#americano cookie

[quibbs126]

this is the opposite of a kid request lmao, but i figured i'd ask anyway… so i headcanon energy drink cookie as soda cookie's older sibling? (they're both fizzy, caffeinated beverages, and i love both characters individually… seemed to fit. i dunno.) so my request is what would their parent(s) be like?

Finally got them done, this is Americano Cookie and Fruit Punch Cookie

I’m not entirely sure how to format these fan parent pages yet, but this is what I’m going with for now

Alright, character time. So starting with Fruit Punch, she runs a beachside juice bar, and she’s an extroverted and energetic person who just wants to have a good time. Her husband Americano on the other hand is a businessman who works out in the city. He’s a fairly serious and uptight person, and has trouble unwinding and not being in his business mindset. He’s fairly nice, he’s just bad at letting loose

They met when one day Americano’s coworkers dragged him to Fruit Punch’s bar. Americano likes her because of her fun loving personality and that she’s an incredibly confident lady, and Fruit Punch likes him because he’s a sweet guy, and also she finds it fun trying to pry him out of his shell

Also Americano now likes to wear more colorful ties as some sort of expression of creativity, and because of Fruit Punch’s influence on him

Alright, now for their names. So basically, Americano is supposed to be the caffeine and water (assuming Soda is soda water), and Fruit Punch is supposed to be the fizzy, sugar and the flavor

Americano and fruit punch:

So yeah, I’m aware of the fact that red and brown do not make blue and green, but shush, maybe it’s recessive genes. Also I wasn’t going to not make these two the colors of their drinks. But I tried to at least have some blue and green in their designs and eyes

There’s not much to say about their designs really, I just made Fruit Punch look like she lives on the beach and Americano like he’s a business person

I gave Fruit Punch the bubble pattern as a reference to them being drinks, and also because I didn’t want to draw a bunch of flowers for a flower print shirt

Also I think I had originally planned for one of them to have lighter skin while the other has darker, but coffee Cookies usually have darker dough, with the only lighter ones being the ones with milk, and Fruit Punch kind of has an afro going on, so I just kept their dough colors dark

I gave Americano his yellow accents because some pictures of americano I’ve seen have

But overall I quite like their designs, I think they look good

And yeah, that about wraps things up for my first fan parent request, I hope you like them!

[shipshinaa]

Okay but I thought that I need to share some of my cookie run OC's with you guys

So I'll make a scetchy references for all of them

First - Milk Americano Cookie

Works in the same building as Espresso, dealing with money and financing new projects. She has a husband, Amaretto (my friend's character, I'll make a reference only if he allows it)

[the-pardon-my-french]

life's complicated, coffee helps.

[cheruib]

my brain has literally stopped responding i need to switch up my studying environment or I’m not gonna get anything done today </3

[psychopacifist-rm-arts]

Psycho run!

[what-she-likes]

John Wick + Kush

[beingjellybeans]

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[the-cookie-of-doom]

Okay, okay, I wrote some of the thing!

Give Me Some Sugar (both the title, and Kim's desperate please for something that doesn't make his soul shrivel up and die)

The first time he walks into the cafe, Chay doesn’t believe his eyes. He stops mid-sweep to stare as the leather-clad man walks up to the counter and looks up at the menu, his hands in his pockets, a tuft of glossy black hair falling across his eye. 

“Oh my god!” Chay whispers, giddy, quickly looking around to make sure no one saw his outburst before he all but runs behind the counter. 

He wais politely. 

“Hello! Welcome to our cafe, what can I get for you?”

“What do you recommend?” Wik—Wik—asks, his voice syrup smooth. 

Chay wracks his mind for everything he knows about WIK, coming up with nothing in his panic-stricken state. What does Wik like? 

Chay smiles brightly and says, “That depends on your preferences, phi. What do you like?”

A sly smile. “Anything.” 

It feels like a test. It also feels like Wik is looking at him a little closer than he should, from Chay’s blushing cheeks to his hands nervously twisting in the front of his apron, and back up, and Chay banishes that thought before it can take root and make him melt. 

“Then…” Twist, twist, twist. “I recommend a mocha. It has chocolate to balance the espresso, but it’s not too sweet.” 

“One of those, then. Please.” 

“Okay!” Chay rings him up, confirms the order, and wais in thanks for the tip. “May I have a name for the order?”

Another grin. “No.”

“O-oh. Okay!” There aren’t many people in the cafe, anyway. Then Wik is walking away, towards a table by the window, and Chay realizes he’s about to lose his one and only chance. “Oh, wait! You need to sign your receipt!” 

Wik stops. Looks over his shoulder. There’s a knowing edge around the corner of his smile that makes Chay’s face hot. “Didn’t I already? On the screen.” 

“Oh, yeah…” Chay is burning. “My mistake!” 

Wik laughs, and Chay is too busy dying of embarrassment to truly appreciate it as he hastily gets to making his drink. 

Five minutes later he carries over to Wik’s table and somehow manages not to trip over himself and spill it all over both of them. The porcelain cup and its small saucer land softly in the middle of the table, unharmed, unspilled. It’s a miracle. 

“Thank you,” Wik says with a dimpled smile that makes Chay feel all hot and gooey inside, like melted caramel drizzle, and he wais before he takes his leave. 

Chay continues to take orders and make drinks for the various patrons that come through. Surprisingly, no one else seems to recognize Wik. He blends in, keeping his head bowed over a notebook that he’s been working in since he sat down, his hair obscuring most of his face in a way that looks effortless but is no doubt intentional. Chay tries not to watch him—doesn’t want to make Wik uncomfortable, but he can’t help it. 

He looks up when a familiar song comes on over the speakers, looks at Chay, who very carefully does not look back at him. 

Just act natural, Chay tells himself. It could be worse—he could have put on the playlist that cycled through all of Wik’s songs on repeat. He saves those for slow days and closing shifts, though, when there’s no one to complain about the repetition. Playing only one of Wik’s songs in the twenty minutes he’s been in the cafe is nothing. 

Between customers, Chay continues his earlier work of cleaning, sweeping up spilled sugar and wiping down tables. Whenever he passes by Wik—never too close, he doesn’t want to intrude—he hears him humming, bobbing his head to a rhythm, pausing every so often to write in his notebook. Chay wonders if he’s working on a new song. Wonders what it’s about. Desperately wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to chase Wik away, especially when he looks so focused and comfortable. 

After another fifteen minutes or so, Wik does leave, slipping out the door without so much as a goodbye, and Chay sighs after him. Goes to clean up his table, when something catches his eye. A napkin sitting innocently on top of the now-empty cup, imprinted with neat black characters that make his heart pound. 

Chay, Next time just ask—WIK 

Chay clutches the signed napkin to his chest and screams. 

I lowkey want to write a coffee shop AU. Chay is a barista and Kim is one of his regulars who's there more often than he isn't. (Memorized Chay's schedule once he caught feelings bc stalker, just like Chay memorized the exact times Kim comes in and always makes sure to have a fresh drink waiting for him.)

It started out when Kim jokingly told Chay to surprise him with something, and grew from there. First Chay is just getting Kim's feedback on ideas for new drinks to put on the menu. He always gets the same reaction: small smile, a simple "it's good". Then Chay starts trying to get a better reaction out of him. Starts putting together some truly odd things, just to see how far Kim will let him push. He always smiles, compliments it, and drinks it all (even when he's shuddering inside. Chay once made him drink a quad espresso black, and he still hasn't recovered).

Chay is shook when he finds out Kim actually has a serious sweet tooth. His favorite drink is probably something like a caramel macchiato, or something else sweet and overly indulgent. Then Chay feels a little bit bad for all the dark coffee he kept making Kim drink, but it's okay, Kim will just have to make out with him about it.

[aryxchse]

godly bonding day / platonic! hera x poseidon & percy jackson x daughter of hera! reader.

a / n : people should give more about hera and her other siblings other than z*us fr. and call me crazy or whatever but i've always thought hera married the wrong brother 🤞🏻

warnings : hera apologist right here, poseidon and hera being sweet siblings, zeus cheating, maybe swearing

"alright mom, that's it," you said, holding both of your mother's hands. "we're having a selfcare day together."

hera sniffed, looking at you with teary eyes. zeus once again cheated on your mother, and the gossip spreads around olympus very quick. specially when your mother has little spies that follows zeus' every movement.

instead of taking revenge -simply because she was sick of it-, your mother called you to olympus for cheering her mood. and well, maybe you reminded her the revenge she took from zeus.

"selfcare day?" hera asked, tilting her head. the goddess and queen of heavens was so vulnerable in front of you. and it made you think like she was a normal mother, who was crying because of her husbands betrayal. "what is that?"

"i'll call percy and we'll take you to new places in the mortal world," you said, smiling at her. the goddess sat straight, considering the idea. "who knows? maybe he'll bring poseidon!"

hera smiled at the mention of her favorite brother. "oh i love poseidon! he's the dearest to me." you nodded at her comment, caressing her knuckles. "i know mom. today is your day, we can't let a man ruin your mood, not anymore."

hera wiped away her tears as she smiled. "oh my lovely daughter, you're so kind to me."

"of course mom," you smiled. "come on, let's go."

‎ ���

while you waited percy to call you to say the suprise were ready, you and hera visited multiple shops and places. hera appearently loved iced americano with chocolate chip cookies. and she loved the style old money, since she had to change her clothes to more comfortable ones.

now you guys headed to some old but vintage beach, were percy and poseidon were waiting.

hera took a sip from her third iced americano, smiling at the taste. "i sure want these in olympus," she said, stopping to take off her shoes. "their taste is amazing."

you did the same as you took a sip from your own coffee, taking the shoes inside of your bag. "i know right?" you said as the smell of the salt water started to fill your nose.

you both heard percy and poseidon talk pationetly about something, but they stopped and smiled the moment they saw you.

"hey baby," percy said, hugging your waist and kissing your cheek. you hugged him back with your free arm, smiling immediatly. "hi!"

"poseidon!" hera cheered next to you, running on the sand to hug her brother. poseidon laughed and picked hera up in his arms, turning around with her. "hera, my lovely sister!" he cheered back. "good to finally see you on the mortal world!"

"thanks to my daughter," hera answered, finally standing on her foot but still not letting poseidon go. "she helped me open my eyes."

you blowed a kiss to her as you stand next to percy, your arm still lazily hanged around his neck.

"well sister!" poseidon said, turning her around to walk around the beach. "let's have some dinner eh?"

‎ 🦚

who would've thought god of the sea made the best meal?

you all eated happily together, which was a weird sight. you and percy never thought your godly side of the family would bound this much. but well, maybe they needed a little courage.

you and percy insisted on washing the dishes, letting the divine siblings have their moment. they eventually agreed, leaving you both.

you washed the plates and handed them to percy to dry, while watching your parents laugh together from the window.

"i thought hera would never smile," percy grinned, drying some plate you gave him. you washed a fork, chuckling. "that's because she has the worst husband."

poseidon picked hera up and throw her on his shoulders, running around on the beach like two little kids. some thunders appeared but the siblings didn't cared, laughing like crazy. you and percy started laughing with them behind the window, getting happier each second.

"she really needed that." you said quietly, giving the last spoon to percy. you closed the water and percy finished drying up the spoon, putting back to it's place.

"believe me, he needed that too." percy said, stading behind you and hugging your waist. you gladly appreciated the love, hugging back his arms and resting your head against his cheek.

poseidon finally put down hera but the siblings hugged eachother, hera's laughter echoing through the beach. the lightning get really loud, but the siblings made a middle finger to the sky, clearly saying 'i don't give a fuck about you!' to their most annoying brother.

you smiled. "appearently gods need to have a bonding day too." percy nodded, kissing on top of your head.

"siblings are siblings everywhere after all." he whispered, and you chuckled.

[quibbs126]

Edit: for people who may not have known but know what I usually do, this is not fankids, this is fan parents, aka the hypothetical parents of characters. Just to clarify

Another help thing but I’m working on Americano and Fruit Punch, and while I have something for Fruit Punch down, namely that she runs a beachside juice bar, but I’m not sure what to do for Americano

If this helps, this is what Americano and Fruit Punch look like in their rough sketches

Actually you know what, I’m having a similar problem with a different fan parent request I’ve gotten (though I want to get the Soda and Energy Drink ones done first), so I might as well ask for this one here too

So the other one I’m having trouble with is parents for Cherry and Cherry Blossom. I have names, Cherry Powder and Plum Blossom, and I have stuff for Cherry Powder, namely that she’s a fireworks technician, but I’m really not sure what to do for Plum Blossom

I have designs for them as well, but Plum Blossom is open to change, I wasn’t really sure what to do for her (CP on the left, PB on the right, just in case)

[inmyheaddd]

coffee sweetener — grayson hawthorne x reader

a/n: the way i have like 6 other fics i'm working on, this was so cute though I had to write it asap!! thank u sm for the req! wc: 1.8k summary: one of your regulars at your café, grayson— who happens to be insanely handsome, comes in today like usual. but strangely enough, things go a tad further than the surface level small talk you usually have.

a familiar suit clad blonde walked in the near empty cafe you worked in. there was a soft hum of some chatter, but not much, as the early morning sun filtered through the large windows.

some people glanced up from their tables for a second, and some people glanced up at him for a lot more than a small second. could you blame them? no, not really. 

his eyes immediately found yours as he walked up to the cash register which you stood behind, and you found yourself averting your gaze involuntarily. 7:14 AM the time read. there was only one thing that made the early morning shift worth it, and it seemed to be standing right infront of you now. 

today his suit was gray, you noticed. it made his eyes stand out so much more, you nearly stumbled over your words. “you again,” you said, narrowing your eyes jokingly and biting back a smile.

he smiled the tiniest smile, shrugging as if to say ‘what can i say’ before pretending to look up at the menu to order.

“what would you recommend today?” he spoke smoothly, a stark contrast to some of the other people that would come in and simply shout at you.

“why does that matter?” you teased, tilting your head to the side before you looked down at the cash register for a moment and realised you’d already started putting in his usual order. “you get the same thing every time.” 

“'there seem to be no specials, but I'm in the mood for a change.'' he said, his grey eyes doing a once over on you. god, how you wish you weren’t wearing that horrible work apron right now. ''I can be a man full of surprises.”

you let out a small chuckle, “i find that hard to believe.”

everything about him screamed precise and orderly. that was partly what intrigued you so much when you first met him. the fact that he was incredibly gorgeous wasn’t so bad either. 

you expected him to get a black coffee, maybe a croissant if he was feeling extra adventurous that day, but no a large americano and a muffin. he would also get a blueberry scone or two some days, but always get it to go, and never eat it himself.

you almost wondered if he was ordering for someone else, maybe a girlfriend. but again, no. he sat alone with just his work laptop, having his americano and muffin. 

“is that so?” he countered, a slight raise of one of his brows and an amused smile playing on his lips. 

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t smiling yourself. “very much so.” 

you were thankful there weren’t any customers in line behind him that would yell at you for taking too long. but even if there was a rude customer, you doubted they yell.

grayson had one of those sort of intimidating presences that made you think he was born to be a ceo or something. now that he’d been a regular for a couple months, that intimidation mostly wore off on you. you just thought he was a pretty cute guy with an obsession for suits. 

“i suppose i’ll have to prove you wrong then,” he said that in a way that made you think he proves people wrong very often. he adjusted one of his suits lapels, inadvertently drawing your eyes to his arms. “so i ask again, what do you recommend?” 

tearing your eyes away from his arms and back to his face, you asked, “you’re really going with this? okay, fine.” you raised your eyebrows like he had challenged you, but you still couldn’t wipe that stupid smile off your face. 

you rested your hands on the counter, “uhm,” you thought, humming slightly, “well, i usually get a refresher— like the strawberry or dragon fruit ones, or i get a hot chocolate.” you said, then a thought sparked in your mind. “oh! and a chocolate chip cookie. and a cake pop.” 

you bit back a grin— you did not get cake pops or chocolate chip cookies regularly, but the image of grayson with a cake pop or cookie made you want to laugh for some reason. 

“alright then,” he said, ''may i get a medium strawberry refresher, and a,'' he paused, saying the words like they almost pained him, ''two... two chocolate chip cookies, please.''

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

grayson left with his drink and cookie, sitting down at a table a bit further in the back, but he was still conveniently in your eyeline. he opened his briefcase, which you hadn't even realised he was holding. it seemed so natural for him to hold, you hadn't looked twice. you caught yourself looking at him frequently, and sometimes he would glance up from his laptop and lock eyes with you for a moment.

he came up to the counter a few minutes later, his drink finished and thrown away, and a cookie and a half left, adjusting his suit jacket with one hand, briefcase in the other. you fake sighed in annoyance as if his very presence was pestering you-- quite the contrary, really.

he only smiled in response.

''well?'' you said, wiping imaginary dust off of your apron, ''how was it? you sticking to the muffins?''

''I have to say, the refresher wasn't horrible. it was quite nice, actually.'' he said, and you gave him a teasing look that was like, 'told you so!' before he continued. ''however, the cookies were far too sweet. i’m sorry, you seem to have terrible culinary taste.''

you fake scoffed, painting the picture of being truly offended. ''okay, can i tell you a secret?'' you leaned forward, and he entertained you by doing the same, motioning for you to continue. ''yes, you're right. these cookies are absolutely horrible, i agree. but i make much better ones.''

amusement flashed across his eyes, like he guessed you had picked out the not-so-good snacks for him on purpose. “really?” he prompted, a dimple flashing in one of his cheeks as he smiled.

“yes,” you swore seriously with a smile that contrasted that no-nonsense tone, “really.” 

“i’d like to be the judge of that.” he said, his voice low and teasing and- god, you could listen to it forever.

“trust me, i’m not lying. i’ll bring some to work tomorrow, just remind me to actually bake them. i have such bad memory.” 

“and how exactly would i be able to remind you?” he tilted his head to one side slightly, a teasing glint in his eye like he could see where you were getting at, and was entertaining it. 

your heart was beating crazy fast, but it was time to finally make a move on this guy. the cash register flirting was simply not enough anymore. you hoped he felt whatever chemistry you were feeling too-- and that you weren't misreading things. then again, you almost failed the subject, so it wouldn't be surprising if you were still getting it wrong.

“why don’t i give you my number," you started, feeling your hands get clammy, ''and you could text me after my shift?” 

his dimples flashed a second time, his eyes doing another once over on you. okay, surely you couldn't misread that one.

you felt your cheeks get hot as he spoke once again, his voice so smooth and low that it fit perfectly with the serenity of the morning and café. “i think i’d like that very much, and that i'll be looking forward to tomorrow.” 

biting back a smile and ignoring the way your stomach erupted with seemingly a million butterflies , you somehow managed to say, “alright, then. i think i'd like it too.''

you wrote down your number on his receipt, ignoring the way your hands trembled with excitement and nervousness, drawing a little smiley face next to it.

holy shit, you were never like this. your heart raced as you watched his eyes find the bottom of the receipt and give you a tiny smile. you watched him sit down an his work laptop, then pull out his phone, type something in, and put it back in his suit's pocket.

ugh, you would break every rule and look at your phone right now, except you were on your last strike for using your phone in the middle of shifts, and you did not want to get fired from this little coffee shop for the sole reason of seeing that one blonde man every morning and having your usual banter. 

''wait,'' you called out, ''what are you going to do with the rest of the cookies? you said, ''don't tell me you'll throw those absolute delicacies away.'' you added jokingly, and grayson simply shook his head, looking down with a slight laugh with a single blonde strand of hair falling into his face.

''I'm keeping them for my younger brother,'' he replied, a fondness in his voice, ''he's quite something, with his extreme love for baked goods.''

you hummed in thought, suddenly realising this was the first time you'd heard about him having brothers. this was really the first conversation about anything that didn't involve small talk and café related things, and you found yourself wondering what it would be like to continue learning more about him. getting to know eachother.

''I think those atrocious cookies will change that love he has,'' you mumbled under your breath without thinking as you shook your head.

you heard grayson chuckle, ''what was that?'' he teased.

''god, i'm gonna get myself fired. forget i said anything.'' you groaned as you covered your face with your hands, already feeling your cheeks heat up again.

''that would prove very difficult,'' he replied smoothly as you put your hands back down. ''I find it near impossible to forget anything you say to me.''

if you thought your cheeks were heated a few seconds ago, they were blazing now. you averted your gaze for a quick second, but his gaze didn't leave yours.

chuckling slightly, you managed to speak without stumbling. "should i start worrying about all my bad jokes being permanently filed away?"

"bad jokes?" he quipped, "i've yet to hear one from you.'' he did not let up on his charm for a single moment, a laugh escaping your lips before he resumed. ''but if you insist, i’ll let you know when you make your first."

'''I'll see you tomorrow, then?''

you nodded, muttering a small 'bye' as you watched grayson step out of the café, the sound of the door chiming behind him.

the anticipation was unbearable, and despite knowing you were on thin ice with your manager, your hand inched toward your phone on the counter.

a quick glance over your shoulder confirmed no one was watching. you unlocked your phone, heart racing as you checked your notifications.

there it was—a new text, well, one from about 10 minutes ago.

Unknown Number:

Already counting down to tomorrow. 🙃 Don’t forget those cookies you talk of, I'm holding you to it.

you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips as you quickly saved the number, your hands trembling slightly. you almost let out a snort as his emoji choice before typing, glancing again to make sure the coast was clear.

you

i definitely won’t be forgetting now that you've texted I just may be looking forward to tomorrow too 🫣

you were thankful the place was practically empty, because surely you looked like a crazy person, smiling to yourself. you set the phone back down, trying to suppress the giddy warmth spreading through you. the day suddenly didn’t feel quite so long anymore.

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[forbebeandjam]

helllo! can I pls request smutty, angsty, fluffy college au of jealous bada x reader where bada is older than reader and reader has been chasing her for a long time but bada rejected her confession cos(of a silly reason)reader is younger than her so reader just starts hanging out w someone which makes bada jealous and finally confesses her feelings to reader. many thanks to you in advance!!

Sweet & Bitter | Bada Lee x Reader | fluff, smut, angst part 1

Summary: Bada is in love with you but hides it because of your age.

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: It’s my birthday so I’ll celebrate it by giving you guys this birthday special fic 🥳🫶 love you all

Young love...

Bada always saw this as a beautiful thing but she felt like she never experienced it. She had remained single for a long time. She was what you would call a bookworm. 

Always achieved her academic goals and reached for the stars. You admired her from afar all of your high school years and saw how bright she was shining. 

You were always head over heels for her and you always imagined being with her since you were younger. The way she treated you was so sweet and soft, you couldn't help it. You fell for her when you were fifteen and stuck with her.

Your parents were long-time friends as well so you and Bada would oftentimes be together for gatherings, parties, and much more. She also helped you study for a few months during your senior year. 

There was only one thing stopping you from being with her and it was your age. She wouldn't date you because you were too young. Bada made it clear to you when she caught you staring at her during a study session. 

"It's not like we are ten years apart. Bada, I am eighteen. You are twenty-two. Please..." but the answer was always no. Eventually, you stopped insisting and just kept her as a friend.  

Over the years, she began to study to become a lawyer and you were going to the same college as her to become a photographer and editor. With your work already going viral, you managed to get into the same school which made you even more jolly. 

Bada seemed to be happy at the idea as well. You would always bring lunch to her and eat in her small office. She would go to your dorm and you two would simply study and talk.

On the weekends, she would go to your studio and bring your favorite dessert. She would pick you up from your classes and take you for ice cream. Random gifts would appear at your doorstep and... well... you fell harder. 

You rejected countless people and dates. You would exclusively hang out with Bada and everything felt like you two were in a relationship. You were over the moon.

This continued for a year until...

Bada began to be a bit distant. When you brought lunch to her she would take a few bites only to push the food away and hop on a phone call. She stopped showing up to your dorm, studio, and classes. She wouldn't take your phone calls. She would never leave her office and you...

You fell into depression thinking you did something to upset her. Your grades started dropping. You wouldn't leave your dorm room. You spend your weekend crying in your room eating ice cream and calling her number. 

No response. Texts? She would read them and answer with 'I'm busy'

You were slipping slowly into darkness. So you decided to get up one day. Try to cheer yourself up and go get your only love, who you had disguised as your best friend, back. 

You fixed your hair and applied makeup. You picked out your best outfit with the intention of inviting her to dinner. You made a quick stop at a coffee shop and bought her daily iced americano and a heart-shaped sugar cookie. Her favorite combination.

Sweet and bitter. 

You made your way into the building and up the elevator to Bada's floor. The elevator opened and you walked down the hall. You spotted a red-haired girl looking at you with a small smirk. 

"That's a nice outfit, pretty lady. Is that coffee for me?" Aiki said, looking at you up and down. 

"Seriously, Aiki. Stop being a perv. I brought Bada her coffee. Is she in her office?" You asked.

"Ugh... Bada. Always Bada. When will you go out with me?" she said pulling on the hem of your skirt. 

"Do you want to go out with me or get me in your sheets?" You said popping your hip to the side. She stood up and stepped closer to you. 

"Why don't you find out? You might like it," She said making you roll your eyes. 

"Whatever. I'm going," you said but she pulled your arm. 

"My intentions with you are serious, Y/N. Please..." she said with a small pout. 

"I don't know... I'm sorry," you said and started to walk again. 

"Wait... don't go in there. Just one date," she said still holding onto your arms. 

"Okay. One date, but can you let me go?" you asked with a chuckle. 

"Don't go in there, please," she said with pleading eyes. 

"Aiki, you're starting to make me worry," she didn't say anything but shake her head. You pulled away and walked rapidly to Bada's office. You didn't knock and opened the door. Bada's assistant, Redlic, was sitting on her desk with Bada's lips on hers.

The coffee in your hand fell making a loud noise. Bada stopped her actions and turned to you. You already had teary eyes. She wiped her lips and Redlic looked at you with a wry smile. 

You threw the cookie at her chest and sucked up your tears. You walked back to Aiki and she stood up when she saw your teary eyes. 

"I'm sorry," she said. You hugged her tightly and she hugged you back softly patting your head. You began crying in her embrace. Bada looked at you from the door of her office and felt... jealous. 

Not a new feeling for her. She would always get jealous when your friends would go over your house or when someone would ask for your number but you never gave into any of it. So why did you run into Aiki's arms so quickly? 

Then, she realized how badly she had hurt you. The sweet dessert in her hands was now split in half and that's how your heart looked. Just like the cookie in her hands, your heart had always been in her hands and she managed to break it in half. 

She also realized how much she loved you as much as she tried to deny it. As much as she tried to push you away. 

"Y/N!" she said. Aiki glared at her and pulled you out of the room into the elevators. 

"Where are you going?" Redlic said pulling Bada. 

"Why the fuck would you pull me into a kiss like that?" Bada asked. 

"You said you wanted a reason to let her go. For her to get over you. Plus, she is not a woman. She's a little girl, Bada," Redilc replied. 

"This was a mistake. Shit" Bada said walking out of the room. 

⊹˙⋆ PART 2. ⋆˙⊹

[holdinbacksecrets]

uninhibited (and drunk) voicemails from seventeen

forever sending gratitude and love to j @un-love for helping assign these

seungcheol: “i watched you tonight with another man. he held your hand and kissed your forehead. he drank your tea first to check the temperature. he made you laugh. for real. i know because you covered your mouth, still feeling insecure about how far it opens when the reaction can’t be avoided—when the something said was so funny it surprised you. you’re wearing red. your arms were exposed for a while, and i felt my eyes prick with tears at the sight of more tattoos on your skin. ones i didn’t know about. maybe ones you mentioned when they were still just possibilities in your head. not once did i think i wouldn’t see them actualized. not once did i imagine another man’s fingers brushing the ink through the motion of draping his jacket around your shoulders.”

jeonghan: “i’m at home and alone, and it’s wrong to call you. it’s so unfair to call you. i didn’t know how to tell you that the wanting is scary. that the way we love each other is impossible—not for a second do i believe it’s possible to have again, and i’m fucking afraid, probably because i know how much you’ve grown. the thought of letting you down leaves a sour taste, and i’m trying not to be so fucking afraid.”

joshua: “i’m sobering up now, sitting on my mom’s back porch. earlier, i was trying to describe the color of your hair. the best i could come up with was blue frosting like the cupcakes she made for my 10th birthday party. isn’t that outrageous? embarrassing? in my head was a poem, but the alcohol released the silliest set of words i could’ve possibly used to describe a part of you.”

jun: “everything is weird. everyone is strange to me today except for you. i’m drunk. i lost my shoes at some point in the night i think. i can’t recognize anyone around me. their voices don’t sound familiar. i wish you were here. i wish you’d tell me this is miserable for you too; it’s not worth it anymore. would you tell me the truth if i asked? sorry. what a stupid question. i don’t know anyone more honest.”

soonyoung: “i should’ve watched you all day more often. i dream about that. i wanted to, but something always had my attention or interrupted its focus on you. i’m laying here with my eyes closed, imagining all the moments i did watch and wondering if every single one pieced together could consume an entire day.”

wonwoo: “is it ok that i still have your spare key? i’d like to believe it’s something you’d ask to get back, but i wonder if that call isn’t worth making. if the idea of seeing me makes you anxious. but you trust me. out of everyone to still have access to your home, it’s ok that it’s me. i feel sad thinking about it.”

jihoon: “you baked cookies. i froze half of them. there’s one left, and i’m debating whether or not to eat it today. it’s freezing outside, and any view through my window is ruined by the snow. it feels like the perfect night for a cookie with what’s left of my second americano like i can risk losing sleep, but what will be left from you if i give in? everything else feels lifeless—it’s been so long since you’ve touch the clothes and read the books.”

seokmin: “i’m going to a wedding tomorrow. your old neighbor is getting married, and i thought about so many things when he sent me the invitation. i thought he was in love with you for the longest time. remember that? it took me months to admit. then he told me he’s just protective, and i realized there are so many people who see us and care without us ever knowing. so i wondered about a what if between us… what if our paths crossing was shallow and they never intertwined? what if you were just a woman in the grocery store who i’d see once in a while if the timing was right? how long would i think about you before forgetting your face, before forgetting i ever saw you? unless i never would and end up talking about you in my old age to adult children who only know i loved their mother.”

mingyu: “is it ok to call you in the middle of the night? you told me i could. years have passed since that conversation. *laughs* is it strange to think about us back then? how we started on a park bench, basically dated for two years on a park bench. i still think about how your approach to reach me gave away your feelings. you started poised, avoiding eye contact. then it became goofy looks and confident strides before calling my name and skipping to singing the song stuck in your head while you ran to me. i can’t help but wonder what would it look like now?”

minghao: “if you listen to this voicemail, can you tell me what you want? whatever comes to mind after hearing the question. from something small to something weird and the the thing you believe is better left unsaid as if i’d judge the answer, but i won’t. i have no reason to judge you. all i have is curiosity and love and hope for your every day, every want, every touch, every song you sing, every picture you hang, and every night spent barefoot on the balcony- i want to marry you.”

seungkwan: “there’s something on my mind. i’ve wanted to tell you all day. i thought about it at breakfast and started texting you before my manager called and interrupted. so here it is: i used to not understand how tired you’d be with me around. i thought i was boring you for the longest time until i visited my sisters. they exchanged a knowing smile before telling me you’re completely comfortable, that you feel safe enough to slip into the kind of vulnerability that only sleepiness and sleep allow, with your guard lowered, and your heart open. i appreciate how much of you i’ve seen, how deeply i know you—knew you… know you? hmm…”

hansol: “are you traveling? i hope you’re traveling. i know it’s something you promised to do at the start of your 26th year. where did you go? … are you taking lots of pictures? … how does the moon look? that’s your souvenir: the moon in the sky a thousand miles away from home. when you told me the moon thing, i realized i knew nothing about you, and i wanted to know everything.”

chan: “you were in the audience tonight? i didn’t… i wasn’t… thank you for coming. i mailed a ticket, but it was returned to sender. *clears throat* you’re the only person i couldn’t shake wanting to be there. do you know what i mean? people from our pasts we wish could still be present, especially for things they witnessed in early stages. i could shake off all the other absences… old friends, a mentor, but you… *sigh* no way.”

[vainvenus]

꒰ The Café ꒱

Hello! Well to Vainvenus' Café! I'll be your host, Vee. Make sure to order a nice beverage to go with any desserts you end up choosing, don't be scared to ask for a little something extra on top of that dessert or in your drink!

The current fandoms that I'm writing for and that you can request characters from are: Formula one, OBX, PJO, TBOSAS, Hunger Games, Harry Potter, The Black phone, The Outsiders, Marvel and DC. You can request characters from other fandoms, these are just my favorites/what I'm familiar with!

Make sure that when you're requesting you include the Driver/character, who you want saying the quote and which pronouns/gender you would prefer for the reader! Do not request smut/lime for minors or drivers ( I just don't feel comfortable with it lol ) and don't request anything extremely weird! I will not write pedophillia, incest, dubcon or any extremely weird/illegal kinks!

꒰ Beverages ꒱

Hot Chocolate: Fluff

Cold Brew: Slow-burn

Black Coffee: Angst

Chamomile Tea: Hurt + Comfort

Latte: Lime

Coffee Cocktail: Smut

Amaretto: Royalty Au

Cappuccino: College/University Au

Chocolate Milk: Soulmate Au

Lemonade: Fantasy Au

Water: Au of your choice

Americano: Strangers to Lovers

Espresso: Enemies to lovers

Frappuccino: Friends to lover

Latte Macchiato: Opposites attract

Flat White: Fake dating

Earl Grey Tea: Secret Relationship

Green Tea: Unrequited Love

Mocha: Dark!Driver/Character

꒰ Desserts ꒱

Chocolate soufflé: "I trusted you. How could you?"

Blueberry muffin: "Just tell me the truth."

Banana nut muffin: "Are you breaking up with me?"

Strawberry-nutella crepe: "I'm sorr-" "I don't want your apology."

Strawberry cheesecake: "You don't mean that."

Strawberry shortcake: "I don't wanna say goodbye. Not now."

Raspberry cheesecake: "Shhh. It's okay, I'm here."

Classic cheesecake: "Look me in the eyes and tell me it meant nothing."

Strawberry rhubarb cake: "We're not friends anymore."

Molten lava cake: "Can we still be friends?"

Coffee cake: "You promised."

Caramel cake: "Just leave."

Blueberry bundt cake: "Are you...crying?"

Angel food cake: "Don't look at me like that." "Like you love me."

Carrot cake: "I wish you could see yourself like how I see you."

Red velvet cake: "Did you ever mean it when you told me you loved me?"

Chocolate cake: "I can't lose you."

Tiramisu cake: "I wish we never met."

Fruitcake: "For what it's worth, I'm proud of you."

Pumpkin pie: "Can I...hold your hand?"

Cherry pie: "Please don't say you love me."

Apple pie: "Don’t. Don’t promise me anything. It’s not like you keep them anyway."

Pecan pie: "You still love me?" "I never stopped."

Key-lime pie: "Shhh don't apologize."

Lemon meringue pie: "Stop pushing everyone away!"

Coconut creampie: "You're dead to me."

Tres leches: "You liked me this entire time!?"

Parfait: "Staring is rude." "I'm just admiring."

Macaroons: "I could be a better boyfriend/girlfriend than them."

Cinnamon rolls: "Do you want me to stay?"

Oatmeal cookies: "Please don't leave me alone."

Chocolate chip cookies: "For someone who hates me you're not pulling away."

Snickerdoodle cookies: "Stop looking at me like that..it's hurting my feelings."

Gingersnaps: "I love you so much, do you know that?"

Chocolate donuts: "How long has it been since someone hugged you?"

Hazelnut donuts: "Please don't be scared. I won't hurt you, I swear. I'm here to help."

Pancakes: "Breathe, just breathe."

Butterscotch pudding: "Are you sure you're fine?"

Brownies: "Do you hate me or something?"

Blondies: "Does somebody have a crush on me?"

Vanilla ice cream: "You're my priority."

Chocolate ice cream: "I'm not crying, I have allergies."

Strawberry ice cream: "But I don't want them! I want you!"

Neapolitan ice cream: "I got you cherry perfume!" "They like vanilla."

Cookies n cream ice cream: "You're cute when you get angry."

Mint chocolate chip ice cream: "Me? Jealous? Don't make me laugh."

Churros: "I'm gonna fuck you until the only word your little brain can form is my name."

French toast: "That's it, fuck, that's a good girl/boy."

Cream puffs: "You look so pretty like this."

Lemon bars: "Oh c'mon you can give me one more."

Nanaimo bars: "Uh, uh, look at me."

Scones: "Use your words."

Biscotti: "On your knees. Now."

Belgian waffles: "Please, I need you."

Banana pudding: "You'd sound so good begging for me."

Banana bread: "Go on, fuck yourself on my cock."

Banana split: "Is this okay?" "Yeah, that—more than okay. Please—keep going."

Chocolate truffles: "Relax, I've got you."

Chocolate covered strawberries: "Don't do that, I wanna hear all the pretty noises you make."

Puff pastry: "I can't-” “Yes you can."

Baklava: "You're such a fucking slut."

Chouquette: "You either get off on my thigh or nothing."

Creme brûlée: "You're so in for it when we get home."

Flan: "Swallow. All of it."

Chocolate eclair: "That's so fucking hot."

Beignets: "Let's put that mouth to better use."

Chocolate mousse: "So noisy tonight, do I need to gag you?"

Chocolate croissant: "Just relax for me, I'll make it feel good."

Croissant: "You're mine. All mine. Say it."

Strawberry tart: "Please stop teasing me."

Peach Cobbler: "Look at you. Taking me so well."

Madeines: "Oh c'mon you can be louder than that can't you?"

꒰ EXTRA ꒱

Espresso: Rough Sex

Creamer: Gentle Sex

Whipped Cream: Possessive/Obsessive behaviour

Chocolate Chips: Cockwarming

Strawberries: Dumbification:

Coconut shavings: Semi/public sex

Hazelnut drizzle: Dirty talk

Caramel drizzle: Praise

Strawberry drizzle: Degradation

Vanilla drizzle: Edging

Chocolate Drizzle: Overstimulation

Nutella: Kink of your choice

[juniperdugong]

A Taste of That Love Magick

Pairing: GN/barista!reader x Minghao Genre: Fluff CW: Drugging? (Love potion lol) WC: 427

Day 1 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: If you read this and saw different formatting b4... no you didn't.

You didn't understand why it wasn't working! You had done everything just as instructed and it wasn't like you were new to magic by any means. Years of practice under your belt and the fact that you could even keep him coming back served as enough proof of that.

Months. It's been months since Minghao first walked into your small cafe and had you practically drooling into his Americano. Ever since then a steady amount of spellwork and manifestation kept him coming back for more. Over the past couple of weeks, however, your antics had ramped up to the nth degree since you realized you hadn't so much as gotten anything but the name to put on his order.

And now your frustration was settled on your face like a wrinkle as you watched him dead face eat the "free service cookies" for "returning customers", the cookies you've been handing to him with a big ole smile on your face for 3 days straight. The little treats specially made with a little sprinkle of your homemade love potion. Just a small spell that you know you've mastered, you can't even count the amount of friends love lives you've helped with it.

But now it decides not to work! Of course! Of course, when it comes to your love life they decide not to work... With a disgruntled sigh, you facepalm at the counter - Minghao still munching and sipping away with not so much as an ounce of affection spilling from him.

Your manager comes in, reminding you not to dilly-dally, and you all but weep as you get back to work. A few minutes later Hao is joined by taller friend of his and they get to chatting while you start thinking of more ways to try and charm him.

"That barista is kinda cute... Must be having a bad day though..." Mingyu says as he sits down with his own drink in hand.

"Why do you say that?" Hao questions as he takes another bite of his cookie without looking back towards you.

"They just sounded exasperated when taking my order- Ooo cookies! Can I-" As soon as Mingyu reaches a hand out to break a piece of a cookie off Hao swats it away with force.

"These are mine. For regular customers only..." Minghao says to his friend sternly. A small smirk on his face as he takes the last sip of his drink, reveling in the fact that you don't know that your cafe is the only one he ever visits these days.

A/N: Love when I have writers block all week and the first thing I come back with is a drabble event and not the next part of the costume series... SORRY. Love y'all! I promise to get the rest of them out by Halloween lol, hoping this event gets me to write consistently

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