard from him, as he agreed
•"no more flowers.“
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Creepypasta #666 (Part 1): A Few Suggestions

ALRIGHT for this monumental post, I’ve chosen to feature a 2-part classic pasta. ENJOY. 

Story length: Long

Note: This is a prequel to Abandoned by Disney

Suggestion: We could use another person at check-in during peak hours.

Suggestion: Please move the hot dog cart away from the main water slide. Also please have water slide staff keep an eye out for children who just ate. When anyone gets sick in there, three or four people have to go through it before we know about it.

Suggestion: It would be nice if we had a way to give more detailed information anonymously. Maybe private meeting time with management?

Suggestion: Need more security at south gate.

Suggestion: Music in the reptile house keeps slowing down or reversing, it’s VERY annoying.

Suggestion: Please tell the mascots not to try eating in their costumes. We keep getting one in with food all over its face and we think someone’s trying to be funny. The mouth opening is mesh, so eating isn’t even possible.

Suggestion: Please fix the music in the reptile house, it’s still driving me up the wall.

Suggestion: Guests are complaining about the amount of towels in their rooms.

Suggestion: Need a better or newer coffee machine for the break room.

Suggestion: I wasn’t going to say anything because I’m pretty tolerant, but please stop admitting children without faces. They won’t stay in the guest areas.

Suggestion: The common area could use a bigger selection of DVDs and games. The collection is already getting stale.

Suggestion: Still need security at south gate. What’s cheaper, having a staffer pass by once in a while, or painting over all the vandalism?

Suggestion: South gate needs more security.

Suggestion: What are we doing about the profanities at the employee exit? Send security there more times of the day, or whatever.

Suggestion: Don’t feel safe leaving south gate at end of shift.

Suggestion: Frank is cheating at solitaire when he thinks I’m not watching. Please do something about this immediately.

Suggestion: Tell the mascots to stay out of where they don’t belong. One of them keeps turning off music in the reptile house. Can’t tell who because of the suit. Have a meeting or something.

Suggestion: Please give the Mascots more break time or allow them to take short breathers during work hours. Sweat and body odor are one thing, but now we keep getting the same suit full of vomit.

Suggestion: Stop Frank, he’s a menace. It has now spread to Sudoku. I am not making this up.

Suggestion: Sorry to write on a napkin, but we need more suggestion cards or else somebody is stealing them all.

Suggestion: Stop the fucking music.

Suggestion: I swear, all these blank kids are getting into everything. Every time I kill one of them the others just misbehave more. I keep finding them in piles at the bottom of stairways and they think its funny. It’s not funny. I can’t get through.

Suggestion: We need more suggestion cards.

Suggestion: We received a mascot suit with paint on its gloves. Someone took it to the south gate, and the color matches what the vandal is using. Might be worth looking into. Also, where are the cards?

Suggestion: costume sticking to the sores

Suggestion: It’ s tOo hard to writ with this gloves on

Suggestion: Thanks for the suggestion cards! Finally! What are we doing about staffing check-in at peak hours?

Suggestion: Once more, sorry for the napkin. We’re out of cards again.

Suggestion: One of the mascots cornered me in the supply closet and grabbed my breasts. I’ve told Michael Sheehan about it but I don’t think he’s going to do anything because I don’t know who was in the outfit. I’m going to file a lawsuit if management continues to avoid my calls. This is a final notice. Additionally, please restock the cards. I suspect they were removed so you could discourage my reports.

Suggestion: ha ha I’m a mouse

Suggestion: FUCK YOU.

Suggestion: Someone’s taking out light bulbs. I mean, just everywhere. The guests are getting increasingly angry about flipping switches only to have nothing happen.

Suggestion: When are we getting some new DVDs in the common room? I’m not complaining because they’re old movies, just that plenty are scratched and don’t play all the way through.

Suggestion: What’s the ETA on that coffee maker?

Suggestion: The vending machines on the third floor in the guest area are constantly unplugged and the money slots are often jammed with suggestion cards. I don’t even know what these cards are talking about.

Suggestion: We need more cards again.

Suggestion: Try to find Frank.

Suggestion: I will give you clues about Frank, okay?

Suggestion: Clue #1, It’s cold.

Suggestion: Clue #2, It’s wet.

Suggestion: We need another coat of paint on the south gate. Are you doing anything about this clown?

Suggestion: Clue #3, Flush.

Suggestion: The hot dog cart is still next to the water slide and there have been two more incidents involving children getting sick halfway through the pipe. This is really reflecting poorly on the resort.

Suggestion: I don’t think you’re lookng for frank!!

Suggestion: Hey, I don’t want to be dick, but seriously, where are the cards? This box is pointless.

Suggestion: I keep sinking into the floor or

Suggestion: maybe it’s just that I feel like it.

Suggestion: I can’t get any rest because there’s too much to do. Every time I lie down guests keep asking if I’m okay.

Suggestion: i can’t get my head off i can’t get my head off i cant get my head off i cant get my hed off i can’t get my head of

Suggestion: ignore last card it was my real head i forgot

Suggestion: the costume is sticking to my sores and there are more sores

Suggestion: all i am is sores

Suggestion: the costume is breathing and if i don’t match its movements i can’t get any air

Suggestion: F

Suggestion: UCK

Suggestion: i keep locking the gates but someone keeps opening them again please tell them to stop doing that because it lets everyone out again and i feel that’s counter productive

Suggestion: they found frank and they’re going to blame me please advise

Suggestion: HAHAHAHA franks face was like a bad looking plate of mashed potatoes when they pulled him out but when i laughed at it everyone looked at me even the people with faces which is odd

Suggestion: i have to think of what to do

Suggestion: oh

Suggestion: i know hang on

Suggestion: I’m not sure if the suggestion box is the right place for this, but security isn’t doing much about my complaint. Over the last couple days I’ve been circling the resort and counting the number of staffers. As far as I can tell, there are more mascots on the grounds than we have on payroll. Security says it doesn’t make sense, but I think we have one extra.

Suggestion: please help, costumes are heavy with people inside and there’s no hook left for me

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YAYYY opening my store again for left over charms. Some design only have 1 or 2 charms left, so this is the time to buy them if u have missed the preorder. If there is a popular demand on some certain design, than I might restock them. Please let me know if there :D 

Other merch are also one sale too

sales: Nov 25- ends at Dec 1


A-Kon 2017
I’ll be going to A-kon for the first time next week, sharing Table 2324 with my friend Koba!  I’ll have pretty limited stock there since A) I’m flying and B) I didn’t have much chance to restock, so please come early if there’s something you definitely want!

I also won’t be taking commissions at the con, but I will be opening up a few slots for commissions to be done in advance and picked up at the convention.  I do head-to-hip inked commissions with a splash color (you can see some samples in my commissions tag) and they are $35 per character!

If you’re interested, please DM me here or on twitter!  

Sorpresa (Spamano Week, Day 3)


This is a small coffee shop AU I came up with a while ago. Lovino works in an authentic Italian coffee shop while Antonio is a regular there.

It was late September when the temperature
significantly dropped and people started to abandon iced coffees and teas. Leaves on trees started to gain their orange hues and the once vibrant flowers were finally moved inside the coffee shop.

Lovino had the easiest shift where the number of customers was few (or none in days like today) in the small coffee shop he worked part time. He stared at the flowers, wondering how most of the flowers have disappeared and wilted.

A sound of bell ringing with noise of distant traffic announced another customer.

“Prendiamo un caffè?” A flirty voice asked him.

Lovino looked away from the flowers to glare at the smiling man. Hair dark and messy, eyes weary but sparkling, and the smile…brightening the small shop.

“My shift isn’t over yet, idiota.” Lovino spoke to the man. “You always come too early.”

“Oh?” Antonio somehow managed to put on a confused expression. “I was so sure it would be over by now.”

“I already told you my shift ends at 4, not 3:30. So are you going to order or what?”

“I rather have coffee with you, so I’ll wait.” Antonio sat in his usual seat and gazed out the window.

Lovino let out a scoff and started to stare at the clock instead of the flowers.

“Lovi?” Antonio suddenly asked.


“Do you remember how we met?”

“What is this out of no where?”

“I was just wondering.”

“No. I do not.”

Antonio made eye contact with Lovino smiled at his response.

Lovino stiffened.

“I see.” Antonio said and looked away.

Antonio definitely knew that Lovino was lying. Lovino wondered why he bothered to lie about their first meeting when he could remember every detail.

It was several years ago, when the cafe open for the first time. It was around the second month of opening when Antonio decided to check out the cafe.

Lovino was serving a woman with Antonio waiting behind her, studying the cafe’s environment.

The woman turns out spoke only in Italian. Lovino gave her a friendly smile and answered her questions about the menu to her until she ordered her drink.

He didn’t notice the flustered looking Antonio who noticed them conversing in Italian. Antonio scrambled for his phone and began to type furiously.

Lovino finally noticed how flustered the next customer looked when he came up to order while occasionally glancing at his phone.

He was about to ask if the customer was alright when he spoke in an unintelligible Italian that Lovino heard, “Ho una mocha.”

It took Lovino a while to understand what he meant in his mispronounced dialect. After a minute, Lovino finally addressed the man in a bemused tone. “I speak English and we don’t serve mocha here.”

Lovino unintentionally let out a smile at the memory. He remembered how red Antonio became and quickly ordered a cappuccino and left. It had been a week until Antonio finally returned.

At first, Lovino expected the man to order in English. But was surprised when Antonio ordered in almost perfect Italian.

He remembered how Antonio looked proud of himself when Lovino acknowledged his Italian. Ever since then Antonio started to greet and order in Italian. He wasn’t fluent entirely and still mispronounced every now and then, and Lovino will correct him.

“You do remember,” Antonio chirped from his seat when he saw Lovino’s smile.

Lovino sharply turned his head so Antonio wouldn’t see him blushing.

“Cállate,” Lovino muttered.

This was how it was played out. Antonio flirted with Lovino in Italian and Lovino would shoot him down in Spanish, Antonio’s native language.

Lovino continued to stare at the clock. Fifteen minutes until his shift was over. And for some reason he saw Antonio fidgeting but quickly dismissed it as his excitement for their date tonight.

Out of the blue, Lovino’s phone rang. Disgruntled, Lovino picked up the call.

“What is it, Feli?” Lovino asked his brother.

“Fratello!” Feliciano sounded a little more restless than usual. “I forgot to restock in my last shift! Can you go to the storage room to get the coffee beans?”

Lovino let out an exasperated sigh. “Feli, I reminded you to restock, you-!”

“I know! I know! So can you please restock when your shift ends?”

Lovino grumbled for a bit. “Fine.”

“Grazie, fratello!”

Lovino angrily hung up before Feliciano can started to ramble on.

“Is something wrong?” Antonio asked.

“Feli forgot to restock that’s all. I will have to stay a little longer since I have to do it.”


Lovino gave a pointed look to Antonio. “Are you sure you still won’t order? You’ll have to wait longer.”

“I’ll keep waiting. I want to have coffee with you.”

That made Lovino wonder if Antonio was really looking forward to today.

It was a simple date they arranged. They planned to have coffee here and go to the movies, then visit a nearby restaurant. It was casual one compared to the others.

When it was finally four o'clock and the next worker swapped shifts with Lovino he reluctantly went to the storage room downstairs.

Lovino turned on the storage room lights and saw the cafe’s old Christmas lights hung up on the walls with flowers making the old storage room a little prettier.

The wall facing Lovino had the most flowers and decorations surrounded a laminated colorful poster.

The poster read: “Lovino, te quiero.”

Lovino stared at the room, speechless.

He heard foot steps and turned around to see Antonio smiling at him.

Antonio got on one knee and took out a small velvet box. He opened it revealing a small silver ring.

He smiled again. The smile that made the room brighter and more comfortable than the flowers and the lights.

“Sorpresa, mi amor.”


excerpts from REPLAY! vol.01 by ふくたろう translated by me. 

(if you haven’t voted for it to be restocked on Toranoana please check out my recent) 

((I mean look at it who doesn’t want a whole anthology of this)) 

TL Note: Mio is surprised because referring to someone without an honorific shows extreme closeness to the person (Ritsu doing it also reinforces her personality and relationship with Mio)

Request -- A Y/N xCrowley one shot where y/n is a human but Crowley made her the queen of hell? The demons hate that shes a human so they're jerks to her and she couldnt take it and starts crying and Crowley walks in at the same time. U can take it from there.

(Haven’t written Crowley in a while. I hope that you like it!)

When you approached the huge doors of the grand house that belonged to you as much as it did to Crowley, which sat on a single estate that was only a fraction of the kingdom that you now had a hand in ruling, a few beads of sweat sat on your forehead and your hair was a bit more unruly than it was before you had left. Despite the fact that you had been taking trips back to Earth almost every day since you had become Queen of Hell, walking passages lined with the damned and echoing with their screams still managed to shake you and bring nervousness to your features.

You subtly wiped the sweat from your face and tucked wild pieces of hair behind your ears, managing to drop into just a slightly awkward curtsy when the footmen bowed at the realization of your presence. Crowley always reminded you that you need not do that, for you were their queen now, but you had become so used to it from before you had gained the prestigious title that you could not quit the habit of doing so.

“Was your trip quite pleasant, my queen?” One of the footmen asked with a grin as he and the other prepared to open the doors for you. You smiled back instantly; he was one of the few demons that had absolutely adored you from the moment that he had laid eyes on you, hand-in-hand with Crowley.

“Most definitely,” you replied, gesturing to the books that you had bought from a quaint little shop that you had discovered. “I had found earlier that the library has a great need to be restocked. And please, call me Y/N.”

“As you wish. You do not need to be going on such excursions, Y/N, for someone else could do so for you. I am sure that it would reduce the King’s worry for you, as well as his subjects’.”

Your grin faltered at his words, for most of Crowley’s subjects didn’t take a liking to you at all; they always made that quite obvious whenever you strode past them. You managed to bring the corners of your mouth back up, although the smile was tight-lipped. “Perhaps, but it is nice to breathe in the fresh air that I do not get in the kingdom.”

After a nod of thanks when the doors were fully open, you strolled through them and entered into the impressive entrance hallway. There were no demons around, and you were grateful for the silence that was sure to be broken in due time. You considered bringing the books that you had bought into the library and reading in the rare quiet, but then, you also enjoyed the idea of reading on your throne in the throne room, where you were untouchable with your crown on top of your head.

A decision was made for you when your handmaiden came rushing down the stairs at the sound of your entrance, but it wasn’t one that you had been planning on. She took in the sight of you in a t-shirt and denim, and her eyes were almost horrified. You almost laughed at this; she was another one that cared about you a lot, especially your appearance.

“My queen,” She dropped into a curtsy that was much more refined than your own. “You must allow me to lead you to your bedchamber. Your husband snuck to Scotland while you were gone, and has brought you such a gorgeous surprise.”

Curiosity flooded you as you agreed to follow her immediately to your bedroom, the only one in the entire home because you were the only one who needed sleep. She opened the doors to your room, and was so excited that one would think the surprise was for her as she gestured to a long box sitting on the blood-red duvet that covered your bed.

“I promise that I did not peek at what he gave you, but the temptation was almost to great to bear,” she babbled about as you slowly lifted the lid with raised eyebrows. “Mr. Crowley did say that he knew that it would look absolutely stunning on you, and he wishes to see it for himself on you when he returns.”

You could barely hold back your gasp when what he had gotten for you was revealed, and your handmaiden practically squealed in exhilaration for you. Inside of the box was a crimson dress with black ribbon and lace trim; it was something perfectly suited for a queen. You were hesitant, though; the last time that Crowley had gotten you an extravagant present, you had heard his subjects complain about how you were distracting the King from what needed to be done in Hell.

Your grave countenance made your handmaiden stall in her rejoicing, and your words did even more so. “Oh, I don’t know. Why not save it for a special occasion?”

She openly gaped at you. “You know that I must insist that you wear it, my queen–” You gave her a pointed look. “–Y/N. Mr. Crowley looked quite eager to see such a lovely garment on you, who will look quite beautiful in it.”

Thoughts bounced around in your head, both positive and negative, while you decided how to respond, your handmaiden’s eyes wide and eager on you. Finally, you sighed in defeat and nodded, much to her delight. “Very well, but only because I do not want to ruin this great excitement of yours.

Even though it was a laborious thing for your handmaiden to do with all of the ribbon that was required to be tied and tightened, the gown was on your frame in almost no time at all. She stood back while you spun around in front of a mirror, her eyes bright and dreamy, and you made a mental note to give some of your older dresses to her later, as a reward for such enthusiasm and her hard work. You had to admit to yourself that you looked fairly splendid in this new dress, and couldn’t wait to show it off to your husband once he returned to your home.

“You must go to the throne room at once!” Your servant exclaimed, skipping forward. “The subjects should have a chance to revel in your beauty!”

You thought about protesting, you really did, but ultimately made the decision not to. It was obvious that she didn’t want to fight it out with you, but would if she had to. You would have allowed her as well, just to see how your arguments could fare against hers, but you knew that her heart was in the right place. She knew just how terribly a lot of the demons thought of you, and always jumped at the chance to convince you to show off how you would not be affected by them. You hoped that Crowley would give her a promotion soon so that she could wander Earth, and promised her silently that you would talk with him about it later.

“Of course,” you replied, and curtsied deeply in front of her. She flushed with pride at the gesture, and did the same back. “Thank you so much.”

She knew that your thanks went farther then helping you dress, and nodded happily. “You are very welcome, Y/N.”

You soon found yourself in front of the throne room doors, and made sure to hold your head high and straighten your posture before they were opened for you. The demons scrambling about instantly moved to the side in surprise when you walked in, and the corners of your mouth twitched. You always made sure that you weren’t announced before you strode in, just in case the subjects speaking amongst themselves about you.

Almost immediately, your crown was presented to you on a rouge cushion; it was one of gold and adorned with rubies, and you always felt regal whenever it was placed on top of your head. Once it was, you walked with poise towards your throne, even though you could just feel the poisonous stares of disdain on your back as you did. You then turned and sat down with your back straight against the throne, watching as the demons resumed their normal work after bowing and curtsying with little to no enthusiasm. You had to hold yourself back from sighing as you looked at Crowley’s usual spot, hoping that he would be back soon.

Your attention was soon caught by a group of demons that had clustered near the doors, murmuring amongst themselves and sneaking glances at you when they thought you were distracted by others who didn’t mind you as queen inquiring about your opinions on certain decisions that were to be made.

“Excuse me,” you called, pointing to the suspicious faction. You were proud that you were able to keep your voice steady as you spoke. “If there is anything that you would like to say, I wish that you would direct it towards me personally.”

It took a moment, but one of the demons stepped forward with a sneer. “There is nothing that we would want to discuss with a vile human being.” The tone of his voice stung you, but you didn’t allow it to affect your physical features. “We haven’t an idea how the King became involved with such an unpleasant creature.”

“You m-must forgive me,” You stuttered a bit, biting your lip. “I do not understand why you disapprove of me so wholly.”

“Well, we don’t understand why a king would make one of the most disgusting creations ever to exist his queen,” Another demon spoke. “He cannot even run Hell without distractions that you cause, always feeling the absurd need to leave and buy things for a worthless, despicable human.”

Your throat grew tight enough so that you couldn’t speak in your defense, and you couldn’t help the tears that flooded your eyes and made your vision blurry. Quite a few demons laughed at the sign of your weakness, and you wanted nothing more but to flee the room.

“Thank you for sharing your feelings with the rest of the group.”

All of the heads in the room snapped up, including yours, when the voice of Crowley, seething with anger, filled the room. All of the subjects were quick to bow, each of their countenances filled with fright as the King sauntered over to the group.

“M-My King,” The first demon that had spoke out against you bowed again, gulping forcefully. “I apologize–”

“Oh, shut up,” Crowley said in annoyance, and with a wave of his hand, all of the demons in the group were basically choking on their own tongues. “Out.” The footmen guarding the door marched in to lead the demons out by force while you and the rest of the demons looked on. Crowley then looked around at the others with a glare that could shake the earth. “I said, out!”

The remaining demons hurried to make themselves scarce at the threat underlying in the single word. Once they had disappeared and the throne room’s doors were slammed shut, Crowley immediately walked over to you and put his hands on your face. He was overwhelmingly gentle with you as he wiped away the tears that you hadn’t realized has fallen from your cheeks, obviously holding back the rest of his anger as he kneeled in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he told you with sorrow and guilt, feelings that he only shared with you and you only. “If I had known that making you my queen would cause problems with my demons. I would have gotten rid of them the moment I had asked you. I promise that they will be dealt with severely, and will have all of eternity to pay for what they have said about you.”

“But what if they’re right about me?” you asked him sadly, saltwater rising in your eyes again. “I’m just a human, and I am distracting you from your duties as King.”

Crowley stared at you for a moment, and then leaned forward to place an uncharacteristically tender kiss on your lips before speaking just mere centimeters from your mouth. “You are certainly not a distraction, Y/N, but if you were, you would be the most pleasant distraction that I have ever encountered. But if you are wary in your position as my queen, I will wait for as long as necessary as you live your life on Earth.”

“Of course I’m not wary, Crowley,” You pressed a deeper kiss to his mouth before continuing, a hint of a smile on your face. “There is nothing I would rather be than your queen, because I love you too much.”

“I love you, too,” Crowley grinned. “And I must say, that dress is very becoming on you. Whoever bought it with the intention of you wearing it, my love?”

You rolled your eyes at his joking, shrugging your shoulders nonchalantly. “Oh, only the most powerful king to ever exist. It’s not a big deal, really.”

Crowley took your hand and slowly kissed each knuckle, allowing each kiss to linger on your skin. “Well, then, he must be quite lucky to have you.”

Laughing, you nodded happily. “And I am very lucky to have him.”


I have been a traditional and digital artist long before being a textile artist - so here’s something new to show even more of what I can do!

CUTIE PIE ZIPPER POUCHES! Professionally printed with artwork by yours truly.  
Made from high quality polyester, fully lined, and even padded to protect your items! Big enough to carry your 3DS (but not XL, I am ordering larger sizes though!), your smartphone, makeup, money/cards, or anything you could think of!

These pouches are test prints, I have new ones on their way to me which will be available VERY soon.

Pouches are available in my etsy shop! (Little Pumpkaboo currently not in stock but restocking soon.)
Please let me know what you think and other prints you’d like to see!