#I'd love to roast him on a daily

[ndostairlyrium]

super futile post but sometimes I think about Falon'Din and just wish he was included somewhere

In my head there's a picture of this tyrant that twirls their moustache and cackles maniacally as he pets a weird white animal, like an Austin Powers version of a Bond villain

Mythal at one point was so exhausted with his and Elgar'nan's shenanigans that she had to intervene (shocker). "Dude you and your dad are insufferable and you're incapable of throwing hands, just send your best guy to fight with his best guy so we all can have one (1) full night of sleep" [source]

In my imagination, the scene plays like that Raiders of the Lost Ark duel, with Falon'Din still arguing that the other champion shot (slashed??) first even centuries later

"That was an irregular blow and you know it!" gets set on fire*

"You have to agree with me or I'll throw a tantrum" gets himself a pair of wings [source] and knowing how extra this guy is, the wings are totally literal.

"Oh, my followers will love this" literally doesn't care about his followers, but he needs someone that compliments him and his weird white animal so he's gonna collect them all from unethical sources like a deranged Team Rocket grunt

This annoyed every other evanuri (Mythal) so much that Mythal had to rally them up to knock on his door and put him down themselves, or else he would steal or kill the majority of their followers [source]

I'd love to be a fly on the wall and watch him annoy the living hell out of his siblings

[loosesodamarble]

Hi I am in love with your work!

I would like to ask for Nacht just being with his partner like doing anything. You can write it however you want and do whatever. Please and thank you.

Thank you for your patience on this request~! And I hope you don't mind that I made it a part of my Nacht birthday post surge.

..........

Nacht Faust x Reader Daily Life

You and Nacht were dating, simple as that. His position as vice captain didn't matter to you same as how Nacht didn't care what job you had as long as you felt fulfilled doing it.

After a long time dating, Nacht asked if you wanted to move into a shared home.

You asked if he just wanted to get out of living with the Black Bulls. Nacht did admit that it was part of his reason for asking, but he genuinely did want even more time with you.

With a laugh, you agreed to move in. From there, you and Nacht slowly developed a shared routine.

Your day would begin with you and Nacht waking up in bed together.

Some mornings, you two were cuddled up close. Or at least you would be clinging to Nacht. Other days, you'd wake up nearly half off the bed while Nacht was perfectly centered on his half of the bed, unmoved like a corpse.

Both of you were late risers. Nacht because he often worked late into the night. You because your circadian rhythm was never functioning apparently.

Nacht was the one to lay out clothes for the both of you and toss your rumpled sleepwear in separate hampers.

"C'mon Nacht, I can do our laundries together," you said once only for him to hide his dirty clothes from you for two weeks. Guess you needed to date a little longer before you were allowed to wash his undergarments.

If either of you had troubles brushing out your hair, you helped each other.

You were in charge of prepping the morning coffee. You'd tried Nacht's roast once and swore it left you unable to taste anything but bitterness for two days.

If Nacht had a day off or simply stayed for more of the morning, you two made breakfast together.

.....

"What're you putting in the eggs?" Walgner asked while perched on your shoulder one morning.

"They're called spices," you stated before elaborating. "They make food taste even better by giving the flavor more depth."

"So are they all spicy like the 'hot sauce' stuff that Master doesn't like?" the devil questioned.

"Not at all! Some have a kick of spice but others are earthy. And others have a sour flavor."

"What's that one there?" Walgner pointed to the bottle in your hand.

Before you could answer, Nacht plucked Walgner off your shoulder. "That's enough, little one. Let them cook in peace."

Walgner let out a shrill sound like a hiss mixed with a bird's warble. Which, while you didn't really understand devils, felt appropriate. Nacht began to scold Walgner more which made you clap a hand over your mouth. You, like most people, thought devils to be incarnations of evil. But there Nacht was, chiding the devil who was small enough to fit in his palm as though the creature were a mischievous child.

.....

On days where the two of you had work, you and Nacht parted with a gentle "see you later" or "take care."

Goodbye kisses felt like too much, even after all the time you'd spent together and the kisses you'd already had. So you two settled with parting words.

While you were at work, you'd sometimes see the head of one of devils poke out from your shadow. They were checking up on you and you'd silently wave to them as to not get distracted at the workplace.

The Black Bulls knew of your existence. You'd even been invited to a party with them a few times before. But Nacht still didn't speak about you too much with them.

"I'd hate to flaunt my successful relationship in front of you folks," Nacht would taunt. That or he'd say "I can't share too much or else you'll try to steal them away from me."

It wasn't malicious by any means but the Bulls were a little annoyed that Nacht resisted every attempt they made to make him talk and bring out the sweet boyfriend side that you claimed Nacht had.

You also kept the relationship on the down low. After all, talking too much about Nacht could arouse unease with people who didn't understand the Black Bulls or devils.

Even so, your co-workers knew you had a sweetheart and complimented you on finding a good partner.

After the work day concluded, you and Nacht tended to meet either at a park or the marketplace near your home.

If you met at the park, you two would unwind with a stroll and discuss your days. You envied Nacht and all the adventures he went on. But you weren't the type to be a Knight so you were content to live vicariously through his retellings.

If the market was the meeting place, you two would shop for any necessities like groceries, cleaning supplies, or perhaps new home decor.

.....

"We don't need to worry about your, uh, pets...?" You cringed and felt yourself heat up, unsure of how you came off with the term.

"Yes, let's go with that while we're in public," Nacht whispered back to you. "And what about them?"

"If we get carpet or curtains..." You were eyeing a curtain set with a charming vine pattern but weren't confident enough to buy it. "We don't need to worry about them chewing or scratching up anything, right?"

"Snrk! Ah ha..." Nacht threw his head back. "Ahahahahahaa!"

You reeled back and gazed wide-eyed at Nacht. Even months in the relationship, more than a year even, you'd yet to hear Nacht make a sound like that. Sure he laughed, but it had always been one of those controlled, gentlemanly chuckles. His smile, too, was brand new to you.

"N-Nacht?" Now you were burning up. But not in embarrassment. Rather, you were blushing from awe. Your normally handsome but icy boyfriend was looking radiant like a full, silver moon. "Are you-?"

"Ah ha!" Nacht suddenly doubled over and wiped the corner of his eyes. "Oh dear, no worries! It's fine!" He held your shoulder, beaming at you like a fairy tale prince. "It's... They're house trained." He exhaled heavily and blinked a few times before his face showed confusion. "What?"

Shaking your head, you looked away. "Nothing!"

.....

You two would return and dinner would be prepped.

Cooking with Nacht was a pain sometimes because half the time, he forgot to let you know when he moved an ingredient or tool for him to make use of. And so you'd flail for a bit looking for a bottle of oil or the edge of the cutting board only for Nacht to pass it to you using his magic.

But you preferred working together over cooking alone or simply watching him cook. Doing it by yourself was overwhelming at times, even though cooking for two wasn't that bad. And watching Nacht cook was... He couldn't innovate in the kitchen at all and so watching him glance between a recipe card and the actual food gave you secondhand embarrassment.

Ever since you two moved in together, Nacht insisted on doing dishes on his own. Or rather, to leave the job to him and the devils. Apparently all their time together in Spade (and before) taught them at least how to do some chores together as a unit.

You peeked at them during the task once and it was the cutest thing you'd laid eyes on.

Nacht always had a mug of tea before bed, a bit of a ritual for himself. And while he sipped tea, you'd be soaking in the tub to ease your body in preparation for sleep.

Nacht did have to save you from drowning a couple of times. But that was because work had been especially tough those days so you were really out of it.

You two got into your pajamas and then settled down in bed together. Nacht typically brought a book or packet of paperwork with him, keeping himself occupied until the end.

Your favorite nights were when Nacht didn't have anything with him and you could reach your hand out to hold his. Although his skin was always cold to the touch, you felt comforted when your fingers intertwined with his at night.

Days where both of you had off from work didn't occur too often but when they did, you and Nacht took advantage of that time.

Usually, you two would use Nacht's Shadow Magic to whisk you off to another town to enjoy the sights, sounds, and flavors of a new place.

Nacht happily took advantage of his magic that way. You'd spent your whole life in one city and now he was letting you explore the kingdom.

.....

"Maybe one day I can take you to another kingdom," Nacht suggested.

"Wouldn't that be a big strain on your magic though?" As much as you appreciated Nacht's effort, you didn't want him to do that much for you. "Besides... I'm starting to feel bad that I can't do anything as grand for you so..."

Nacht sighed before saying your name. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes.

"I'd really prefer it if you didn't do anything grand for me. Besides, my teleporting ability isn't something remarkable to me. It's just something else that I can do to make you happy, like cooking together or brushing your hair."

Nacht then leaned over and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"Maybe what I can do with my magic feels like a blessing to you. And similarly, being with you is a miracle for me. So just continue to love me and continue letting me love you."

You and Nacht locked eyes. His gaze was gentle, enough to make the tears in your eyes finally fall, though with a feeling different from what made them initially form.

"I love you..." You whispered suddenly. You didn't know why but the words came to you and you had to speak them.

"I love you too..." Nacht’s voice was full of love.

Slowly, you two leaned in for a kiss. A shy, tender kiss that silently repeated the emotion you two had just spoken. It was a reconfirmation of what you both knew and wanted. To love and be loved. By each other.

[protect-daniel-james]

(Food)moodbars for some ships

(because I often associate the ships with certain "domestic" aspects, even if I never write about those).

Ange x Poch

a feast for the senses

lots of different textures that can be enjoyed through vision, taste, smell, and touch

lots of liquids and "runny" foods or dips that can be ... dripped and licked easily, or used as a dip. yoghurt, honey, olive oil, grease from the barbecue, beshamel sauce... Surely I don't have to explain how these can be used, do I?

lots of cooking happening at home at all times

Ange has an apron he wears with nothing underneath

they're both actually great cooks, and use food as a love language, comfort(ing) thing/sexual foreplay

Eddie x Jason

no time to cook

no time to eat "properly"

lots of takeouts, sandwiches, gas station foods

occasionally dinner in a local pub, but Eddie doesn't like crowds so they just stay at home and order Chinese

not exactly peak health™ but they often go without lunch or with a very light lunch since they're keeping themselves busy during the day, so they deserve a hearty/fried/greasy meal in the evening

breakfast consists of black coffee because neither of them can be bothered. besides, they go straight to the gym at the training ground, and then they just forget about breakfast and go on about their day

(Eddie keeps some treats for JT in his office desk though)

Graham x Thomas

very autumn-like?

usually very simple, often cold (sandwiches, bread, cheese) dinners, but made from super fancy and really high-quality ingredients

when the time allows (and especially in winter), they have a proper roast dinner or something similar from the Danish cuisine

when they go on long hikes, they would have the proper British fry-up for breakfast, and then stop in a random countryside pub for lunch/dinner

they just love to sit around in the evening with fancy craft beer and chill, watch a TV series, or read

Franko x Jamie

do I have to say anything? (I'd rather not)

absolutely unhinged choices

pretty much the same as leaving an eight-year-old in charge of choosing what to eat

they do unimaginable things with the food

their wives can't control their diet and they go WILD (especially Franko, Jamie still loves bacon - I assume his wife is a vegetarian or vegan and made any meat a forbidden item at home lol)

once Franko went to Everton, his eating habits went downhill - without Christine's watchful eye and without a proper home (I assume he stayed in a hotel), he ordered KFC and greasy pizza almost daily, to the point of having stacked boxes and buckets in his room (he had to quickly hide or throw them away when his Wife came to visit him. maybe he didn't bother with hiding them from Anthony, and Anthony thought it was fucking pathetic and sad for an aging man to be living and eating like this.... Frank doesn't even bother taking Anthony somewhere nice for dinner like he used to do with Mason)

[hendolish]

one more request 🫣 this time for our beloved Hendo n Jack 🥰

How about Jack is a barista serving coffee in a cafe and Hendo works in a nearby neighborhood and started visiting the joint on a daily basis. They slowly start to interact and one thing leads to another.

jack grealish/jordan henderson | coffee shop au ♡

Jack's mornings at the café are a symphony of clinking mugs, the hiss of the espresso machine and the gentle hum of conversation. He's the maestro behind the counter, orchestrating caramel macchiatos and double-shot lattes with effortless precision. His mornings are rhythmic, predictable, until the day Jordan walks in.

Jordan, a daily patron with a fondness for Americanos, strolls in with the confident stride of someone who knows exactly what they want. The first time Jack catches a glimpse of him, it's a moment frozen in time—a fleeting second that sparks a subtle shift in the cadence of his routine.

The café's atmosphere buzzes with the aroma of freshly ground coffee as Jack takes Jordan's order. "The usual Americano, right?" he asks, his eyes meeting Jordan's.

A grin plays on Jordan's lips. "You remembered."

Jack can't help but smile back. "It's hard to forget a face that brightens up the place every morning."

From that day on, their interactions evolve beyond the confines of coffee transactions. A shared joke here, a casual conversation there. Jack learns about Jordan's coaching job in the nearby neighbourhood, and Jordan discovers Jack's passion for latte art. Soon, their mornings become moments to savour, more than just caffeine fixes.

As weeks pass, a playful banter weaves into their exchanges. Jack's proficiency with the milk frother becomes a source of amusement. "You're like a coffee wizard," Hendo teases, watching the delicate patterns Jack crafts on the surface of a latte.

Jack feigns offense. "Wizard? Please, I prefer the term 'caffeine connoisseur.'"

The cosy camaraderie blooms into something deeper. It's in the way Jordan lingers a little longer after receiving his coffee, the shared laughter that lingers in the air. Jack finds himself looking forward to the sound of the door chime heralding Jordan's entrance.

One day, as Jack hands over Jordan's cup, their fingers brush in a lingering touch—a silent agreement that there's something more brewing between them. And in that moment, the café becomes a backdrop to a story written in smiles, laughter and the unspoken promise of shared mornings.

Their connection grows beyond the confines of the café. As they discover each other's quirks and dreams, Jack realises that Jordan is not just a patron—he's become a muse, an unexpected melody in the daily rhythm of Jack's life.

In the quiet corner of the café, amidst the scent of roasted beans and the soft murmur of conversations, Jordan takes a leap. "How about we take our coffee somewhere else this weekend?" he suggests, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

Jack, his heart dancing as he leans across the counter, replies, "I'd love that." Jordan's grin blooms heartily in return.

♡

[carleyplays]

Daisy Bloom -- Sims in Bloom | Pt. 70

Realizing they desperately needed a break from the whirlwind of family life, Daisy and Don decided to take a vacation to Granite Falls, just the two of them. Daisy's Mom and Dad were recruited to look after the kids and the farm. With everything sorted, they packed their bags and set off for a much-needed retreat.

The moment they arrived at their cozy cabin nestled among the towering pines, they felt the weight of their daily stresses begin to lift. The air was crisp and fresh, the scent of pine needles and earth invigorating their senses.

During their vacation to Granite Falls, Daisy had a chance encounter with Nathan, the friendly park ranger she had met years ago. Nathan was as cheerful and welcoming as ever, and he was thrilled to see Daisy again.

"Hey, Daisy! Long time no see," Nathan greeted her with a warm smile as he approached the campsite one morning.

Daisy beamed back at him. "Nathan! It's so good to see you. How have you been?"

They chatted for a while, catching up on their lives. Daisy shared stories about her growing family and her life on the farm, while Nathan filled her in on the latest happenings in Granite Falls.

"How about we do some fishing? Just like old times," Nathan suggested with a grin.

Daisy's face lit up. "I'd love that!"

In the evenings, Don and Daisy sat by the campfire, roasting marshmallows and sharing stories. The crackling flames and star-filled skies created a magical ambiance, making them feel like they were in their own little world, far from the responsibilities that awaited them back home.

One night, as they sat together on a blanket under the stars, Daisy looked at Don and felt a wave of gratitude wash over her. "I feel like I can finally breathe," she said, her voice filled with contentment. "This was exactly what we needed."

Don smiled, pulling her close. "I agree. It's nice to just be us for a while. No distractions, no interruptions. Just us."

[survey--s]

691.

Do you like coffee? Yep, I need my twice-daily cup. Do your eyes ever twitch? Only when I'm really tired or concentrating really hard on something. Do you get excited when you get something in the mail that isn’t a bill? I never get anything in the mail that I haven't ordered myself, but yeah, I still get excited when my stuff arrives. What was the last thing you wrote by hand? Christmas cards.

Why did you last feel exhausted? I had a long day yesterday and I'm due my period which always makes me feel absolutely wrecked. I slept amazingly well last night though, haha.

Have you ever used emotional blackmail to get your own way? Sure. I think everyone has at some point, honestly. Emotional blackmail can be anything from turning on the tears. Has anybody ever used emotional blackmail on you? Yes. Assuming you have any, is your hair soft today? It's still damp from my shower but yes, it does feel soft. Who did you last worry about and why? Ollie. His owner messaged me saying he wasn't right the other night - he was fine when I dropped him off but it still makes me worry. Anyway, he was fine the next day so he must have just been tired. When are you next at work? January 2nd, 2024. I just closed for Christmas yesterday. Do you enjoy your work? I love my job but I was SO in need of a break lol.  Are you currently looking for a new place to live? Nope. When was the last time you ate/drank something gross just to be polite? Yeah, I don't do that. If I don't like something I'll just say it's not to my taste. But I have sensory issues and I would probably vomit if I forced myself to keep going. Can you see any toys from where you’re sat? Two cat toys - one is a feather on a wand thing and the other is a mouse on some string. Last time you heard a growl, who or what did it come from? Archie was growling in his sleep this morning. He always does when he's having a really vivid dream, ha. Does it bother you when you forget something that you should know? Sure, it can be frustrating.  What was the last thing you put off doing? Cleaning my car. I was going to do it yesterday but someone was parked outside so I couldn't get the power to reach and yeah, I just can't be bothered today lol. When did you last make up a baby’s bottle? Never. What was the last thing you cooked? I had spiced Tuscan bean soup for lunch. Do you eat your dinner at a dining table, coffee table or just off your lap? It depends on what I'm eating. If it's a sandwich or something I'll just eat off my lap, but if it's soup or something like a roast then I'll eat at the table. When did you last see the sea? Yesterday. I live two minutes drive from the sea. Which would you prefer as a view; mountains or the sea? We have both. I think if I had to pick between them I'd go with the sea, though. Do you have a mouse for your laptop? (Assuming you have a laptop) No. Do you apologise a lot? Not really. I actually find it quite hard to say sorry. Do you have any framed black & white photos in your home? Who are they of? We do not.

[jonquilandlace]

My youtube is currently flooded with videos of either -gen alpha wishing they were teenagers during the pandemic -people roasting gen alpha for wishing they were teenagers during the pandemic

As someone who turned 21 during the pandemic, first off it definitely wasn't as romanticized as the people wishing they were teenagers during it are imagining it was (like. my dad tried making me a whipped coffee one time and failed lmao, it was super sweet but no we did not have whipped coffee daily. I never made sourdough. I was struggling through some of my hardest college classes, just now online, was realizing my career path was about to shift entirely (I wanted to be a doctor, folks! And then the pandemic made me realize I did NOT want to deal with either being in a lab or being someone who had to respond to these situations permanently!) and also would regularly have panic attacks on my mom at about 2 am because circadian rhythm was not a thing that exists when you don't go outside and whoops my anxiety meds wore off and I still am not tired! My grandpa died during COVID in a nursing home. He had dementia and absolutely did not know what was happening, but the last time we got to see him was two days before the lockdown began, and even that was because I had heard of a case in the next city over from us and knew we needed to go see him or else we wouldn't get to. Thankfully (I say somewhat bitterly) he wanted cremated, so we finally were able to have a funeral for him last summer. I was absolutely terrified that if anyone in my family got COVID, we would die. We didn't get it for almost a year and a half, but we were exposed twice, and I legitimately cried myself to sleep over it repeatedly.)

But that said. I also feel like,,, the other side of it isn't quite right, either? Like there are things about the pandemic that I do admit to fucking missing. I miss being able to embroider in class. I miss my mom and I doing donut and coffee runs at least every other day because the drive throughs were safe (PLEASE respect essential workers, yall, they got hit so unfairly by this and the things I miss of the pandemic are heavily based on me being middle class and thus having the privilege to benefit from their work). I miss my cat sitting on my lap during meetings, and staying up until 2 am on the regular listening to soundtracks of musicals I'd never heard of before because there wasn't something to interrupt it. My parents are among the lucky few who still get to work from home, but I miss the even slight relief the stimulus checks gave us. As someone whose closest friends have never lived close to me, who live even further now, I miss Zoom game nights that now no one really wants to do anymore. (I will admit for my friend group there might be other reasons, ha, but the essence remains.) I know aesthetics are still a thing, and still a thing getting roasted, but I even loved that first week back to in-person uni, when "style" was so non-homogenous suddenly, when there wasn't a real "trend" because in lockdown everyone had just... done what they wanted! I came back in full Dark Academia blazers and button downs, and I sat across from someone dressed proto-Y2K and someone in cottagecore in my first class, and the difference was so much bigger than what you'd think if I said the same now! I miss the boy in my virtual creative writing class whose gimmick it was to sit next to a halloween skeleton in a hammock like they were roommates! I miss Among Us and Minecraft nights. I miss the (pre-corporate) Ratatouille the Musical phase of tiktok! I miss the sea shanty era! I miss wildlife coming back through cities they hadn't been in in ages, and pollution fading to where cities could see the stars. I miss just... making the best of it!

And yeah, this is absolutely romanticism! It's absolutely a sign of my privilege! But god, it was wonderful to have all this darkness and to see so many people trying so hard to bring back the light! The pandemic fucking sucked! But the human spirit during it was so beautiful nevertheless!

[bowserisgay]

I try not to look back but, why did my ex do that to me, she just completely manipulated me, she purposely cut me off from my friends, In the beginning she was wonderful, but honestly looking back at it all, I was an autistic kid who had parental issues. My parents were in screaming matches with each other all the time, like daily, and I swore I'd never be like that that I'd never yell. She eroded my boundaries, and would get mad if I didn't immediately comply, I was not allowed alone time, if I was free and I didn't want to be with her, she would claim I don't love her anymore, if I wanted to do anything that didn't fully align with her Interests she would complain and ask to leave, but if I was anywhere with her and I even said something like "I feel so awkward here" she would get mad and would degrade me all night. It's only looking back, with my codependency broken, that I can just see that she was so cruel to me, I remember no matter what I was always not doing good enough, and looking back, I felt like her servant, if she needed anything I would go out of my way to get it. God help me if I offended her in any way, I remember she asked for my opinion about her pot roast, and I sugar coated it as best I could but it was like flavorless, all you could taste was the apple cider vinegar that she had dumped in. And I shakily responded that it was alright, and that set her off and she threw shit around the kitchen. I think i've realized that she would have really hurt me if she was stronger, when she was mad at me she would sometimes punch my shoulder as hard as she could, which was enough to bruise me. I think honestly it was probably a bad sign she always would feign hits to, "pretend" to hit or kick me usually aimed below the belt, would stop short but a few times she actually connected, and I wonder if she was just seeing what she could get away with.

I must really annoy my boyfriend sometimes, because I have old habits still from this, I'm always preoccupied making sure he okay, but he's an adult I don't need to treat him like he can't tell me when something is wrong. I wish I could get this baggage out of my system, but I believe my OCD has me stuck. It will probably take time, but until then I'll still have things reminding me that I was treated like shit for 4 and a half years.

I wish the nightmares would stop

[servin-up-surveys]

survey #161

What’s the worst side effect you’ve had from a medication? In middle school, a medicine I'd started for either depression or bipolar symptoms resulted in me becoming a literal fucking demon around the time school would end; I'd go into school on cloud nine, hyper and happy as hell, but I was a kid my mom didn't even recognize when she'd pick me up around 3-ish, and for absolutely no reason. I was just insanely aggressive, snappy, permanently scowling, and all-around unpleasant. I did nooooot stay on the med long.

What has been the most effective medication you’ve taken, & what was it for? Latuda with Lamictal as a catalyst. It wasn't until I started this combination that I started to feel life in me after the breakup, and I absolutely consider it to have played a deep part in helping me climb out of my depression pit. That's when I really started to improve. I only ever stopped it because I guess my body got too used to it, because I stopped responding to it.

Do you keep your health issues private, or are you open about them? I'm pretty open about this stuff.

Do you have a service dog? No.

Do you know if you can have kids or not? I would assume so, I have a regular menstrual cycle and I've definitely gotten cramping around the times I should've been ovulating too, so.

What’s one med that has made you gain weight? Abilify, which I will fucking never touch again. It entirely murdered my metabolism and is one of the root causes of my initial extreme weight gain.

Have you ever felt unsafe in a hospital? Sure have, primarily the last time I was there waiting to go to the psych hospital and there was a very unstable man basically stuck there because no nearby hospitals would take him or something like that. He had to be regularly sedated. Even more than this case, while at the psych hospital last, I KNOW I've talked plenty about the man that was pure rapist material in there that would cross over onto the women's wing (the doors are supposed to stay locked, by the way) and literally roam down our hall peeking into the rooms like a total fucking predator, he was terrifying. He would heavily flirt with various women and was just fucking appalling, I can barely believe he was allowed in this section of the hospital, and the staff was so shit at ACTUALLY grabbing this man and MAKING him go back to the men's side, they'd just call to him but ultimately do nothing. I hate that hospital so motherfucking much, I can't believe it's still standing.

As a child, did you ever watch any shows on TV that were maybe too grown-up or a little inappropriate? Not in general, however I was totally obsessed with Jurassic Park 3, like I watched the movie SO many times, and the levels of gore may definitely be considered a lot for a young kid, but I handled it fine and it never made me really upset to see, plus my parents knew how much I fuckin' loved dinos, so they allowed it. I do wonder how I first saw it though, haha.

Do you remember how old you were, when you first began to use swearwords? Not the exact age, but I DO know I was definitely in 7th grade, however old I was then.

Are there any foods or beverages that you loved as a child but wouldn't touch as an adult? Uh maybe. I know as a baby I liked peas according to Mom, which I hate now and have for as long as I can remember.

Does anyone in your life use terms of endearment a lot when talking to you? Girt most of all, but also my mom, Girt's mom, I feel like Dad still does sometimes, and occasionally Mazzy and I think Tez will too.

Is there anyone that you communicate with daily, but not in person? Yes, Girt.

Have you discovered any new bands or singers lately, that you're into? No, it's pretty rare I do that, I'm one of those people that tends to stick to what I know, even if I do tend to enjoy new stuff when I chase it.

Have you ever carved a pumpkin before? How about roasting the pumpkin seeds? Yes, I REALLY want to get back into carving pumpkins this year! I've never roasted pumpkin seeds, however; I don't like pumpkins in any way as food.

Do you/have you ever played basketball? Yes, as a kid; besides dance, it's the sport I had the most fun with.

Have you ever owned a pet goldfish before? Only as a child and FAR from properly, I'm talking about those poor fellas you win at fairs and stuff.

Have you ever had a kidney stone before? No, and god I hope I never do, I know people say it's one of the most miserable experiences imaginable. My own mother has had them and she said recently in a relevant convo that she'd rather give birth to triplets than ever experience this again.

Do you like orange soda or orange juice? I like both, yes, ESPECIALLY orange cream soda!! That always takes me back to being a kid and hanging out at my neighbor's place; they tended to keep some brand of it. Man, I'd love to have one of those again.

Have you ever had orange chicken before? How was it? Yes, I don't like it. I generally dislike meat that has a sweetness to it, it doesn't sit right in my mouth.

Do you know how to say “orange” in another language? Haha I guess kinda, it's spelled the same in German, just obviously not pronounced the same. I actually googled it to ensure I was saying it right AND NOPE lmfao man it's been too long

Are your eyebrows thick? I think they look pretty average.

Do you have fat lips? No, another thing that looks pretty average to me, I've never heard a comment about their size.

How big are your hands? Normal in scale, but I do have long and narrow fingers; my hands in general are pretty slim and flowy, I've always been able to like, slide security bracelets from various places off whenever everyone else would need to like cut theirs off.

What is your idea of getting dressed up for oh say… a romantic dinner? I don't really have truly "fancy" attire, so I guess the only real difference would be me getting a shirt from my closet instead of dresser (I keep "fancier" stuff hung up in there versus folded and buried), and I'd likely put a necklace on. Maybe a little bit of perfume, dunno.

What kind of car(s) is parked in your driveway? It's some very old white Kia.

When is the last time you had ice cream? Sunday actually, at Girt's.

Are you white/black/Asian/Mexican/etc? I'm very white lol.

Ever known anyone who did business with a prostitute? Maybe, but I don't know about it.

Are your real parents divorced? If your parents are divorced, how old are your step-parents? Do you like your step-parents, or are they assholes? They're divorced as fuck/I can barely believe they were ever married, and only my dad has re-married since, and his wife is a year or two younger than him. She has asshole beliefs, being aggressively religious and a total bigot about it, but she's also always been good to my sisters and me, and Dad too.

[TW: DOMESTIC ABUSE] Ever had an abusive parent or other family member? If so, what’s the worst they did? Not in my immediate family, no, but I know I have one aunt that we're all pretty sure has been an emotionally abusive parent.

Got any step siblings? If so, how many? Are they annoying or cool? Kim (Dad's aforementioned wife) has one adult son, I think his name's Michael, but I reeeaaally don't know him well at all; he's quiet and very reclusive. Last I knew he still lived with them, but seeing as he has a baby coming now apparently, I have no idea what he's up to, where he's at, anything. I don't even consider him my brother whatsoever with how unfamiliar I am with him.

Are either of your parents engaged but not married yet? No, my mother hasn't even had an s/o following the divorce, which breaks my heart a fucking lot. I worry a lot for when I move out. No partner has ever loved her in a way she actually deserves and it's really upsetting.

Ever had to take care of a baby sibling? If do, did you feel responsible, or were you just annoyed? No, I was only barely two when Nicole was born, so I wasn't taking care of anybody lol.

Have you ever had a close friend get knocked up early? No.

Do you prefer baby boys or baby girls? Girls, I suppose. I know if *I* had a kid I'd absolutely want a girl over a boy for multiple reasons, but when it comes to just kids in general, it doesn't matter much.

Are you one of those losers that buy things with the letter of your name? Lol that's mean, but no, I was never into that.

What’s the highest up you’ve ever been? Uh I actually don't know. Either on an amusement park ride or just in a building.

Do you prefer to be outside or inside? I get more pleasure and peace being outside in weather I can tolerate well, but I'm more often comfortable inside because of AC.

Have you ever planted something? Yeah, a few times.

Do you believe in mermaids? No.

Do you like to be outside in the rain? No, I really hate the feeling of my clothes getting wet.

Does it snow where you live? Rarely; not even every year, and having a good snow that actually stays on the ground for a while is rarer. More than anything, we get mixed condensation, so all the rain just makes it melt.

What’s your favourite thing to do in the winter? Photograph snowy scenery.

What’s your favourite carnival ride? Of the general ones you can think of, probably the ferris wheel, even though I have bittersweet associations with it.

What’s your highest level of education? Some college.

What do you do for work? Sigh I still don't do anything, but I promise you I'm still looking very regularly on job-hunting websites. I know I'm being picky with it, but I have to be; I can't get a fourth job that's only gonna last three fuckin' days, I can't do that shit again, because I genuinely don't think I'll emotionally build up the courage to job hunt again and risk humiliating myself once more. I'll find something, eventually. In the meantime I'm still taking pictures...

How many countries have you been to? I've never left the USA. :/ One day I fucking will, I've got to man, I've got one visit on Earth that I know about and I wanna explore it, I can't only stay on the east coast of this crappy country my whole life.

What’s on your top five to travel to next list? It depends. I feel like my honeymoon is going to be my first real travel destination, which would be amazing if it could be somewhere in Alaska to see the Northern Lights well or Venice, Italy. Germany is a goal one day, but my #1 goal overall is South Africa one day to visit the Kalahari Meerkat Project. I'd also love to visit Ireland.

Do you like board games? I don't really, but I can enjoy them with other people every now and again.

Card games? I've found that I enjoy the sorts like Magic: The Gathering.

Are you afraid of cats? No, not at all.

Have you ever punched someone? No.

Apples or bananas? Apples.

Punk or metal? Metal, but like the last question, I enjoy both.

What’s your favorite flavor of soda, pop, or whatever else you call it? Usually strawberry.

What level of brightness do you usually keep your phone at? So during the day I keep it between 60-70%, I kinda just click that general area, but during the night, I turn it all the way to 0% so I don't burn my eyes out if I check the time during the night.

What time do you usually have dinner? It's usually somewhere 'round 5:30-6:00.

Do you need glasses to read or drive or need them all the time? I wear them all the time, except for obviously when I sleep.

What’s the best amusement park you’ve ever visited? I'm sure it's Disney World, I went as a very young kid, but my memories of it are faint. I know I had a blast, though.

Have you ever had a romantic fling? No, flings are not for me.

Are you a very forgetful person? Yes, my memory (particularly short-term) is just pure appalling for a 27-year-old, like I struggle SO BADLY to internalize information, whether it's important or not.

Are you in love? For sure.

Dream job? Successful wildlife/landscape/general nature photographer.

Are you an affectionate person? Yes, extremely.

You’re traveling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? I'd have to see what Girt thinks about this; I'd want him, but he's a major homebody and actually doesn't really like traveling, so the WHOLE world? I'm sure he'd get tired of it pretty fast. If he didn't want to come, I'd be very apprehensive about separating from him for so long anyway, but for the sake of the question I'd go with Mom, she'd fuckin love it.

[minisugakoobies]

Mugs & Kisses | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, Barista!AU, strangers to lovers

Rating: T

Warnings: kissing, Taehyung is a bit of a rapscallion, general silliness, this fic may cause your teeth to rot - my apologies to your dentists

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: SFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: Jungkook has something he'd like to tell you, but he can't find the words. So he's thought of another way.

A/N: I wrote this for ficscafe's au pairing event, using prompt fifty-two: ceo x barista ; where the barista unknowingly writes daily cute little messages on the cup of the richest person in the country. Put my own little spin on it, and set it at Christmas time because I am a sucker for holiday fluff. Unbeta'd as usual. I'd love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕

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The bell chimed as the door to the coffee shop swung open. Jungkook’s head popped up above the counter where he was crouching as he cleaned, looking around frantically to see if someone had just walked in.

“Don’t worry, it’s not her,” Taehyung’s low voice droned over his shoulder.

“It’s not?” Jungkook whipped his head around to gawk at his coworker, who leaned casually on the cash register in front of him, waiting for the customer in line to put away his phone and give his order. “I mean, uh, what are you talking about?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “Her. You know. The woman you’ve been making eyes at for the last month or so? Always comes in on Saturdays at this time of morning, always orders a caramel macchiato to go. And you always stare at her like a lovestruck puppy the entire time.”

Jungkook felt his face heating. Was he really that obvious?

He didn’t get a chance to refute Taehyung’s words before the door chimed again, and you swept in.

It must’ve started flurrying outside, Jungkook realized, from the snowflakes that dotted your hair and face, tiny drops of white that melted away as the heat of the coffee shop slowly thawed you. You peeled off your gloves and queued up behind Taehyung’s customer. He watched as you scanned the menu that hung on the wall behind him, eyes flicking back and forth as if mulling over your options, even though you always ordered the same drink.

Jungkook thought you had the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen.

“Kook,” Taehyung’s voice broke through his reverie. “Large dark roast, with one shot of espresso, to go, for Yoongi.”

Jungkook sprang into action. “Got it.” He snatched a cup, grabbed his fine tip marker, wrote “Yoongi” on it in loopy lettering, then set about making the drink. Once finished, he stepped to the end of the counter and called out “Yoongi!” A sleepy-looking man with pink hair wandered up and took his drink with a grunt that Jungkook assumed meant “Thanks.”

When he returned to his spot by Taehyung at his register, you were already placing your order.

“Medium caramel macchiato to go, please,” you chirped, your voice the sweetest melody to Jungkook’s ears.

Taehyung asked your name and you mentioned it as Jungkook remained rooted to the spot, gazing at you softly.

“Did you get that, Kook?” Taehyung repeated your name. Jungkook blinked and nodded, reaching for a cup and his marker. He started to write, then paused, thinking hard.

A minute passed.

“Uh, are you planning on making that drink anytime soon?” Taehyung asked, smirking at his friend. “Or did you want to ogle our customer a little more?” Jungkook glanced up, relieved to see that you had wandered off to wait for your drink, well out of earshot of Taehyung’s teasing. He shot his friend a dark look, then finished what he was writing and hurried off to make your drink.

You heard your name called out a minute later and walked up to the counter where the doe-eyed barista stood. He didn’t acknowledge you, focused on cleaning his equipment, but you thanked him anyway and picked up your cup. Stopping by the door to put your gloves back on, you shifted the drink in your hands, noting in happy wonder that, below your name, there was an intricate, beautifully etched snowflake, with “Stay warm!” scrawled beside it.

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A week later, an amused Jungkook watched as a pile of shopping bags on legs burst through the door of the coffee shop. It trundled up to the counter, a pair of bewitching eyes peeking over the tops of the packages.

��Hi!” your voice rang out. “Can I get a medium caramel macchiato, to go, please?” Your face appeared as you lowered the bags, gingerly juggling them as you attempted to reach for your wallet.

“Starting your holiday shopping?” Taehyung questioned as you handed him your card.

“Finishing it!” you trilled cheerfully.

“Wow, this early? It’s only the beginning of December! I’m impressed.”

You shrugged, a pleased smile crossing your lips. “I like to get an early start, beat the crowds.”

As you and Taehyung chatted, Jungkook’s hands worked swiftly, his marker flying over your cup. He half-listened to your conversation, wishing he could join in. You and Taehyung struck up an easy rapport, gabbing away while Jungkook worked on your order.

He envied the way Taehyung could talk to anyone. Jungkook sometimes found it hard to say what he was thinking, especially if he was excited. He’d get overwhelmed and the message would get mixed up, words jumbling together somewhere between his brain and his mouth.

When a beautiful woman like you got his heart racing, he’d lose his words completely.

He didn’t realize how long he was taking until Taehyung raised an eyebrow at him, silently asking what he was waiting for. Jungkook ignored him and scurried off to make your drink.

You managed to rearrange your purchases by the time your order was ready, giving yourself a free hand. As you reached for your cup, thanking the dark-haired barista who was once again occupied with wiping down his workstation, you giggled at the detailed drawing of a cute little elf, a tiny gift box in its hands with your name written across it.

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“Hoseok!” Jungkook called out, pushing a tray of drinks towards the edge of the counter.

“Jin!” He slid another tray forward.

Another busy Saturday in December. Only two weeks left until Christmas. The closer the holidays got, the more hectic the little shop became, gallons of coffee flying out the door as sleep-deprived shoppers fueled themselves for more retail madness.

Normally, this made Jungkook happy, because it meant the hours ticked by faster - and he usually left with bigger tips. But today, he wasn’t particularly enjoying himself.

He tried to convince himself that it had nothing to do with the fact that you hadn’t been in this morning, for the first time in weeks. That was certainly Taehyung’s theory, which he’d told Jungkook during their break, complaining that Jungkook’s sour mood was killing his “vibe,” whatever that meant. But he wouldn’t give Taehyung the satisfaction of agreeing with him.

Jungkook was in the middle of whipping up another tray of eggnog lattes when he heard Taehyung call out your name. As he dusted nutmeg over the drinks, he risked a swift peek at the register, where you stood talking at the blue-haired man taking your order. You were the last customer in line, which meant Taehyung could catch his breath and rest for a minute, before the next crowd shuffled in and the frenzy started all over again.

Jungkook quickly handed out the lattes, then hopped over to grab a cup for your order. Spotting a sly glance leveled his way, Jungkook understood with a sinking feeling that Taehyung was going to take advantage of the lull not to relax, but to bask in his favorite pastime - torturing Jungkook.

“I’m guessing you weren’t out shopping, since you are shopping bag free today,” Taehyung mused as he leaned towards you, resting his chin in his hand. “Not to mention you don’ t look like you’ve been fighting the crowds. No one who’s been out in those throngs could come in here looking as pretty as you do.”

Jungkook frowned as his marker swirled your name over the cup.

“Oh, no, I just needed my weekly fix of macchiato,” you answered, smiling sweetly in return. “I would’ve been here earlier this morning, but I slept through my alarm.”

“Late night?” Taehyung cocked an eyebrow.

You shot him a conspiratorial wink. “Oh yeah. This project I’m finishing for work kept me up all night.”

“Hmph, how rude of it. Well, I’m glad you came in. Wouldn’t be a good Saturday without my weekly fix of you.” He grinned, lips revealing a brilliant, boxy smile, hitting you with the full dazzling Taehyung charm.

Something that sounded like a rather annoyed grunt sounded from your left, and you turned to curiously eye the shaggy-haired barista standing next to Taehyung. He must’ve felt your gaze, because he suddenly looked up. As your eyes met, he froze.

You were struck by the thought that he very much resembled a deer caught in headlights.

After a few seconds, he seemed to snap out of it and spun on his heel, rushing off to make your drink. You cocked your head, wondering what that was all about.

“Sorry about him. Overcaffeinated. Hazard of the job.” Taehyung commented dryly.

You peered at the flirty employee standing at the register. “I’m sure it is.”

Your gaze kept snapping back to the tall barista crafting your drink. You watched him work in thoughtful silence, suddenly remembering something.

“Oh, do you have comment cards?” you asked Taehyung. “I wanted to tell your bosses how much I love the little holiday illustrations on your cups! They’re so cute and festive!”

Jungkook’s ears perked up. He tried to lean towards the conversation as unobtrusively as possible.

“The… holiday illustrations?” Taehyung repeated in a puzzled tone.

“You know, the drawings? Snowflakes and elves? I really like them.” You beamed. “They even look hand drawn, like a little personal touch. It’s a nice change from the plain cups.” Catching the confusion on his face, your smile began to falter.

“I have no idea what y-“

“Here you go, miss!” Jungkook cut Taehyung off as he set your drink at the end of the counter.

You strode towards the other handsome barista. As ever, his eyes were averted, but you caught a slight nod when you thanked him. Grabbing your drink, you twirled it in your hands until you saw your name. You grinned and brandished the cup towards Taehyung.

“I think this one is my favorite!” you giggled as you displayed a little reindeer, its antlers all tangled up in Christmas lights, the caption ‘Oh deer’ hanging above its head. “Thanks, guys!”

As the door closed behind you, Taehyung scrutinized Jungkook carefully, realization slowly dawning across his face. “Ohhhhhhh,” he crowed.

“Shut up,” Jungkook growled, walking away.

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“So, what will our artist-in-residence be sketching tomorrow, hmmm?” Taehyung teased Jungkook the following Friday. “Santa Claus? Christmas tree? Do you decide these things ahead of time, or do you find inspiration in the moment?”

“Don’t you have some work you should be doing right now?” Jungkook retorted as he tried to focus on the gingerbread latte he was crafting. Taehyung was crowding his workspace. “Cleaning? Restocking? Literally anything else?”

“Mmmm, nope,” Taehyung intoned. He draped himself across the counter to Jungkook’s left, not close enough to be in Jungkook’s way as he worked, but just close enough to be a major nuisance anyway. “You know what you should draw?”

Jungkook sighed, defeated. “What’s that?”

“Your phone number.”

“How… how do I draw a phone number?”

Taehyung stared at Jungkook.

Jungkook stared at Taehyung.

Taehyung sighed. “Dude. I just mean, give her your number already.”

Jungkook scowled. “Order ready for Namjoon!” He handed the drink to a tall man in glasses who flashed a dimple-laden smile. “Will you please drop it?” Taehyung had been hounding him about giving you his phone number all week.

Jungkook slipped past his friend, bolting for the stockroom in the hopes of ending the conversation. But Taehyung simply followed, undeterred.

“I don’t understand what the big deal is,” Taehyung went on as Jungkook paced the stockroom, pretending to take inventory of the cups and lids. “You like her, right? What do you have to lose?”

“I just… don’t you think that’s a little cheesy? Hey pretty lady, here’s my phone number! Call me!” Jungkook punctuated his words with finger guns, aiming at Taehyung.

“Well, yeah, if you do it like that, it’s definitely cheesy. Creepy, too.” Taehyung quipped. “Just write your number on her cup and leave it up to her. If she’s interested, she’ll call. If she’s not, she won’t. No harm done.”

“I don’t know,” Jungkook fretted. “What if she thinks it’s weird? Some random guy hitting on her? Or what if I make her uncomfortable? That’s the last thing I want!” Resigned to Taehyung’s nagging, he abandoned his inventory scheme and walked back out to the counter, knowing Taehyung would be on his heels.

“You’re overthinking this,” Taehyung declared.

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Jungkook waffled, turning to look at his friend. “I think I’d feel better about slipping her my number if we’d ever talked before. We haven’t even exchanged a simple ‘hello��.”

“Hello!”

Taehyung and Jungkook jumped, both surprised to find you standing at the counter, smiling brightly. Neither had heard the door open while they were in the stockroom.

“We gotta get a louder bell,” Taehyung murmured.

“Is it always this quiet on a Friday?” you wondered out loud as you surveyed the nearly empty shop. Pulling off your pink knit hat, you shook the snow from the fluffy pom-pom before unraveling your matching scarf.

“You just missed the morning rush,” Taehyung told you. “The usual, to go?”

Jungkook automatically picked up a cup and reached for his marker when you shook your head.

“Actually, could I have that for here instead?” You held up a laptop case. “Need to get some work done, wanted a little change of scenery.”

Jungkook slowly lowered the cup as Taehyung grinned widely.

“Of course! We’ll be happy to have your company today.” Taehyung rang you up as Jungkook marched rotely over to the espresso machine, lost in thought. “Have a seat and we’ll bring it right out.”

You chose a table by the window where you could watch the crowds drift by. Shedding your winter gear, you sat down and started typing away as you waited.

The shop was quiet save for some tinny holiday music rattling out of a speaker overhead. But after a few minutes, you thought you detected a whispered argument, a few choice expletives being hurled back and forth in hushed tones. You chose to mind your business and kept focused on your work.

You were so in the zone that you didn’t realize someone was hovering over you until they cleared their throat. You glanced up, startled.

The handsome barista with the big eyes was staring down at you. Jungkook, that was his name. He seemed almost as spooked as you. “Sorry. I, uh, didn’t mean to scare you.” He held out a large cup on a saucer. “Here you go.”

You slid your laptop to the side to make room. He lowered the cup and mumbled a quick, “haveagoodday,” about to turn and walk away when your fingers closed around his wrist. He stopped, going completely still with shock.

“Oh, how cute!” you cooed as you inspected your drink. The foam floating on top of your macchiato had been deftly swirled into the shape of a polar bear, bundled up in a big hat and scarf. In your delight, you had reached out to grab the barista’s arm unthinkingly. Upon realizing this, you gently released him.

Peering up at him, you inquired, “Did you do this?”

Jungkook nodded, tongue feeling too thick in his mouth to speak.

“That’s so cool. Do they teach you how to make different designs when you work here?”

Jungkook shook his head. “They didn’t - they don’t teach that stuff here. I figured it out on my own.”

“You taught yourself how to make foam art?” Your eyes widened. “Wow!” You watched the little bear bob gently across the surface of your drink. “I’m jealous of your skills.”

You gazed up at Jungkook with a warm smile. His heart somersaulted in his chest.

“Th-thanks,” he stammered, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. “Um, enjoy your macchiato.”

He bustled back towards the safety of the stockroom and sat down on a pile of boxes turned into a makeshift chair. A moment later, Taehyung strolled in, hands in his pockets, expression nonchalant.

“Sooooo, how did that go?” His tone implied innocence, but Jungkook knew he’d been stretching himself over the counter as much as humanly possible, trying to listen in. But he didn’t care.

“She liked my bear. She said - she said she was jealous of my skills.” Jungkook clapped his hands over his ears, feeling to see if the tips were as hot as they felt. He scrunched his nose as he grinned at Taehyung.

“And then?”

“And then I came back here.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah.”

Taehyung looked aghast. “Good god, the way you’re reacting, I figured you’d asked her out - or, more likely, she’d asked you out. You just talked about foam art?!”

Jungkook nodded.

“You’re hopeless, man. Hope. Less.” Taehyung drifted away, leaving Jungkook still smiling to himself.

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The next time you visited the shop, Jungkook did a double take. Then a third.

Every other time he’d seen you, you were dressed casually - usually jeans and boots, though one time in late October you’d worn yoga pants and a clingy tank top, apologizing for being sweaty by explaining you’d just come from your first (and last) attempt at pilates, and he’d accidentally inhaled a noseful of espresso when you’d removed your coat to reveal your form-fitting workout clothes.

But you’d never walked through the coffee shop’s door looking the way you did on this particular Monday morning.

You wore an immaculately tailored dark green wool coat, with large black buttons running down your torso, that nipped in tightly with a shiny belt at your waist, then flared out into a ruffled hem, accentuating your hourglass curves. A black pencil skirt peeked out from underneath the coat, stopping just above your knee. Your calves were swathed in dark nylons, and as you turned to make sure the door closed behind you, Jungkook noticed a seam running along the backs of your legs. He swallowed thickly as he followed the line down to the intimidatingly tall high heels you wore that gave you an extra few inches, bringing you eye-level with him as you sauntered up to the counter and smiled.

Right at him.

From his post at his register, Taehyung whistled. “Wow,” he said, breathing your name. “You look amazing!”

You tore your gaze away from Jungkook. “Thank you, Taehyung,” you flushed, giving a little twirl at his compliment. “I’m happy to hear you say that, because I haven’t worn my power suit in a very long time, and I really needed a confidence boost today!”

“Your power suit?”

“Yeah.” Your fingers dropped to your skirt, smoothing a nearly imperceptible wrinkle as you explained. “I’m hoping to close an important negotiation today. Business deals like this always make me super nervous. But this suit is my secret weapon. It’s like a coat of armor - makes me feel like I can conquer anything. And then, you know, I had to make sure the rest of me was pulled together nicely - hair done, heels on, complete the whole look.” You grinned, posing cutely. “You think it works?”

“It definitely works.” Jungkook heard the words leave his lips before his brain alerted him that he’d said them.

Two heads swiveled in his direction.

Before Jungkook could think about running away, your phone rang.

“Ah, excuse me, I gotta take this!” You stepped away from the counter as you swiped your phone open, but not before the baristas heard you answer with your full name.

Taehyung suddenly released his grip on his register, popping upright. “Did… did she just say…” He repeated your name to Jungkook, who nodded, still sweating from his accidental utterance.

Taehyung’s fingers flew over his phone. “Whoa. I knew that I knew that name!”

Jungkook just waited, knowing from his friend’s tone of voice that he had something interesting to share.

But he was not prepared for the headline on the article on Taehyung’s screen:

Country’s Youngest Tech CEO Now Country’s Richest Tech CEO

He gaped at the photo accompanying the headline. It was you, appearing very much like you did today, hair pinned up, makeup tastefully done, and wearing the same skirt with similar nylons and heels. The top half of your suit was on display, and Jungkook had to admit - calling it your ‘secret weapon’ was no lie, because you were absolutely lethal in the fitted jacket, ready to vanquish your enemies.

The satisfied smirk on your face knocked the air from his lungs.

Once he regained the ability to breathe, Jungkook peered at Taehyung, baffled. “You read Tech Biz Weekly magazine?”

“My roommate Jimin’s cousin’s boyfriend works for her.” Taehyung informed him as Jungkook scrolled his phone, reading. “He tweeted this article the other day. She’s a big deal in software. I guess she, like, revolutionized the work from home industry with a program or something? I don’t know, I just skimmed it.” He shrugged. “But the point is, her company is crazy successful and she’s stupid rich. Like, could probably buy several islands without blinking rich.”

“But… she wears jeans?” Jungkook’s brain was completely scrambled, making it even harder than usual to find the right words to express what he was thinking. You didn’t look like a CEO, he meant to say.

“Yeah, dude,” Taehyung confirmed. “Rich people wear jeans sometimes. You expect her to dress like that all the time?” He pointed to your back. You were still on your phone, pacing in an empty corner as you spoke.

“Well, no, of course not, but… she was here on Friday and not dressed in office clothing.” You didn’t appear to work in a stuffy corporate job. “Right. Work from home technology, remember?” Taehyung shrugged again. “She probably uses her own products.”

“But she’s always alone? Shouldn’t she have bodyguards or something?”

Taehyung gave him a look. “I don’t think many people recognize her. She’s rich, she’s not Beyoncé.”

“She’s our age.” How could someone his own age be so rich and powerful?

“She’s your age, dude. I’m still your hyung, you know.” Taehyung gazed into the distance. “Oh. That means she’s younger than me. I need a minute to process.”

Jungkook attempted to reconcile everything he’d read and everything Tae was (rather blasély) telling him with everything he’d learned about you over the last few weeks. He already knew you were smart and confident. Was it really so surprising that you could be a tech savant, too? It… made sense, as much as it all could.

It just meant that you were even more out of his league than he’d thought. As if you’d ever be interested in a goofy, tongue-tied barista.

You returned to the counter, sliding your phone back into your pocket. “Sorry about that.”

“No worries,” Taehyung waved his hand. “So, medium caramel macchiato to go?” “Better make it large today,” you stated, handing him your card.

Jungkook had barely put the tip of his marker to your cup before your phone went off again. Wincing, you mouthed an apology to the two men as you grabbed your card and took the call at the same time.

You were so absorbed in your conversation, going over the final details for your big meeting, that you didn’t note how long it was taking for your drink to be made. But eventually you heard your name called over the voice of the lawyer nattering in your ear, and you flashed Jungkook a quick smile as you grabbed your drink from him and dashed out of the store.

Jungkook tried to ignore the pang of disappointment that struck when you didn’t even glance at the drawing on the cup. Ah, well. You were clearly a very busy woman.

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Two days left until Christmas. The coffee shop was a madhouse, with last-minute shoppers and holiday travelers packing the lobby and keeping the staff hustling from open to close. Jungkook barely had the time to think about you.

Yet somehow he did it anyway.

He wondered how your meeting went while he was whipping up peppermint mochas and snickerdoodle lattes. Wiping down his station, he imagined your face when you saw his drawing, hoping it had made you smile. Running to the stockroom for more cups, he remembered how you’d spun in your gorgeous coat and skirt, and paused to stare unseeing at the shelves, adrift in reverie.

He knew he’d have to get over this crush eventually. But it couldn’t hurt to stand there and pretend for a few moments that you might feel the same way.

It was while he was in the back that you entered the shop, door chiming as you scanned the counter.

Taehyung stood alone. Leaned alone, to be more precise, draped as usual over his register, blissfully enjoying a rare moment of silence between the swarms of shoppers. Catching your eye, he grinned.

“If it isn’t our favorite customer,” he greeted you cheerfully. You clocked the “our” as you reached into your shoulder bag and produced an empty coffee cup, setting it in front of him.

Taehyung snatched it up, examining it curiously. “You brought your cup back? Um, we appreciate your commitment to recycling, but we don’t reuse our paper cups. They are biodegradable, though.”

You didn’t reply, but simply reached out and rotated the cup in Taehyung’s hand until he saw it.

Inscribed across the cup was a stunning sketch of a fierce-looking woman, wielding a shield, sword raised above her head. Next to her was scribbled “파이팅.” Most would assume it was an illustration of a random warrior, but you recognized the woman’s eyes right away.

They were your own.

Based on the way Taehyung glanced between the drawing and your face, he recognized them, too.

“What does this mean?” you implored, tapping the word written in Hangul.

“Paiting,” Taehyung smiled. “It’s like, good luck, or let’s go! Like someone’s encouraging you.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, staring at the cup. Taehyung handed it back to you and you held it delicately, lowering your head as you contemplated his words. He opened his mouth to ask if he could take your order, but the question died on his tongue when you gazed up at him, an intense expression on your face. “Okay. Thank you, Taehyung.”

He tilted his head, not really sure what he’d done for you. “You’re welcome?”

You smiled. “I’ll see you later,” you said, walking away. As you exited the shop, shoppers streamed past you, filling the lobby again, and Taehyung’s attention was diverted by the next wave of customers.

It wasn’t until he was lying in bed that night, drifting off to sleep, that he realized he’d never told Jungkook about your visit.

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Christmas Eve morning was mercifully slow. The neighborhood businesses were already closed for the holiday, so there weren’t any employees needing their daily caffeine fix. By now, most travelers had reached their destinations, so they were no longer piling into the shop. The only steady flow of customers were the remaining last-last-minute shoppers, those who had procrastinated until there were only literal hours left to shop, and thankfully they were more of a trickle than a flood.

Yet despite the holiday and the quiet, Taehyung wasn’t surprised to see you walk through the door.

“Is he here?” you inquired by way of greeting, dusting snow from your hat.

Taehyung didn’t bother to ask you to clarify. “Yeah, he’s in the back. Let me grab him.”

Jungkook was combing through boxes, scouring for more caramel syrup, when he heard his friend’s voice call out, “Kook. You have a visitor.” He lifted his head to glance at the doorway and ask who it was, but Taehyung had vanished.

He blinked, suddenly nervous.

Taehyung was missing from his register when Jungkook emerged from the stockroom. And you were standing at the other end of the counter, bundled in your winter gear, with a cup in your hands and a soft smile on your lips.

Jungkook forced his legs to carry him to his workstation. You looked up as he approached.

“Hi Jungkook.”

His name had never sounded so sweet.

“Hi,” he responded. “Um, can I help you?”

You waved the cup around. “Did you draw this?”

Jungkook nodded.

“I didn’t notice it until I was on my way to my meeting yesterday,” you confessed, twiddling the cup in your hands. “It… it made me smile. I wanted to tell you that. And thank you.” You looked away shyly for a minute before giving him another sweet smile, and Jungkook felt his face heating in response. “The meeting went so smoothly. Even though I didn’t know what you wrote, I still felt like someone was cheering me on, and it helped. A lot.”

Jungkook knew he was still standing in front of you, but he felt like he was floating towards the ceiling.

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, just barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Did you do all those other sketches? The reindeer, the elf… was that you?”

“Yeah.”

“I thought so.” You regarded him closely. “Did you draw them for all your other customers?”

He shook his head, fighting the urge to cover his ears, knowing they were burning. “No.”

“Ah.” You bit your lip, fighting a smile. “You’re not much of a talker, huh?”

Jungkook just blinked his doe eyes in alarm.

“It’s ok. I talk enough for the two of us.” You suddenly dug into your bag, searching for something. “Anyway, like I said, I wanted to thank you. This time of year can be... hard, you know? I didn’t intend to visit this place so often, honestly - I’m not much of a coffee drinker, as you can tell by my preferred order.” You grinned and Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from beaming as well. “But you and Taehyung have always been so nice, and then the little sketches… well, they made me happy. I wanted to show my appreciation, so… here.” You thrust a small package into his hands. Jungkook stared at the beautiful gold wrapping paper, the gauzy white bow, and the tiny tag that read “Jungkook” in elegant handwriting.

A gift? For him?

He automatically moved to open the package and you quickly interjected. “Wait, don’t open that now!”

He stopped, gazing at you with wide eyes. You smiled at his startled expression.

“Sorry. I just… just open that later, okay? After I leave.” You cleared your throat. “I, uh, took the liberty of breaking it in. But I don’t draw, so… you’ll see,” you blathered, fiddling with the strap of your bag.

“Okay.” He easily acquiesced to your plea and tucked the package under the counter, out of sight.

“Okay,” you repeated, nodding. “I better get going. Got a lot of miles to travel today.” You edged towards the door. “Merry Christmas, Jungkook. Please give Taehyung my wishes for a good holiday.”

He nodded, watching you walk away. He felt like he was going to burst. As your fingers gripped the door handle, he found his voice, calling out your name.

“Merry Christmas. And… thank you.”

Your smile shone brighter than all the Christmas lights strung throughout the shop.

The moment the door closed behind you, Taehyung instantaneously reappeared. Jungkook assumed this meant he’d been hanging out in the back hallway, eavesdropping on your conversation. He didn’t care. He grabbed the gift and set it on the counter.

Taehyung gestured for him to continue.

The metallic paper sparkled as Jungkook turned the gift over in his hands. It was wrapped so neatly that it almost seemed a shame to tear into it. But he didn’t think he could wait a second longer.

Peeling back the layers of ribbon and paper, he found a gorgeous, leather-bound sketchbook. Tucked inside the cover was a row of pristine pencils arranged in a perfect rainbow of colors.

On the first page of the pad was written a little note:

Jungkook,

Talent like yours deserves a better canvas. Hope this helps.

And underneath your signature, a phone number.

“Whoa,” Taehyung marveled, plucking the sketchbook from Jungkook’s hands and inspecting the contents. “Fancy!”

Jungkook was halfway through the lobby before Taehyung looked up.

“Where are you going? You don’t have your coat!” he heard his friend yell as he opened the door and dashed out into the cold.

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Falling snow made it difficult to see very far as Jungkook spun around, scanning the street. He shivered, wishing he had grabbed his jacket. But he’d been moving on instinct, his gut telling him to run out the door before he lost you.

Though he was starting to fear that he already had as he surveyed the scene around him. The boulevard was mostly bare, only a few other people out trekking through the wintry weather. Then he spotted it - that fuzzy pompom, bouncing on the top of your knit cap as you strolled away a few blocks down from the shop. Jungkook started to run, skidding slightly on the slippery pavement.

“Hey!” A voice was shouting your name. You slowed your pace, glancing over your shoulder, eyebrows shooting up as you saw Jungkook dashing towards you.

“Jungkook!” you exclaimed as he came to a halt, breath huffing into little white clouds as he panted in the chilly air. You observed his lack of outerwear with a frown. “You must be freezing!” Taking his arm, you ducked into the entryway of a closed clothing store, tugging him behind you, giving him partial protection from the snow and wind.

Huddling close to you in the doorway, Jungkook forgot his words again.

The wind whipped up, nipping at your face. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, you retreated more, leading Jungkook further out of the cold, until your back bumped the door behind you. You peeked up at him patiently, giving him time.

Eventually, he spoke. “I just… wanted to thank you. For the sketchbook. It’s amazing.” A shy smile crossed his face, eyes crinkling as he beamed, and you swore your heart skipped a beat. “No one’s ever given me a gift like that before.”

“Well, I have to be honest. I gave it to you for rather selfish reasons,” you admitted.

His deer in headlights expression returned. “You did?”

“Yeah. Because I can’t wait to see what you do with it.” You looked down at your feet, feeling slightly bashful yourself. “I’m hoping you’ll show me.”

Jungkook’s gaze flitted to your lips. He licked his own unconsciously, fighting the urge to lean in. Would it be too forward to kiss you?

You lifted your head, and something hanging above Jungkook’s head caught your eye as it swayed in the wind.

“Jungkook,” you murmured, pointing. “Mistletoe.”

His eyes followed your finger, missing the way you glanced at his mouth, watching the perfect cupid’s bow and pouty bottom lip pop open in surprise. He gawked at the little green sprig someone had strung up above the store’s entrance.

How else should he interpret the tiny plant, but as an answer to his question?

Jungkook cupped his hands over your cheeks, drawing you to him for a tender kiss.

Your eyes fell shut, lips brushing against Jungkook’s as he pulled you close. Warmth flooded from your head to your toes, driving out the winter air’s icy sting. Your fingers fisted in his apron as Jungkook hummed into the kiss, stepping forward until he was flush against you, pressing your back firmly into the door, causing you to squeak slightly.

Jungkook broke the kiss. “Sorry! I - I got carried away,” he apologized, dropping his hands from your face.

You shook your head vehemently. “No! Don’t apologize. That was really nice,” you gushed, releasing your grip, trying to iron the wrinkled material of his apron with your hands. “But you should probably get back to work before you catch a cold! I can’t believe you’re out here like this.”

Jungkook lowered his head, grinning sheepishly. “Yeah, I, uh, didn’t really think this through. I just wanted to see you. And….” he trailed off, running his fingers through his dark, messy hair.

“And?” you prompted him lightly.

“And ask if you want to get dinner with me. Maybe next Friday?” He peered at you hopefully. “I’ll bring my sketchbook.”

“To show me or to draw me?” you teased.

“Both, if you’ll let me,” he replied, without hesitation, a playful gleam in his eye.

Your neck burned as you nodded your acceptance, suddenly too shy to speak.

Jungkook promised to text you before sprinting off back to work.

As the door chimed, announcing Jungkook’s arrival, Taehyung poked his head out from where he’d been standing in the back, savoring the quiet with a hot cocoa.

“Well?” he demanded.

Jungkook just smiled. He opened his gift, selected a pink pencil, and started to sketch.

© 2021-22-23 by sunshinerainbowsbts/minisugakoobies. Crossposted to AO3. Please do not copy or repost.

[welkinsky]

Hii i am so amazed by your site !! So many things and well written headcanon!!

Do you take ideas for headcanon of Naruto?

Thanks on advance and contrats for your blog 😊

Naruto X Reader | How It Is To Date Him

A/N: Oh my god thank you so much! Loved the fact that you like them :3 Yes I'd love to write for this boy too! Send me more for him or any other character if you want :))

This is during when he was getting popularity among the people and villages.

You guys have been together for some time now and recently he has been getting a lot of attention from people from your village and from all the nations too.

You were beyond proud of him because after so much hard work and patience he efforts were being recognized and the people who used to treat him badly were now waiting in lines to meet him.

He gets a lot of attention from a lot of people which, of course, includes women but you weren't bothered even a bit because first of all, you trusted him 100%, and second of all when some fan was getting too close he used to give you the "rescue me please" look. Lol, how can you worry at all after that when you were his savior.

You both have ramen dates and occasionally would have the competitions too, who'll eat more. And he was a sore loser but would never fuss too much after seeing how happy you were!

Most of what he does on the daily basis was aligned according to you and that too unconsciously. As if teaching sessions to the new kids weren't more important than picking you up from training. I mean for him it sure wasn't. He'd shift them in an instant if he knew that you were having a long day.

He always avoids Kakashi when you two are together because well, Kakashi won't leave a chance to embarrass Naruto in front of you. Kakashi and you sometimes have a roast session together for Naruto which sure as hell humbles him down. But that doesn't mean you get away with it. He'll make you pay back later that night ;) if you know what I mean

Taking of which, he's not a dom but he loves to be the one in control and would treat you with so much respect the entire time, and even after you two are done, expect a long cuddle session.

If you live with your parents then ooooh he's their favorite to the point that you feel like he's their child, not you. And if you don't live with your parents then he'll make sure that he has good relation with your neighbors, to make sure that you are safe at home and there are no weird people around that may cause you harm.

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[liaromancewriter]

Penny for your thoughts?

Do you think part of the charm in the love story between Ethan x MC is the fact that he never loved anyone before loving her? If he were a “normal” man, who has been in serious committed relationships full of love (by his age maybe a divorce even), would it take away how “special” MC is? (I’m trying to talk in general about “MC” instead of “your MC” because I don’t want anyone to feel insulted, but feel free to add up with your own HC if you have Ethan being in love before, I know a lot of people don’t and that’s ok) and;

What about if Ethan were a “normal” man who has friends, goes out, uses social media and is more outgoing (not the life of the party, he is still Ethan Ramsey, just not so lone wolf Ethan Ramsey). If MC didn’t have the praise of having him living life more happily and freely, would it take away from their relationship/bond?

I recently read a post about having characters experiencing a big ass love story more than once, not just the “They never felt this way before”. So it got me thinking about Ethan (I know you share your thoughts on Cassie's side), and the weight MC had in his life. Plus even with your guarantee of Happy Endings I have seen you using realistic situations/approaches in your stories and find that really cool. Best of both worlds. :)

I was online so thought I'd answer with my initial thoughts.

It's hard to say if Ethan Ramsey in canon didn't have any committed relationships before the series starts. There just isn't any evidence to prove that or disprove it for that matter. We do know of his relationship with Harper and by all accounts it lasted several years (at least 7 or 8) even if they weren't together the whole time.

I always assumed Ethan was normal in the way that you described, but just private. He says in Book 1, Ch 4 (premium scene) that he likes to keep his private life separate from the hospital. He also tells us that he makes time for the things that fulfill him: travel, the arts, exercise.

We know Dolores was his friend for 10 years, they met for Sunday roast every now and then, and that he knows her family well enough to call them not once, but twice. He and Naveen certainly were close, celebrating birthdays, etc.

I believe he had a full life, but he is a workaholic. By the time MC comes to Edenbrook, Ethan is starting to burn out and the events that transpire over the next couple of years don't help matters. In that respect, we as the reader only really see his life at work and the relationship dynamics that exist as a result.

The charm of the series, at least for me, was how unexpected the relationship was between Ethan and MC, and as such it's all the more memorable for it. MC didn't come to Edenbrook for love, they came to learn from Ethan Ramsey. From the first moment, that's exactly what happens because they're not afraid to ask for it (unlike Landry).

If MC chooses to romance Ethan, their love story has elements of deep caring and trust, passion and friendship that ultimately becomes love. If MC views Ethan only as a mentor and a peer on the Diagnostics Team, their relationship still has caring and trust at the heart of it as well as friendship and respect. He is MC's mentor and invested in their career, wanting only the best for them.

I know from personal experience that when you work all hours of the day, your strongest and deepest relationships are with those you work with. If you want that of course. But spending 14 hours or more with someone daily just creates a bond that others can't always understand.

If Ethan had a full life outside the hospital, which I believe he did, he and MC would have still had this amazing bond. They're alike in many ways with respect to medicine and career goals, but they also have their unique perspectives and approaches. And they respect each other for it.

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[slugtranslation-hypmic]

Opinions on the new fits for the characters? (Cus oh boy we got some… interesting outfits this time)

Oh baby you know I have opinions in spades

Ichirou - Maybe I'm just desensitized to bad outfits at this point, but I don't hate the Buster Bros clothing with every fiber of my being. If it wasn't for the hole in his pants and his awful golden collar, I'd wear this. If he pulls the hood up, he's doing an Among Us cosplay, but that's something we just all have to live with.

Jirou - At this point, I've seen probably several hundred Japanese men on Twitter wearing Jirou's exact outfit, so I don't feel like I have room to complain. He's prepared in case a sudden game of Capture the Flag breaks out.

Saburou - It could be worse. The way they're styling his hair is pretty cute, gets that nice innocent kid look. (This is, of course, a trap. Saburou can roast harder than anyone.) I feel like Ichirou bought him this outfit, as I can't picture Saburou with this much style sense on his own.

Samatoki - It's shocking, but Samatoki actually looks good and not like a fucking dork for once. I'm impressed.

Juuto - The impression I get of this man is that he's a father of three children between the ages of 2 and 7 (Samatoki, Riou, and Nemu, probably) who takes them all hiking even though they complain that their feet get sore, and he has no less than 4 bicycles hanging upside down in some room of his house. He shops at Whole Foods to buy shit like asparagus water, and worst of all, he actually drinks it. He gets his wife scented candles from independent sellers off of Etsy for their anniversary. There is a homemade kombucha setup in their kitchen and that, along with the artisan beer he buys from local breweries that all feature 2 dogs and more bikes hanging from the ceiling, makes up a sizable portion of his daily calorie intake. His biggest political concerns all revolve around the legalization of weed, and he's almost certainly a software developer.

Riou - He's repurposing a military grade parachute, and good for him. When I was talking to MC Mad Lion about this, she says it's his work from home uniform. I'm not exactly sure how a soldier can work from home, so this is probably the outfit he uses to go play Call of Duty with Saburou. I'm getting unspeakable "older teenage white boy from the PS2 era" vibes from this man.

Ramuda - I'm angry because this is close enough to the things I wear that I want to wear this. Yeah, I know I said I'd wear the parrot outfit, but that was more out of a sense of defeat and feeling like I had to compromise with Hypmic on something. But I'd actually wear this. I legit want that shirt and am angry that it doesn't exist. The flaps in the shorts are stupid af but that shirt? Balling. Love that arrow thing.

Gentarou - Man's doing a Howl from Howl's Moving Castle cosplay, and good for him. I think he's had enough of Hypmic and is trying to audition for MahoYaku or something. Best of luck, my man.

Dice - I'm fairly certain Ramuda bought this for him from the same store Samatoki shops at. It's pretty decent, if you're into obnoxious prints. I feel like he, Samatoki, and Hifumi are about to go on vacation together. (New ARB event when?)

Jakurai - In my constant search for the comfiest fit possible, I would have been into this if it wasn't for the collar. But this implies he's still wearing a nice, formal outfit underneath the tunic thing. Maybe this is simply a commentary on Jakurai's inherent reservation but either way, I don't like it. What is the POINT if you are not drowning in soft fabric? Smfh.

Hifumi - I feel like if I saw this in real life, I would instantly assume the wearer was a douchebag, gay, or both, but since this is Hifumi, who is in the company of some really awful outfits and also gay by default, I don't think I mind it.

Doppo - So you know how when you take all the clothes off a cloth doll that its torso and crotch are covered by this sorta nondescript pink cloth instead of any kind of body parts? That's what Doppo reminds me of. They declothed Dollpo and then stuck normal shirt sleeves on him. He's got that same shit going as Jakurai but even worse. I am begging KR to stop.

Sasara - He's a lesbian.

Roshou - Okay, I can dig this one. Again, I feel like it's because there's so much else going on to the immediate left, but it's simple and fairly elegant. This is his Grindr profile picture when he made an account after Dotsuitare Hompo broke up for the first time. In his bio, he put, "DON'T break the ice with a joke. No funny business allowed."

Rei - He looks like he owns a carnival game that is 100% rigged and is secretly involved in some evil plot in a children's chapter book, so this outfit is really in character for him.

Kuukou - Okay, I do like all the BAT clothes. I wouldn't wear them, but they're dope. This is a fairly feminine outfit, but Kuukou's rocking it. Good for you, you crazy bitch!

Juushi - Likewise with Kuukou's, this is pretty feminine, but that actually suits Juushi well. Again, this all looks nice. There's nothing wrong with it for once. I think I like this more than his default clothes.

Hitoya - Besides looking disturbingly like a cross between a butch lesbian and an 80-year-old spinster from the 1950s, this all looks good. I think he borrowed Roshou's glasses, but that's chill too, as home boy doesn't need them to see anyway. I definitely like this more than his default clothes.

[angryteapott-archive]

I'd heard that dracula involves a lot of daily diaries and mundane descriptions so I thought it was a slow creeping subtle horror as small things add up and that it's impossible to now experience it as readers did in 1897 but no it literally smashes cuts right to people telling the guy not to go because there's a vampire and him riding in a coach past ghostly fire and howling wolves until he reaches some ruins and he's like OH WOW LOVE THE ROAST CHICKEN 😊💞 GOOD THING I JUST PASSED THE BAR 😎 it's like watching a kid in a barbie car ride down into the gullet of a beast

So no actually knowing who dracula is changes absolutely fucking nothing what a novel

[primusdemoniccreatrix]

Malignant: Gabriel May Headcanons

Okay look my ass is Thirsty(TM) over evil brain gold dagger husband so here I am inflicting my brainrot with some headcanons to procrastinate my midterms

Gabriel May is vengeful and does enjoy destruction, but he does not enjoy senseless carnage. He wants there to be a justified reason to kill. He's not unreasonable; he doesn't take so many human lives for fun, he goes after people who have done him wrong and leaves everyone else alone. He's a classy murder man

He thinks guns are unstylish. He's got a flair for the dramatic, have you seen his hair and coat? Boy's got theatrics written all over him

He likes to dance. Have you seen the way he spins when he kills in that scene? Yeah he loves to dance, he just hasn't found the right dance partner and here I am volunteering for the tango, both vertical and horizont-

He likes music that speaks to him, and often gentler music with melancholy lyrics, especially Hozier, Sevdaliza and FKA Twigs. He also has STFU by Pink Guy cause Gabriel has perpetual levels of ANGER sometimes. He discovered Spotify and has playlists for niche emotions, naming them Reluctant Revenge, Lonesome Tranquility, and even Sad Boy Hours

He loves, with all his shared heart, tactile sensations, especially affectionate ones. He is touch starved and he feels things, even when dormant he felt Madison's pain and aches. His body heals quickly but not his heart. Feeling the warmth of another human hand, for just a moment, is an experience he will cherish. Tactile boy.

His favourite colours are black, gold, and red and they work so WELL together

He likes history, and he really wants to learn more, an interest he inherited from his birth mother. Brain-stuck babe would major in history, probably of Modern history and minor in Medieval or Ancient history, or he just might study anthropology all the way.

He's actually pretty funny; he loves to roast people. If something happens he is providing unnecessary commentary on it and sometimes Madison has found herself choking on her spit trying not to laugh. He uses Vine references on the daily

He sees himself as a protector. He is Madison's brother, he has always considered his flesh and blood to be deserving of protection. He may not consider her worthy of the body, but he says so to hide the fact that he is worried for how she came out living her life, and he wants to protect his sister who, like him, is trying their best, except he believes he knows how to stand up for himself. He cares a lot.

He doesn't hate his birth mother. I think, secretly, he loves her, he just hates himself and his tears slowly turned to rage because he felt the strain of all the hurtful things said about him. He doesn't hate his mom, he hates that life made him this way, that his suffering is the result of being born in a world so unkind he ends up blaming his mother, for how dare she birth him. He just wanted her love; after all, a child that is not initiated into the village will burn it down to feel its warmth (it's an African proverb)

Bonus: he likes flowers, especially how they smell after rain. His favourites are roses (he's a romantic), lilies, jasmine, and peony. His favourite weather types are light snow, overcast with a summer breeze, fog, and thunderstorms. He also loves walking under pine trees; the scent is calming to his raging, bruised heart.

That's all I have for now, I might add more, or if anyone reblogs this and we can add or share ideas, I'd be super happy to hear ya!

[missblissy]

Thanks so much for the sweet lil' fic! Tell you one thing, read it before bed and it knocked me right out - slept till seven in the morning! Loved your song choice - so romantic, so old timey. Very sweet! Say, I'd love to hear about Al's morning routine - he's a strong coffee man, i'd reckon. How would he greet his sweetheart? Is he up before them, or does he stay in until they wake?

((I'm so glad nonny!! I'm sorry for the wait on this one! I hope you enjoy!!))

Every morning started the same, which gave him more comfort than anyone could know. The sameness of this daily ritual was sacred, and if was ever ascue or done out of fashion, bad luck washed over Alastor's day. He was a religious man, after all, just not in the same way as You or I. The deep love and honor he felt in carrying on the rituals of his ancestors always made the start of his day much better.

He'd always wake up before you, there was no missing that. He'd make sure of it because those few precious moments where he got to watch you sleep felt beyond heavenly. With the sunlight falling on you at just the right angle, you had a glow to you that seemed angelic. He'd lay there next to you and take in every feature from your hair to your lips.

After he got his fill he'd get up ever so cautiously, making sure not to wake you. From there Alastor would get read for the day without making a sound. He'd get dressed, brush and tame his hair, make sure his bowtie was just right and put on the masking smile he used to face the world.

Coffee was a must-have, but surely not without the few drops of whiskey he swirled in with his finger. This was another sacred moment to him, sitting by the window in the corner of his room, reading the daily newspaper and drinking his bitter dark roast coffee.

This was around the time you'd wake up. Alastor tried waking you up once, but you finched and jerked away from his touch, so he never tried that again. Instead, he'd peacefully wait for you to wake up on your own. It was better this way, for him at least. In all honesty, he was frightened to wake you up.

But the second he saw you stir, roll over, and look at him with a bedhead and sleepy eyes, Alastor left his seat to greet you. His good morning kisses were the best. You loved waking up to be showered in love the second you opened your eyes. However, Alastor was also quick to rush you awake and get ready for the day. Unlike him, he'd always usher you out of bed and talk your ear off about today's plans. Even while you showered, he'd stand outside the half-cracked door, "I think it would be a lovely idea if we went to a show soon!" You'd roll your eyes and smile at his polite clinginess.

He'd always help you pick out your outfit for the day. He'd sit on the end of your bed while you stood in a towel and suggested this one or that, "How about the second one, it's modest and brings out your eyes," That was his way of flirting, it'd always make you laugh when he'd say something like that.

Eventually, you were dressed and ready to go as well. Like always, Alastor would rush to open the door for you, a grand smile and a slight bow. He'd gaze up at you with a spark in his eyes as he got the chance to look you up and down as you passed out the door. The two of you always started the day together, the same as every other day. And just like today, you found yourself hook on his arm and ready to take on the world.