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[gunilslaugh]

Vanilla Latte

Kim Jungsu Summary:Jungsu works as a barista at the coffee shop you frequent. The two of you haven’t spoken that much, you just know that he’s the one who tops your vanilla latte with a heart. (non idol au) WC:~1.6k Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner.

The very familiar bell chimes as you open the door to your favorite coffee shop. The warm and comforting aroma of coffee filled your senses.

“Vanilla latte?” Jiseok, a barista, asked you with a bright smile from where he was currently wiping down a table. You nodded your head in confirmation along with giving him a small smile. “Coming right up,” he told you. You head over to your usual table and make yourself comfortable. 

Soon enough the sweet scent of your vanilla latte fills your nose. The gently clink sound of the cup meeting the table pinged in your ears and your eyes take notice of the delicate heart floating on top of your drink. 

“Oh,” you let out a small sound recognizing the heart. That heart only meant one thing. “Jungsu,” you say, shifting your gaze from your latte in front of you to the barista standing right beside you. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he smiled delicately at you. His smile is as delicate as the heart on your coffee. “Enjoy,” he tells you, motioning to your drink. 

“I will, thank you.” Jungsu gives you a small nod then proceeds to make his way back over to the counter. Your eyes watch him as he disappears into the room behind the counter. You turn back to your vanilla latte, having a small smile etched onto your face. You carefully pick up the warm cup, bringing it to your lips and taking a sip, letting the sweet liquid dance across your tastebuds. Carefully, you set the cup back down onto the table. 

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“Why does y/n get a heart and not us?” your friend asked, after peering at the three cups sitting directly in front of each of you. 

“What?” you questioned confused, leaning to look at either of your friends drinks. It was true they didn’t have a foam heart sitting on top, but tulips. “Hmm,” you hum. 

“It’s fine I think the tulip is prettier than the heart,” your other friend states. 

“But I think a heart is more special,” your friend said. 

“Well then there’s your answer. The barista has a crush on y/n,” your friend playfully teased. 

“I’d believe it,” Seungmin, another barista of the shop, suddenly intruded. “Jungsu only tops y/n’s vanilla latte with a heart.” 

That’s how you found out that Jungsu was the one responsible for decorating your vanilla latte with a heart.

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You never asked Jungsu why he topped your lattes with a heart. Though you can’t deny a spark of happiness lit up inside of you anytime you saw the white heart decorating your drink. Even if a heart is one of the simple latte arts, your friend was right it did feel special. Maybe that’s just because Jungsu is the one who makes it for you though. 

Truthfully you didn’t know much about Jungsu. If you really compact it down you suppose you mainly know two things about him. One, he works at your favorite coffee shop. Two, he always tops your vanilla lattes with hearts. If you elaborate, maybe you know quite a few things about him. You think he likes having his hair dyed blonde. He’s tried every shade of it from platinum to dirty. He always has to check three times that he pushed the lever all the way on the coffee machine. (There was a horrible incident one time that left the floor covered in sticky coffee.) He refuses to put the muffins by the bagels in the display window. He is always nervous when he has to carry multiple drinks over to a table using a tray. You’ve heard a rumor from the other baristas that he’s quite talented with a keyboard and that he has an angelic singing voice. He likes cats. You’ve seen him feed some strays in the side alleyway. Giving them gentle pets on their heads as they drink the milk he poured into a small bowl for them. 

Mayhaps you knew quite a lot about Jungsu.

There was one thing you didn’t know about Jungsu though or didn’t remember rather. The first time you met him wasn’t at the coffee shop. No, it was several years ago. An extremely rainy day. With teardrop after teardrop racing down to the ground. Jungsu was not having a good day. He sat on the edge of a curb soaked in rain. He was freezing, but at least the falling rain covered the tears that fell from his eyes.

That was until the raindrops stopped pelting him. Jungsu looked up to see an umbrella covering him.

“You shouldn’t sit in the rain, you'll get sick,” you tell him. 

“Oh umm..I know I-” Jungsu stammers out, awkwardly standing up. You readjust the umbrella to make sure that it covers him. 

“Here, you can have it.” You hand the umbrella over to him. 

“No, what about you?” Jungsu denied taking the umbrella. 

“It’s ok. I’m with my friends over at that coffee shop,” You pointed across the street to the coffee shop. “I don’t need it. You can have it.” Again you hand the umbrella over to him. This time he carefully takes it. 

“Thanks,” he says.

“And…” You drift off as you stop to dig in your coat pocket. “Here.” You pull out a heart shaped chocolate. Jungsu stared at the heart shaped chocolate in the palm of your hand. After a few moments his fingers delicately pick up the chocolate, fingers gently brushing against your palm. “There you should feel better now. I just gave my heart to you,” you lightly flirted. Jungsu laughs at your unexpected words.

“Thanks,” he says with the tips of his ears turning red. 

“I know life gets hard and we can’t feel happy everyday, but there are little things to smile about everyday.” You point to the little heart in his hand. “I hope you feel better. I’ll get going now.” 

“Thanks again,” Jungsu thanks you. You nod before walking out from under the umbrella, using your hands to shield you from the falling rain and hurry back over to the coffee shop.

Jungsu watches you disappear into the shop. He looks at the umbrella shielding him from the rain then looks down at the heart chocolate in his hand. You ran out of the warm coffee shop into the cold rain just to give a guy you don’t even know an umbrella and cheer him up too. Jungsu looks back over to the coffee shop. Maybe he’s the one who gave you his heart. 

Safe to say when Jungsu saw that that very coffee shop was hiring a few days later he didn’t even think twice before applying. 

Jungsu can’t blame you for not recognizing him. He knows he looked like a complete mess that day. He just hoped that one day maybe you would recognize him as he gave his heart to you with every vanilla latte you ordered. 

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“Thanks,” you smiled at Jungsu as he placed your vanilla latte in front of you.

“Of course, enjoy,” he told you. You take a moment to stare at the delicate foam heart on your latte before your eyes turn to look back at Jungsu at the counter. That same smile on your face as you go take a drink of your latte. 

The quiet atmosphere of the coffee shop is suddenly greeted by the sound of drizzling rain. At first you found that the gentle sound of the rain added to the coziness of the shop. That was until you realized that you don’t have an umbrella.

“Crap” you whisper under your breath. You started to debate just waiting out the rain, but suddenly Jungsu was by your side again. 

“Here,” he said, holding out an umbrella. An umbrella that you recognized. 

“Hey I used to have an umbrella just like this,” you stated grabbing the umbrella.”I gave it to this guy a few years ago though. He was out in the rain without an umbrella,” you explained. 

“I know…he was out crying in the rain. You ran out of the coffee shop to give him your umbrella and chocolate heart,” Jungsu said. 

“How did you-” Your words cut short as you look at Jungsu, really look at him. You look back to the umbrella in your hand. It was your umbrella. The one that you gave to the guy those years ago. 

“You gave me your heart that day,” Jungsu says, proving to you that he indeedly is that guy who was crying out in the rain. You look over to your now nearly empty latte cup. The heart is long gone, but now it made sense. Why Jungsu always topped your vanilla lattes with a heart. “And I’ve been giving you mine with every vanilla latte I made you,” he confesses. 

“I feel stupid now,” you laugh. “How could I not recognize you?”

“It’s ok, I definitely wasn’t looking my best that day,” he joked. 

“Still I should recognize the guy I gave my heart to,” you say playfully. The tips of Jungsu’s ears go red just like the day you first said that to him.

“Well now that you know…can I take you out on a date?” he asked shyly. 

“I would like that” you agree. 

“Finally!” Jiseok shouts from behind the counter. “You have no idea how hard it was to keep my mouth shut about those vanilla latte hearts,” he says sinks onto the counter. 

“I know! I thought all those months ago when I spilled to y/n and their friends that Jungsu only topped y/n’s lattes with hearts that something would happen, but no I was only able to continue to watch as Jungsu kept making those lovesick hearts,” Seungmin chimed it. Jungsu’s cheeks blush as he tells the guys to be quiet. 

Now you know that the delicate heart that decorated your vanilla lattes felt special because Jungsu made it with love.

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[spineless-lobster]

I am not the divine masculine or the divine feminine I am the divine comedy and you will address me as such

[pangur-and-grim]

one thing that took me embarrassingly long to learn is "sometimes when people say things, they will not be true."

I used to tell people about this revelation and they'd be like yeah.....duh.....but like, why wouldn't my base assumption be that you're communicating to me in a straightforward manner. anyway, I get scammed a lot.

[beastwhimsy]

a project I finally got around to finishing!! the mane 6, inspired by their earlier generation counterparts, within a medieval fantasy style setting. please don't repost without permission! you just need to ask.

some fun facts:

fluttershy is half unicorn here!! that's why she has the deer-like build and slightly long tail.

rarity is half horse

applejack is fully just a horse.

pinkie and rainbow are the only true ponies

their jobs (in the order shown in the lineup) are royal messenger, royal jester, royal menagerie keeper, royal tailor, royal orchard farmer and Queen Celestia's Most Specialest Student.

in this au, they all met due to working within the castle grounds.

in this au, celestia is queen, luna is still banished, and twilight is discouraged from making friends as it distracts her from her studies. she is celestia's heir and grew up in the castle.

they are all marekissers. lol

[youthofpandas]

What’s up with how the dunmeshi fandom just lies about this kind of stuff all the time. It is easily confirmable information that it was a monthly series, something incredibly common in the industry.

A not weekly magazine schedule is literally common !! Especially in the seinen shoujo and josei demographics, sometimes monthly, sometimes biweekly, sometimes every two months, sometimes seasonal! Please stop lying about how Dunmeshi was some special unique creation that defies all standards of manga just to hype it up because it is so clear that every single one of these comparisons is centered around Weekly Shonen Jump (and understand that SJ has many magazines under its brand that are monthly or semimonthly). Not everything is WSJ and it needs to stop being the only point of reference in conversations like this 🤧

[isjasz]

[mob killing noises] BAM!!!!1111!!

[snarkspawn]

based ofc on this

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.

It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.

[waywardstation]

Look for anything (or anyone) that could be familiar

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[chloesimaginationthings]

Can’t spell “Five nights at Freddy’s” without GAY

(Based off @/flashcs5 post)

[hellspawnmotel]

intimacy between an evil spiteful building-sized supercomputer and the lone scientist left behind after everyone else ditched and forgot about her (in which computer wants to kill scientist really bad but her programming wont let her so she just attempts to make her as miserable as possible instead, which also doesn't work because scientist is a freak)

[nikki-rook]

smitten | adjective | smit·​ten deeply affected with or struck by strong feelings of attraction, affection, or infatuation

[vaszametili]

obiwan leades anakin to the council 21 BBY holophoto in color

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.