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stonedficz · 1 day ago

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hi this is it. title is a pun. ENJOYYYYY‼️‼️‼️‼️

Most of my publishes will include music. Music is a HUGE part of writing for me, as it helps me set the tone for my work. If able, please listen as you read!

schlatt x streamer!reader

✰ star shaped ✰

ch. 1 ❛ talk about being roux ❜

you were a whore for him. parasocially, of course.

Spending the past 4 years of your life obsessing over someone online was the most entertainment you could find besides trying to pass your college classes.

You had been a fan for years - literally, since 2020. You weren't there for the start of Schlatt's career, but by God, you wish you could've been. He gave you some inspiration to livestream/vlog stream just for fun. You had seen almost every video as soon as it released, every live, everything. Now, you just wanted to be like the big angry guy you watched videos of on your laptop, but better.

Maybe it was your college aspirations, the lack of support from your family, or something else - no matter what it was, you were here. 5 followers on twitch in.

Despite the lack of viewers, you continued streaming happily. You were meal prepping for the next week of work and school to try and save money. It just so happened to be a good content idea as well.

"So, if you look here," you patiently looked and pointed down at your frying pan, showing the camera and 3 viewers your pov. "- the roux is starting to burn. I'm gonna have to take it off the heat and try to add some more milk to fix the flavor. I don't have any more garlic powder so I can't remake it unfortunately." you frowned as you set the pan on a different eye, gently adding more milk. Your eyes flickered down to the chat on your phone.

"whats a roux"

A heavy sigh left your mouth, you had been at this for 2 hours. Streaming, that is. Now you didn't have the patience to answer questions. Then you saw a notification.

BigGuy is live now! Streaming: fixing my minecraft house

"Alright my friends, I think it's time for me to go." you smiled at the camera and waved. "The roux needs my whole attention, so I'll see you 3 later!" God, you were a terrible liar. You hit end stream pretty abruptly, immediately clicking on the notification.

"Hey guys, thanks for joining in," Schlatt breathed as he sat in his chair, turning side to side. He just looked at his screen blankly for a few minutes, occasionally making comments. TTS hadn't started yet but you were anxious to get your message in first. Anything to get his attention.

"Remember, TTS starts at 25 you broke bitches. I don't wanna hear about it being too expensive. Postcards are 50! Let's see what's in the mailbo-" He was cut off by the normal loud TTS voice.

"hi handsome! good to see you on again! I finished up my stream right when you started. have a good time <3 - cookkizkill" you typed in at light speed. Somehow, someway, the past 5 streams you had made it in as the first TTS donation. Pure luck.

"Oh God, not you again you little fuck. How do you manage to get the FIRST TTS in every damn time??? Competitive ass bitch. But thank you anyways.” he yelled and laughed, opening up his mailbox in the game. It didn't matter that he made fun of you - that was his persona, it didn't mean much. All you cared about was being seen. God, you were obsessed.

It went further than this. You GENUINELY were interested in Schlatt - you didn't even know his name. You were the obsessive, love-at-first-sight type. You still thought about a sweet boy from a coffee shop when you were in your junior year. Once you liked something, you had to have it. Unfortunately, millions of other people felt the same. Yuck. So.. now it was this. You sent donos, dm’ed him, everything you could to kindly, gently, and hopefully get him to put you on his channel. That was the boost you needed. Socially, and egotistically.

The dream: meet schlatt. Didn’t matter if it was in New York, at a meet n greet he would never do, or for media.

You knew you wouldn’t make it big enough to quit your job - you didn’t want to, you just wanted to be able to show the internet your life. You wanted others to find community.

—

You continued to watch the stream, he was playing Minecraft, drinking, the usual. Messages were flooding in. Soon enough though, it was 10 pm, and he was about done.

POV: Schlatt. 7:03 pm

“Ahh fuck,” he sighed, sipping on a glass of whiskey. “What’s up fuckers? Welcome to the stream, welcome,” he nodded and chuckled as he watched the people and chats flood in. “Remember, TTS starts at 25 you broke bitches. I don't wanna hear about it being too expensive. Postcards are 50! Let's see what's in the mailbo-“ he was cut off by the first TTS donation. It was the same person from the past few streams. Somehow, they managed ro get first dono more than twice in a row. “Lucky fuck.” He muttered under his breath.

“hi handsome! good to see you on again! I finished up my stream right when you started. have a good time <3 - cookkizkill"

"Oh God, not you again you little fuck. How do you manage to get the FIRST TTS in every damn time??? Competitive ass bitch. But thank you anyways.” He yelled and chuckled - rubbing the thin beard on his chin and his mutton chops for comedic effect. He knew a lot of people wanted him, lusted over him, loved him - but he couldn’t help but smile when people gave him a normal compliment. It felt good to be talked to like normal. Normal normal normal. He knew he wasn’t that, but it didn’t matter, being a star always had it’s perks.

“Alright, guys, lets get in. Fuck all of you shaming my house. FUCK YOU.” He yelled, furrowing his brows in faux anger.

—

3 hours had passed. Schlatt ended up building a new house, opening letters, and getting spammed with donations. God, that felt good. ‘Money, money, money, bitch.’ He thought to himself.

“Alright guys,” he let his tongue swirl in his jaw. “I’m fucking plastered. I’m done for tonight. Hope you enjoyed!” His cheeky smile flooded thousands of screens as he ended the live.

“Motherfucker.. jambo, i’m so fucking tired.” He complained, letting Jambo jump into his lap. His hands grazed over his fur as he headbutted schlatt. He yawned, sipping the last of his glass of whiskey. Jambo jumped down, awaiting their bedtime routine. “Moowwww!” Schlatt looked down at him.

“Alright, alright. I’m not feeding you again though.” Schlatt shut out all the lights in his office, slowly making his way into his bedroom, then his bathroom. He got onto insta when he was done getting ready for bed.

“Shiit, that’s a nice ass car.” He muttered to himself, scrolling. His thumbs grazed the screen hesitantly.

“I wonder..”

Every now and then, he would look at his message requests to see the ridiculous things people sent him. Family photos, death threats, achievements, etc. Every week though, there was the same username. “cookkizkill” managed to catch his eye. She never harassed him. Belittled him. Judged. Spammed. Begged. Nothing. She was overly normal in how she messaged him - and by God, she did it everywhere. Though, no matter what she sent, she said thank you, and wished him the best. Odd. Peculiar. Weird.

“Hmph.” His brows furrowed. He was intrigued. He looked at her messages frequently, never replying. If he replied to one, everyone would expect him to.

He opened the chat request.

cookkizkill

hi handsome! i finally hit 5 twitch followers. yesterday i hit 200 subs on yt. thank you for being a great influence!! i know i wont be huge, but I’m thankful i get a chance to share my life with people. thank you for your stream today! i hope to be on one with you sometime <3

5 minutes ago

accept request?

Click.

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forsaken-headcanons · 18 hours ago

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7n7 and c00lkidd stuff because people don't seem to talk about these guys that much (/j) (/lh)

7n7's glasses weren't just for his eyesight, but also functioned as computer glasses. without them, he quickly gets awful headaches whenever he looks at a screen. part of the reason why the c00lgui takes so long to use is because his head is killing him the entire time (don't mind me just projecting a bit).

although 7n7 doesnt recognize c00lkidd, sometimes when he hears c00lkidd get hurt during a round, he instinctively goes into dad mode and starts running towards him to check on him. it takes a few seconds for him to "realize" he's running straight towards a monster for no reason

(both 7n7 and the other survivors are aware that 7n7 isn't very physically fit or strong, and overall isn't actually that intimidating outside his old hacker persona. all the more reason why shedletsky will never admit he felt pure, unadultered terror that one time he hit c00lkidd with his sword and saw 7n7 BOOKING it towards him with murderous intent. he's taking that image to his grave.)

c00lkidd would always try and sneak off with 7n7's c00lgui, despite his dad's best efforts to keep him away from it. eventually, 7n7 gave up and decided to make a downgraded c00lgui that was safer to mess around with. (c00lkidd eventually figured out how to access the more powerful and undesirable features anyways, but 7n7 didn't need to know that.)

pre-forsaken, 7n7 mostly used the clones to watch over c00lkidd while he was at work. he HATED relying on them for childcare and knew the kid deserved to have his actual father around, or at least a real human being in general, but he literally had no choice; he was working multiple jobs, he couldn't afford babysitting, and there wasn't anyone he could turn to for help. it was one of his deepest regrets while taking care of c00lkidd.

anyways c00lkidd thought the fact that his dad could clone himself was the coolest thing ever (cue subtle foreshadowing "i wanna be just like him one day"). nowadays, his only gripe is that 7n7 keeps using them to cheat at "tag".

(his name is 7n7 he made the clone. sorry but 7n7's getting a jackie's box skin soon, you are Not escaping jackie's box)

Excuse me. He is getting a what skin. You're joking.

Oh God you're right. Why did you tell me. I wanted to stay blissfully unaware.

#forsaken headcanons #forsaken roblox #forsaken #roblox forsaken #007n7 forsaken #c00lkidd forsaken

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hyperfixatorofweirdthings · 3 days ago

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Saver of the Haven part 6

Phew this has gotten farther than I expected it

Chapter 6: The Game

Dogday picked a Lil Dogday:Matt, Bubba Bubbaphant:Jerry, KickenChicken:Hayden, Craftycorn:River, Picky Piggy:Emma, and Lil Kissy Missy:Ash.

Poppy picked a Lil Kissy Missy:Avery, Hoppy Hopscotch:Ariana, Picky Piggy:Charlotte, Bubba Bubbaphant:Gerald, Catnap:Artemis, and Bobby Bearhug:Luna.

Kissy Missy picked a KickenChicken:Julian, Hoppy Hopscotch:Ava, Bubba Bubbaphant:Kaden, Picky Piggy:Amelia, Catnap:Finn, and Bobby Bearhug:Liz

Doey picked a Lil Dogday:Liam, Bobby Bearhug:Izzy, Craftycorn:Jade, Lil Kissy Missy:Sage, Catnap:Michael, and a Hoppy Hopscotch: Stephanie.

The rest wanna be "Cheater detectors" that being a KickenChicken:Aden, Lil Dogday:Oliver, Craftcorn:Noah, Medic, and Boogie Bot:Scout.

The captains of course were the toys going against each other. Their little teammates being able to interact with one captain ONCE each. They couldn't try to push them over but they could interact with them in some way.

"Let the game BEGIN!" You yell this before turning around and saying greenlight. You hear the toys cheering for their captain to win. Poppy had a bit of a disadvantage or a pretty big one for being to small so you let her pick ONE other toy to swap with if she ever got tired or had an idea. She could do this a total of three times.

You turn back around after saying red-light. Everyone was completely still. "Phew I thought at least one of you would've messed up." You giggle at the thought a goofy smile on your face. "Oh and another fun little rule for the people on the sidelines. You each can interact with a captain once. You can touch them, tickle them, have fun. Oh and captains you can talk when frozen just don't move your arms and legs and such." You turn back around shouting green light.

You give extra time before you say red light, spinning around. You watch a toy run over to Doey and start climbing up his leg. He was in mid step. "HEY! I SAID TOUCHING NOT CLIMBING!" You send Oliver and Scout over to catch the little KickenChicken. You have them put the toy in a sort of "time out". Doey was using all his will power not to move to get the toy off him. Not because he was tickling him but because he didn't want him to slip and get hurt. You look at Doey giving him a thumbs up.

The captains still weren't talking you knew why Kissy wasn't but the rest could. "You guys know you can talk right it isn't a joke..." Poppy cleared her throat "We are focusing Angel. Do you understand how much focus you have to have to be able to stand still in mid step?!" You look at Doey a look of pure focus on his face. You think for a minute "Hmm I suppose but I still think it's funny no one is trash talking." You shrug turning around.

You gave less time spinning around the second you said red light. Kissy had lost her balance falling forward. The other three took a gasp of breath. They couldn't run over to make sure she was alright... You tell the "Cheater detectors" to stay near your spot. You run over to Kissy helping her up. "You alright Kissy?" You ask looking up at her. She nodded quickly looking down at her legs. No scratches. ...But you seem to got it.

She walked to the beginning her teammates double checking she was fine and chatting about a game plan. You wait for them to finish zoning out on Poppy while in your thoughts. She waited a while before addressing it. "Uhh do you need something..." You shook your head back and forth quickly, "Sorry just...thinking." She had to stop herself from shaking her head so instead she just responded with a thick mhm.

So far Doey was in the lead till you caught him trying to tickle Dogday. "HEY DOEY! I see that mister!" His whole team groaned when his red teeth showed in a smile. "Sorry." You just put your hand on your head shaking it. "You really are something." After toys kept getting close and being sent back you started feeling tired, all of a sudden.

You decide to swap with Oliver letting him be the person who's it. He eagerly swaps with you not even hesitating. But the real Dogday was questioning you. "Are you alright Angel?" He asked when Oliver turned around. It takes you a moment to realize he was talking to you before you gave him a slight nod. "Just...tired." He hesitates before nodding and freezing due to Oliver turning back around. Everytime you looked up from looking at the ground someone was always making sure you were ok. Even the toys on the sidelines.

You decided to leave the game for a minute to grab your journal. Maybe it could help you fight your exhaustion. You wave a hand when everyone asked where you were going. "Just continue the game I'll be back in a minute." You give them a tired smile before walking into the house. You find your journal in the corner of your bedroom. You grab your phone and a pen and make your way back outside. Poppy was in the lead when you went back out. Her team cheering her on.

This was the point her team started trying to tickle Dogday. Trying to get him to fall behind, but he stayed strong. You giggled the whole time wondering if he was gonna break. But he never did. You made a mental note not to mess with him. You started drifting off even while you were on the ground writing. So you decide to stand back up locking your journal and setting it on the ground. You stretch and yawn before walking over to Doey. A scared look spreads across his face as you walk over. But instead you just leaned against him. A small protest was let out but before he could try to get you off Oliver turned around. Causing him to grumble.

You walk away from Doey walking over and petting Dogday. He almost kicked his leg but he couldn't, not yet. You then walked over to Kissy tickling her. She giggled slightly but didn't move at all. You then tried to tickle Poppy but it didn't work. You sighed walking back to your spot. You sit down pure exhaustion all over your face. You must've drifted off...

You woke up toys surrounding you checking if you were ok. A scared look fell over your face when you realized you fell asleep. You jumped up telling everyone you were ok both short and tall. You looked up and down assuring everyone. You tried backing away to get some room only for them to follow. You tried telling them you were fine again and asking them to back up. Only a few did. But then it happened. You coughed, a sickly cough. Everyone froze staring at you.

Uh oh. You grab your journal and make a run for it. You try to make it to the house before being overwhelmed by so many toys. The little ones fell behind but Dogday, Kissy, and Doey were faster than you. You knew that. You used all your energy to make it in the house sliding into your room and slaming the door shut locking it.

Doey slammed into the door making it rattle. (Would've broken it had he not slowed down) "HEY! YOU GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!" You could just imagine his red teeth. It was Kevin and he was not happy.

Dogday and Kissy both watched as Doey tried slipping under the door. He knew it was wrong but he had to take care of you.

You didn't wanna hurt him so instead you backed away going into the bathroom after grabbing a pair of PJs. He couldn't come into the room if you said you were changing. Right? Hopefully.

He made it into your room looking for you. He heard you in the bathroom ready to slip under when he heard you scream "IM CHANGING! IF YOU COME IN I WILL NOT HESITATE TO STEP ON YOU!" He stopped immediately. He had to respect you privacy. So he sat on the ground heavily criss crossed apple sauce with his arms in his lap.

You got dressed quickly just in case he got impatient and tried to get in again. You sat on the toilet letting out another loud cough. You groaned. You felt awful. No way you were sick! No wonder you felt so tired you were fighting off a whole sickness. Haven't you been through enough? You looked at yourself in the mirror. You were disgruntled, you had bags under your eyes and a sad expression. You tried smiling but it seemed so fake.

Eventually you walked out. Doey was surprised when you did jumping up to grab your shoulders. He looked into your eyes. You tried smiling. But it only made him grimace more. Your smile was clearly fake. He shook his head, "How about you rest? Your clearly not feeling good." You shake your head the second he said rest. "I still have to make dinner. Now I gotta check who was in the lead when the game...ended." "No." He said it so sternly you couldn't help but be offended, "Excuse me?" "You are more than exhausted, you look like if you take another step you might melt." "I'm highly capable of caring for myself and the other kids. And you. Just because you are mentally older than me and should be older than me doesn't mean you are!" You jab a finger in his chest to get the point a cross.

He takes a long time to answer. Too long. You tried walking away but he held you firmly. "You. Will. Rest." He said each word with some distaste. As if he'd just ate a lemon. His teeth flickered in his dough causing you to stop moving. Doey could be threatening when he wanted to be. He was really scary. You knew very well one wrong move and you would be forced. Even if it meant strapping you down. You took a deep breath before pushing his hands off your shoulder. "I will make dinner. Then I will lay down. Ok?"

He took a minute to answer before he decided, "Fine. But the second you finish I will be putting you to sleep." You walk past him finding Dogday next to the door. He yelped. He was listening in.

"Hey Dogday." You give him a smile followed by a hard cough and groan. "Are you alright Angel. You don't look...good." You try for a smile again "Haven't felt better." You walk past him before he could utter another word. You make your way to the other toys. "Soo who was in first when we ended the game?" The critters started spitting out their captains names. "Woah there! I need the truth people." They stop talking before pointing at Dogday behind you. You turn around, "So you were in the lead?" He shook his head weakly watching as you turned back around.

Eventually the toys picked what they wanted. Waffles. Why they picked waffles? You had no clue, but you got to work. You checked the time, "5:30" well you better try to make these quick. You eventually started making them. Slowly but surely you made about five plates, handing them out. You gave one waffle to each toy with syrup and butter of course. You tried going fast but didn't wanna hurt yourself with the waffle iron.

You let out a tired sigh as you finished the last few waffles. You were fighting exhaustion at this point pushing yourself to continue. You hand Kissy and Poppy their plates with a gentle smile. "Here you two go!" They stared at you for a minute after grabbing the plates. You looked completely out of your mind. Bags under your eyes, messy hair, red nose, a crazed smile on your face. It seemed like that smile was the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground. They walked away letting you continue your job. You finished, giving Dogday and Doey their plates as they gave you the same concerned and worried look. Before they could start talking you walked away waving your hand.

You walked into the bathroom looking st yourself in the mirror. Goodness you looked like a mess, no wonder you were getting weird looks. You try to tame your hair with a brush, after taking some cough medicine in hopes it'll help. You let loose another cough. You try blowing your nose to see if it'll help, even just a little. But of course it does nothing really.

You walk out finding Dogday and Doey missing. You shrug going to grab your journal and pen. You would lay down, but technically you didn't have to sleep yet. You walk into your room getting comfy on your bed. You write for a while, when you hear a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You holler the effort made you cough. As you locked your book, you see an orange paw open the door. Dogday slips in Doey and Kissy and finally Poppy following. You tilt your head slightly confused why they were all coming in. "Hmm? What do you four need?" Dogday clears his throat before talking glancing nervously at the other three. They nodded their heads as if to tell him to continue. "We are just...really worried about you Angel." You practically laugh, "Worried? About me?"

"Yes. Angel. We all are worried about you." You start to talk when Doey cuts you off. "You haven't been eating or sleeping nearly as much as you should. Nor have you been taking care if yourself!" You look at Doey. You climb out of bed besides the many protests. "First of all..." You glare at all of them before pointing at Doey. "...you sir starved and exhausted yourself to care for these toys." You make a swing of both arms displaying all the toys here in your house. He tries to cut in but you keep talking your glare unwavering. "Second of all I am the adult here. I'm in charge. I've been through enough to know my boundaries. I don't have enough money for me and everyone else to enjoy three meals everyday. So maybe I skipped a few days so what? What if I'm sick? I still gotta run this place." You stare at Doey and the rest of them waiting for one to speak up.

"You are also a human." The sentence feels like a stab in your chest. The look on their faces was enough for it to hurt even more. "You are all human as much as I. You all know that." Doey quickly warps his hand to show a small version of himself before talking again. "This is not something humans can do last I checked. IM NOT HUMAN. I'm far from it at this point." He looks away, looking at a spot on the floor. You step until you are standing right in front of Doey. He looks back up at you a frown drawn on his face. "You're human enough to stand in front of me right now. You have all the functions a human does, slightly different maybe but still. So what if your made of play-doh? Last I checked..." You choked back tears "...you are still huggable." When you said this part you wrap him in a hug, barely able to hug around his whole body. Letting tears slip down your face as you hugged tighter.

He was surprised you hugged him to say the very least. All of the toys were surprised. They all felt bad for making you cry. It was already sad when they saw others cry. But for some reason seeing your actual tears made it hurt twice as much.

You hugged him tighter when he tried to pull away murmuring. "Just because you are different, doesn't mean you aren't human." He looked at the other toys not sure what to do. He pulls you away from him, holding your shoulders. "Now what you need is some sleep. You still need it more than us." You pause for a minute before trying to convince them you were fine. You weren't tired. But they quickly shut you down and put you into bed. They tucked you in and left. Only Dogday stayed watching.

He wanted to make sure you didn't get up. Sort of like... a guard dog. You watch him pace back and forth glancing up at you before looking back down. You started feeling exhaustion take hold and you slipped into your dreams.

You found yourself back at Playtime co. But something was wrong... You were controlling your body but at the same time you weren't. You started running. Running until you could barely do it anymore.

You found yourself at Safe Haven. But... Carcasses of the once cheerful toys were littered around, on the floor, skewed about. You gasp in horror. "N-no, no. NO NO NO!" You started running further in. You find Doey holding a Bobby Bearhug.

He looks up at you. Before he could start talking you start yelling panic clear in your voice. "WHERES DOGDAY!?" He looks at you anger, worry, sadness warping his face. "Dogdays dead. They're all dead. And it's ALL YOUR FAULT!" He jabs a finger at you before continuing to talk. "It's YOU and POPPY. IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!"

You felt yourself choking over your own grief before talking. "I- didn't do anything. Doey. Kevin. You know that." He freezes. You rarely called him by his old names. But this made him even angrier. "THE GENTLE VOICES LIE. I KNOW WHAT THEY DO! THEY LIE! AND THEY HURT! AND THEY POKE!" You step back clearly horrified out of your mind. "ILL KILL YOU!" You see an exit just to the left of Doey prepared to run for your life.

The rubble crushed him. You let loose a cry of pain. Before he came out. Warped. Not the Doey you knew and love. He started chasing you, you ran, and ran. You tried to get away from him without hurting him. But the answer hit you like a brick wall. You had to. You start using the gas against him, cutting into him with the saw. Trying to talk him out of his anger. But it was no use. Everytime you brought the saw down you looked away tears continuing to fall.

He melts into the floor you thought for sure he was dead falling to your knees. Taking multiple minutes before you continued, wiping away tears. He appeared out of no where. He grabbed you causing you to shriek. You realize what has to be done. You took the flare and shot it at the gas tank. You pull the hydraulic press down on him prepared for the worse.

He holds it up talking, saying he wasn't good enough. You let out cries. "Y-you... you are good enough!" Y-your ev-everything I've ever...wanted!" But he lost his grip the press finally falling on him. You cry even harder dropping next to his head holding it in your lap sobbing. He muttered two apologies. While you yelled at him, saying he didn't need to apologize.

And he was gone.

You grab his hat holding it to your chest. You would never forget him.

The nightmare melts before you stand before Dogday. He was chained legless. As he was when you found him. But this time.. you were frozen. You couldn't or...wouldn't run forward to help him. You yelled but nothing came out. He talked sadly to you. Calling you Poppy's Angel. You screamed even louder when he said for you to leave. The critters crawled into him making you finally able to cry out. He yells at you to leave him. Your instincts take over, causing you to start running. You have to avoid him. Crying as you did so.

The nightmare once again falls apart this time you were with Kissy and Poppy. Ollie was talking to you guys. Or... the prototype. When he said this Poppy was shocked and Kissy started shaking. After the prototype continued to speak Poppy runs off you scream at her as she does. But then the beeping starts. You freak out not sure what to do. But it's to late. You find yourself being held only by Kissy. Her arm starts to rip. You hear a loud tear of fabric. You yelp her name as you fell.

You wake up with a cry, warm tears falling down your face. You whip your head around seeing if anyone is there. You jump up. You have to make sure it was just a dream...just a dream.

You walk out immediately seeing Doey supposedly sleeping with a bunch of critters on him. You let out a sob of relief. It was just a nightmare(s).

You walk back to your room thinking no one was the wiser. And sit back down on your bed. You were breathing heavily as you tried to bring yourself back together to try to go back to sleep. You hear a knock on your door seeing an orange hand slide through. "May I come in?" "I- uh...sure...Doey." He walks in a clear look of concern on his face as he looks you up and down.

He stops at your face seeing your tears. You try wiping them away quickly. "I-its nothing. Don't worry about it... Doey." You mumble while looking at the ground. "You clearly aren't fine. What happened?"

"I- had a few nightmares, nothing to worry about bud." He stares at you clearly unconvinced. "About... what?" You sit there wondering if you should talk about it or keep it to yourself. You must've been thinking for a long time because you felt a hand touch your knee. "You-don't have to share if you don't want to..." You shake your head. "I-its fine I just...it was unnerving to say the very least."

You sit still for a moment before talking. You explained your nightmares. Doing everything in your power not to start crying once again. His face changes after each sentence you said. Surprised, scared, horror. After you finished he just...stared at you unsure what to say.

He clears his throat before talking, "They're just nightmares though...I get they can be. Scary. But you don't have to worry about it. I'm right here." He ends with a warm smile on his face. You shake your head slightly before letting out a sigh. "They...felt so real is all. Makes them more...creepy." You crawl back into your bed watching as Doey stood in the doorway for a minute.

He eventually left once he was sure you'd be alright. You fall back asleep.

The toys were worried about you. First you starve yourself and exhaust yourself just for them... you get sick and push yourself. And now your getting nightmares. They all felt horrible. They started a certain... group/project. One toy had to be with you at all times. A small one or a bigger body it didn't matter.

You wake up a little Bobby Bearhug snuggled with you. "Aww Hiya Izzy!" You knew it was Izzy due to her little bracelet with her name on it. The critters were trying to make name tags so you could tell the difference between them better. She sits up before crawling onto your chest. "Goodmorning mom!" You giggle picking her up as you sit up.

As you got up to make breakfast you heard yelling. You couldn't figure out who was talking but you ran out of your room into the living room. You find a catnap and dogday arguing while Dogday tried to break them up. You walk over Izzy on your heels.

"Hey what's going on?" You try rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you stand next to Dogday. "These two got into a fight. Doey isn't here so I'm on argument dury." He let's out a sigh as he glances over at you. He thought you were a little toy but once he say your socked feet and made his way up he realized it was you. "Oh! Hi Angel. I- didn't realize it was you." Yoy give him a smile "No worries. How about help out though? You look tired."

"I'm fine. The toys just think they can get away with stuff now that Doey isn't...in the room." He paused picking his words carefully. "Well I can still help!" You sit next to the two toys still arguing. They were arguing about who was the better care taker... you or Doey. The catnap was saying Doey and the dogday was saying you.

"Hey you guys." You smile at them. They jumped when they heard your voice immediately stopping the argument. "H-hi mom." The dogday let's out...almost scared of you. "So what's going on? What's with the yelling?" The dogday clears his throat to tell you when the catnap cuts him off. "We were ju-" "We were arguing about who was the better care taker!" You think for a moment before deciding Doey was in fact better. But to your disappointment when you said this the dogday shook his head.

"You're better! You've given us more food, helped us get out, and gave us another chance at life. Don't get me wrong Doey was...amazing but..." You let out a sigh. You look at the bracelet on the dogdays arm. It was Oliver. "Oliver I know I am a good parent figure but Doey kept you save far longer than I have. I may be able to give more but... Doey did everything he could for you guys. I even think he's better than me." Your smile grows even bigger as Oliver starts thinking. "I guess but I think you both are...good care takers." He looked up at you a bit of a shine in his eyes. "Of course we are. We are both doing everything we can for you toys."

Eventually Oliver and the catnap who ended up being Artemis hugged and apologized. You got up giving Dogday a thumbs up which he returned gratefully.

You ask the question burning inside of you. "Where is Doey?" Dogday freezes and so do all the toys. "I-uh he's just...busy." Hands on your hips you look Dogday up and down. He wasn't lying, but he wasn't telling you the whole truth.

You decide to walk away but stop when you see the calender littered with names. You look at today and see Izzy's name written in red sharpie. "Huh." You look down at Izzy pointing at the calender. "What's this about?" She looks up at you tilting her head before responding. "Oh! That's to show what toy stays with you what days."

"What..?" "It's a project! A toy always has to be with you so this shows what toy will be with you, each day." You scan the calendar seeing each toys name written in their corresponding color. Doey being written in all four of his colors. A bigger body always had you on Saturday. You wondered why but shook your head looking at the other names. Izzy doesn't have you again until next month.

Poppy always had you with Kissy. You felt like a little kid once again. But the toys were worried about you. So they were just taking precautions.

But you still wonder. What's Doey up to.

#Doey the doughman #Ppt x reader #Dogday #Kissy Missy #Poppy #Doey fanfic #Ppt fanfic #Smiling critters

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reikafanfic · 24 hours ago

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NSFW Headcanons For ZeroBaseOne Maknae Line

Includes:- Taerae, Ricky, Gyuvin, Gunwook

Shimkongz section is kinda long, mb guys, they're my biases 😞🔫

Many typos, not much grammar.

Hyung line, Maknae line

✿ ✿ Taerae ✿ ✿

Every group has a bitchless virgin and I fear Taerae is it HEAR ME OUT✋🏼✋🏼

Just never really bad the opportunity, I also kinda get the vibe he was less interested in romance than other people.

Or maybe that's just me leaning into the fact that he's the only T in the group.

He's awkward as hell I'm the beginning, stops you before something can really happen because he's kind of shy.

You definitely have to take a more forward role in the beginning but I don't see him as someone who's really into Dom/sub dynamics.

Pretty vanilla, at least for now.

REALLY likes getting head, seeing you on your knees trying to please him really gets him going.

Prettiest moans, his voice is so beautiful like 🤭

Cums ALOT, his thighs shake from how much he cums sometimes.

Speaking of which, he gets really tired after sex, like fall asleep any minute type of tired, just wants to cuddle and go to sleep.

Gets kind of annoyed when you insists on cleaning up but will do it if you make enough of a stink about it.

✿ ✿ Ricky ✿ ✿

lol. Lmao even.

I'm sorry everyone but in my heart this man is a loser.

Wdym you played daddy's home on your live stream and posed? YOU WANNA BE COOL SO BAD🫵🏼 (I say this with affection)

Talks a big game but at the end of the day he's only like 20 years old and doesn't have much experience.

Tries to do the daddy Dom stuff, fails spectacularly.

Really ties to be a hard dom but he's too much of a softy for that, he isn't a virgin but still needs to figure out what works for him.

Definitely does like being dominant just not as hard as he thought he did, think of him as a soft dom that's into some hard kinks.

Praise kink. Both giving and recieving, he isn't insecure in anyway but it really turns him on when you talk about how food he's making you feel.

Vice versa he also loves praising you, most of its unconscious though, it kinda spills out when he's inside you.

More switchy than he initially thought he would be, the first time you pushed him onto the bed to ride him, it unlocked something within him.

Lazy as hell during aftercare, usually you have to pester him to come shower with you.

Will order you food though, anything you want, Mr tall rich and handsome over here

✿ ✿ Gyuvin ✿ ✿

Service Top. Argue with the wall because I'm right!!

Into minor pet play, being called puppy and such. Might even let you put a collar on him of you really want.

Also doesn't have much experience but I don't think he's a virgin either, maybe slept with one more person before you.

HAVE YOU SEEN HIS HANDS.

Has you lean your back against his chest and spread your legs so he can finger you easier, won't let you get up until he's made you cum at least twice.

Also a switch, he's so much of a service top that he'll sub if that's what you want.

Huge praise kink, on the receiving end. I remember he mentioned once that he didn't get a lot of compliments growing up so when you praise him, especially when he's fucking you, it really gets to him.

Also feel like he cries after sometimes, I feel like he's just a emotional person in general.

Speaking of being a service top, another munch 🙏🏼, laps you up like a dog (istg I can't go more than two posts without writing something with pet play, that's mb)

Prefers missionary, really likes seeing your face and the way it contorts when he's hitting it right.

Really cuddly during aftercare, wants to talk to you and just hold you for a while, pulls up and covers and brushes your hair out of your face, smiling as he talks about anything and everything with you.

You eventually start feeling gross though and make him clean you up.

Small spoon.

Sigh, I want him do bad it's not even funny.

✿ ✿ Gunwook ✿ ✿

He's such a tease, type of guy to hold something over his head so he can watch you try to reach for it, that translates into bed too.

Makes you say what you want, even when it's clear as day, will literally have you half naked I his bed and still insist you tell him exactly what you want.

Consent king?? I guess???

Also loves getting head, like so much that he'll go out of his way to ask for it, not that you mind though, he's got a pretty dick and even prettier moans.

He's into mild bondage too, both being tied up and tying you up, something about him being at your mercy turns him on immensely, and vice versa.

Into body worship, giggles and blushes whoever you point out how good his muscles look in his tank top, shaking his head and denying your compliment, all the while your words went straight to his dick.

Has a pretty high libido, you've done it in less than private places more than once, he just can't help himself.

Kinda shit at aftercare at first, just kinda goes to sleep, maybe draping a arm around you.

He learns overtime though, he still does the bare minimum but he genuinely does care.

Big spoon.

Don't really like this but I still wanted to post </3

#zerobaseone hard hours #zerobaseone x reader #zerobaseone smut #Taerae smut #taerae x reader #taerae hard thoughts #taerae hard hours #ricky x reader #ricky smut #ricky hard thoughts #ricky hard hours #Gyuvin x reader #Gyuvin smut #gyuvin hard hours #gyuvin hard thoughts #Gunwook x reader #gunwook smut #gunwook hard hours #gunwook hard thoughts

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cvnt4him · 2 days ago

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hinting to tobio you like him is....not as easy as you think.

The kurasuno boys are practicing for a little while, you sit next to yachi and occasionally speak to her about whatever it is that comes to mind, laughing and giggling quietly to not disturb the practice.

You can't help but to admire the setter. He truly was graceful, hes so beautiful in his own way. Those luminescent blue eyes of his, so deep and full of life, full of potential. He's so sweet and stupid.

A small smile forms on your face as you watch closely, the boys bringing their practice to a final stop. You take the end of the day as an excuse to speak to him. It's not as if you guys aren't friends or haven't spoken to each other before, but ever since you've developed this silly crush on him you can't help but wanna be around him.

“ hey, nice practice, hm?”

“ yup.”

He was bland with you as he gave you a small nod as a 'thank you' for the bottle. You bite your lip with a smile as you look up to him, he closed his eyes and drank from his bottle tuning out the rest of the world. He was so pretty up close....

Again, it's not like you havent been near him before but...he's just so gorgeous....like when he's all sweaty and you can..smell him.........

You inhale deeply unintentionally, your thoughts taking over you and telling you to do it. It was so loud you think, you get embarrassed when he opens his eyes and raises one of his brows looking down at you. You groan and turn away mentally face palming and digging a hole in the ground.

You decided this was it. The worst he could say was no right? You decided to grow a pair and ask him out. Maybe like sus out the vibe before you do at least...

“ hey..so uh, tobi, are you like...busy sometime I—”

“ what did you call me?”

Huh-...he stops you mid sentence and stares at you, one brow cocked as he stared down at you. Kageyama isn't a shy person, he doesn't struggle with eye contact or talking to people like the average person would. It's almost as if he was leering over you with how tall he was...

“ uh.. i- y'know, everyone kind of uhm.. has a nickname and.. you....don't?”

He hums, one of his hands finding it's way to his hips and he thinks about it rather hard. You're honestly glad he's putting thought into it, because now you don't have to think about how cringey what you were about to say was.

“ ..hey yeah, you're right. tsukishima gets called tsukki, I think I've heard a few people call that idiot sho as well... why don't I have a nickname.”

He pouts to himself as he genuinely thinks about it more. It's so cute. He's so silly and stupid and himself, so dense to anything other than volleyball. Idiot. A smile brings itself back to your face as you giggle.

“ nicknames are normally a sign someone likes you, y'know?”

You aren't sure if he's listening or the hum he gave you was just to make you feel like he was. But you took it to heart.

“ I guess.”

His voice was rather bland, not giving much energy. Okay, you think to yourself...he's keeping it going, maybe this is the leverage you needed to sus out what you wanna hear.....

“ you're the first person to give me a nickname.”

“ is that right.”

He looks back at you, his normally stern face relaxing a bit. He nods and lets out a small 'mhm'. So fucking cute oh my goodness. You normally have such a hard time looking him in the eyes by the way he doesn't shy away or back down like you would, he holds eye contact perfectly. And goodness they are so effing gorgeous..

You let out a small scoff, one that catches his attention.

“ yeah..”

“ so what, have you never liked someone before?”

Kageyama turns his head to the side in confusion, he wasn't quite sure what you meant. Gosh he is so cute.

“ what do you mean?”

You giggle at his words, shifting your weight onto one of your legs as you cock your head to the side slightly, a smile still present as you don't look away from him.

“ have you never given anyone a nickname, y'know have you never liked anyone?”

He thinks about it once more, tobio can't exactly recall the last time he ever had feelings for someone. He's never given anyone a nickname. He's not even sure if he has had feelings for anyone.

“ hmm...no. I can't say that I have.”

Bingo. He's never been with anyone! Even better, he's never had feelings for someone!! But..its likely he doesn't even like people...not that he's in to animals or anything, but maybe he just doesn't have feelings for people.. maybe you don't stand a chance.

Your smile slightly fades as you think about it. Your eyes flickering away from his and moving towards the ground, your confidence fleeting as you're heavy in thought.

“ what uhm..kind of people would you say you're into, then.”

“ uh, probably someone with the same interests as me y'know. basics, I like volleyball so as long as they like volleyball too I think that's solid.”

You groan lightly and look back at him. It's not that you think volleyball is uninteresting or uncool or anything. You joined the club because you needed an extra curricular, y'know it helps your thing being a manager of them y'know. Getting to stare at hot boys was just a bonus.

“ huh. so I'd have to be into volleyball to go out with you. lame.”

“ yup.”

Kageyama was quick to answer before it even registered in his head.. you hum and pat his shoulder before walking away giving your 'goodnights' to everyone and leaving.

He watches you leave, his face as normal and stern. Kageyama stretches and gathers his stuff before Tanaka runs over with Hinata and noya joking and laughing

“ dude! she was flirting with you!”

Tanaka yells out slapping kageyama on the back, noya laughs and punches him in the arm.

“ wow man, I didn't know you had it like that! the rizz is rizzing.”

“ don't say that.”

Tsukishima says walking beside tadashi as he waves to everyone beside his taller friend.

“ what? y/n wouldn't flirt with me. y/n wouldn't try to ruin our friendship like that.”

“ what makes you think you can't be friends and in a relationship.”

“ that's why it's called 'girlfriend' dude.”

Noya and Tanaka tell kageyama, Hinata snickers and laughs at kageyamas stupidity.

“ I'm not surprised, of course you wouldn't know anything about relationships!”

“ SHUT UP, DUMBASS!”

Poor kageyama was all red and flustered now. He thought about it, you basically said you liked him... And it completely flew over his head..was he really that bad at relationships? He's never been in one. Would you dislike that? Why did you like him? You were friends?

Could you really be his friend and his girlfriend?

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dawnoftime22 · 1 day ago

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a long awaited confession.

| T.S

INTHAF, Chapter 4

Warnings: None! Unless you dislike baking or cute long awaiting confessions </3

Summary: On a day where you were realizing your heart's feelings, Taylor had of course, wanted to hang out with you baking some chai cookies and watching a movie.

Word Count: 4.6k

Category: fluff fluff!!!

A/N: this is fluff with, basically the instructions and ingredients of how to make taylor's chai cookies :) OH THE JOY I HSD WHEN I FINISHED THIS

P.S, I have never baked in my life...don't take tips from me I'm just going off research

P.P.S...I just realized I could have done the lover rice krispies treats ☹️ its okay I guess you all get red / evermore taylor mixed with lover this fic

| Started on 26/11/2023, 8:33 AM |

| Finished on 06/02/2025, 7:03 PM |

Main Masterlist | T.S Masterlist

INTHAF Masterlist

<- Chapter 3

“you are what you love.”

gif by me / @likestarlightx :]

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It was an early morning, with you on the couch, sitting peacefully with your phone. You were practically like a cat soaking in the warm sun from the windows.

Your back was against the cushions, and you had your thumb scrolling against the smooth screen of your phone. You were mindlessly navigating your way through your homescreen and various apps, but unable to fixate on a single one before sighing out.

The ceiling stared down at you as if it was able to tell you, this was all tiring, and seeing you sat on the couch was everything boring, but you only groaned lightly and turned to lay on your side.

Instead, you went to instagram, seeing what was new and if any of your following accounts had posted anything new.

Every post seemed to pass by your screen until you spot a fan having posted a picture of you and Taylor. It was of yesterday, where you two were walking home and Taylor was carrying you.

When you check the comments, all you could see were people talking about how close you two were. You couldn't help but hear the way your heart raced in your ears, and you had to cover your face with your hands.

A soft thud sounds beside you from your phone being dropped to the couch, and you took a deep breath in, trying to not care about the immense heat on your cheeks, but it was unavoidable now.

Comments

Guys what if they're in a secret relationship?

|__ they don't sneak around a lot, I think they're friends but I would love to see them together

Look at how cute they are!! 😆

Seriously, that sunset captures the way they look together perfectly. 🥹

Lord. You were sure you felt like passing out. Your thoughts had wandered before in the past, but knowing people were suspecting about the two of you, when you couldn't even tell your feelings? It was almost like a slap to the face and it had been far too long.

As if it couldn't get any worse, you hear a notification from your phone, and you look over to see that it was a message from Taylor. Oh, the timings of the universe.

Hey hey :) wanna bake some cookies? I'll bring over the ingredients if you want

But you jump to reply back anyway, the fear and realization you had earlier being filled by excitement, but still with a pounding heart.

Yes?! Chai cookies?

Chai cookies!! We're gonna have them, theeeennn, watch some movies...?

You couldn't help the giggle escaping your mouth at her message, but you tried not to look into it more than you should.

Okay, yes, movies...but why my house?

Your house, 'cause I miss being there, silly. Plus, we already hung out at mine last time

I miss your cats though :(

. . .

Taylor <3 is typing...

You typed out your message, awaiting her response as her typing bubble moves. Seconds pass, and you nearly wonder what kind of long paragraph she was typing.

But on the other side, Taylor was struggling trying to simply decide on an emoji.

But you don't miss me?! 🥺| ->

She deleted it. Then retyped. This time with a 😕 emoji. Then she changed it again to the original emoji, only to decide with none at all, sending off her message with a sigh.

And you don't miss me?!

I do, gosh! I just mean I won't see them...

Well, I'd bring them, but they're napping

Gotta let the kitties rest

As if they haven't been napping all day...

Being a cat is hard, don't blame them! 😞

Okay, okay. When are you coming over??

Innn....5 minutes, I'm already in the car

What? You weren't even waiting for me to

let you come over were you?!

Nope! You'll let me either way ☺️

Is that a threat?

See you! 🩷

You shook your head at her completely obvious way of ignoring your question, and you put down your phone with a smile, unable to tear your eyes away from the heart she sent for just a second.

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The doorbell rang, and just like the first time you saw her after her long week of work, she stood there with a smile growing on her lips. Only this time, she didn't bring a backpack with a kitten inside. Her hand held a plastic bag instead.

"I got the ingredients!" she says excitedly, and you smiled back at her, stepping aside to let her in. "We're gonna bake!!" she pumps her hands up, moving in a small dance. You laughed, closing the door behind her.

"Chai cookie party, here we come." You joined in on her excitement, a small jump adding in your steps over to her. If she saw, she would have commented you were like a rabbit getting a bundle of edible flowers.

"Or chai cookie cozy time," Taylor suggests softly, smirking at you as she puts down the plastic bag on the kitchen counter.

You peeked in the bag, then helped her get all the ingredients out, putting them rightfully in their own spots, all ready to be put together.

She looked through the drawers, trying to find your mixer as you grabbed a bowl. "Wheres your mixer?" she questions, looking at your cabinets all lost when you went to look at her.

"Should be in the top cabinet...I don't know, search there." You shrugged gently, making sure your grip on the bowls were careful so they won't slip.

"Aha, found it," she murmurs, after picking some items out to soon spot the useful kitchen tool. She brings it out, moving everything back to their place.

"It was hiding behind a box of cereal, apparently." She waves the mixer in the air, gazing back at you curiously now, and you had to breathe out a laugh.

"I seriously don't know how it got there." You start to clean the bowl you got out since it was dusty, and you checied it was usable before bringing it to the counter.

Taylor shook her head gently, her lips a smile. She goes back to the main workplace of the kitchen, staring at everything thats been prepared with a hum escaping.

"Okay, now that we've got thaaat settled...we need some music to fully start this," she says, giving you a nudge with her shoulder. You had to blink, feeling your heart rate pick up.

"Or else its not a baking session!" She turns, grabbing her phone to set on the counter with a thump, opening it up to Spotify, oblivious as you shook yourself out of it.

She scrolled down to find the playlist she had that was ready for all your baking times together, which was filled with her songs, some country music, and simply some fun music you both always loved to dance to while being in the kitchen.

You 'ooh'd' at the sound of the guitar playing in the song, it being familiar. Taylor opened up the salted butter packaging, plopping the block down to the bowl you prepared.

"What a shame, didn't want to be the one that got away, yeah." Taylor nods her head gently to the rhythm, singing the starting lyrics as she flattened out the butter and beat it up with the mixer.

You smiled widely as soon as you recognized the song choice; it was one of the few songs Taylor had made, but this one was handed over to a band, and she did a few added vocals.

"I love this song!!" you comment, making Taylor turn her head instantly, beaming at your quick recognition.

"Hell yeah!" she cheered, grabbing the ingredients to put in with the now creamy butter, first the sugar and the powdered version, going in. You helped her crack an egg to carefully go down into the bowl.

Soon, after the vanilla extract was added with the vegetable oil, she turns on the mixer again, moving it gently so everything is evenly mixed in together to make a soft, sticky looking dough.

"You seriously need to release it," you murmured softly. Your hand used scissors to carefully cut the tea bag that contained the chai leaves, and she watches as you carefully hover it atop the mix before sprinkling it all in, soon emptying it.

"Technically its already released, you know," She shrugged, saying her words in thought, and grabbing the flour as she does. You placed the baking soda and a container of salt beside her.

"Yeah, but I need to hear your voice fully!! Your version of the song entirely," you urge her, moving to poke her shoulder gently. Taylor giggles, then gave a gentle tilt of her head to show that maybe she'll think about it.

"Maybe," she responds softly, mixing away all the ingredients once more as you threw away the empty chai packet and cleaned up the counter from any small flour dust, the music playing in the background.

Once the dough was all done, Taylor goes to store it into the fridge after wrapping it, then she set up a timer for about an hour. You smile softly at her, seeing her turn around.

She cleans up her hands on a nearby towel, humming along to the song as she double checks the recipe on her phone and plays the song from earlier, wanting to hear it again.

"...What was the icing again?" you question, trying to remember yourself, but it was blank in your mind, and her memory was clear as day.

She looks at you, putting down her phone gently. "...I mean, it changes like every day, but it should be...powdered sugar, some cinnamon...nutmeg, and eggnog," she explains softly, going towards the plastic bag from earlier, only finding it to be empty.

Her lips slowly started to purse. "I also just realized I forgot to grab the ingredients." She gently turns back around to face you, and you blinked at her words.

"Do you have eggnog?" she asks with a point, her face a slight grimace at her forgetfulness, and in hopes of your kitchen being in stock.

"I...don't know, but we can check." You went over to the fridge, opening it with that gentle swooshing sound and searching the contents with your eyes, ruling out the bowl you both had just made earlier.

"I mean, if you don't, we can use milk," she says softly from behind you, peeking in with her own eyes, and you had to make yourself focus when you felt her warm breath against your ear, her presence close at your back.

"Yeah, we might have to...doesn't that thing expire in less than a week anyway?" you said in thought. Then, you made the regretting choice of turning around, finding yourself meeting her face to face merely inches away, and you could have sworn you saw a tint of pink rise up her cheeks as she quickly leaned back, this time without any excuse of your imagination or the light.

"Pretty much," she murmurs softly, her eyes flicking, then she gently snatched the milk carton out from the side, moving by herself as she grabs everything else too.

You closed the fridge gently, unable to contain at least the smallest smile at how fast she seemed to distract herself, but you help her anyways.

Everything was dumped in a new bowl, and she uses a whisk this time, seeing as the frosting is easier to do, and is a liquid texture.

"Can you set the oven to like... 350°F?" she suggests softly. You nodded in response, walking over to it. As she turns back to the bowl, the music got overlayed with a gentle hum under her breath as she worked.

Big mistake,

You broke the sweetest promise that you should have never made.

"This is one super floppy spatula you have," she comments gently, trying to keep her hold on it properly, but her hands were also sweating and slipping from the grip material, making her giggle.

"It's like a kid's utensil. Do you have another one?" She turns to look over her shoulder, pausing her mixing. You stifled a laugh, but nod, opening your drawer.

You grabbed a better, sleek looking black one out, holding it up to your mouth with some space in between as a makeshift mic, an important part of the song coming up; the chorus. "I'm here on the kitchen floor. You call, but I won't hear it!"

She smiled widely, her hand reaching for the spatula, and she leaned into it to act with you. "You said no one else," she sung along, giving a shake of her head, adding on to the expression of the lyrics before turning back to the bowl.

You quickly steal away some of the icing with a clean finger, having wanted to taste it, but choosing to instead tap on her nose, which gave way for the icing to land there, making her mouth fall open as she blinks, feeling the coldness.

"How. Could. You. Do this, babe?!" she sang gently, pointing to you. You laugh loudly and full heartedly, hearing the way the song timed perfectly with the situation.

(What about your promises, promises?)

"You really blew this, babe!" you shrugged mindlessly to her, singing along and going to actually taste the icing this time, to which you gave a gentle hum to at the sweetness.

She rolls her eyes playfully with a hefty sigh in a dramatic act. "We ain't getting through this one, babe!" Her lips tightened, and she went to cross her arms. You had to hold in your laugh.

"This is the last time, I'll ever call you babe." She then waves you off, closing her eyes and turning away, sneakily sliding the bowl a little away from you. Her lips were turned down as if to make a declining gesture.

Soon, that familiar giggle erupts from her voice rather than the singing as the music continues, the acting falling down, and your heart couldn't help warm up as you join her.

Later on, you put away the icing to cool in the fridge with the dough, and then you both waited for the one hour to pass, dancing in the kitchen and making conversation here and there.

Once the timer goes off in sound from her phone, she grabs out the bowl of the chai cookie dough, putting it on the counter.

"It's cold," she murmurs, and you were about to respond with an obvious sentence, but then she put her hand on your arm, to which made you jump back with a surprised sound, her skin being cold to the bone. She giggles, unwrapping the clear wrap.

"You're unbelievable." You shook your head, going to prepare the tray and baking sheet that would go on top so the cookies would get off easier.

She took a spoon since she couldn’t find an ice cream scooper, and she took some of the dough with it. Afterwards, she balls it up carefully in her hand, making it smooth.

You watched the motions before following along, doing the same as her. Taylor put the dough down on the sheet, flattening it a little, but not completely.

Once they were all evenly put together, Taylor leans back with a proud smile on her lips. "Now, we bake. The fun part," she says, although you were sure the fun was the entire baking session anyway, you gazed as she gently opened the warm oven, putting the tray in to close the oven door after.

Both of you sat down at a chair nearby, but a little before that, Taylor was crouched down in front of the warm electronic, staring at the cookies like a child waiting eagerly. You couldn't help but think it was adorable, and had to instantly look away to your phone so it didn't seem like you were utterly gazing off at her when she turned her head, having stood up to lean against the counter beside you.

She set the timer up to about 9 minutes, waiting patiently.

It didn't take as long as freezing this time, and you both could see the cookie turn to a sweet golden color, to which, she brings them out after the timer went off.

You helped her turn it off since she already had her glove on ready so she could slide the tray out, setting it down on the counter.

The smell was crazy delicious. Not even a step forward, and it already went under your nose. You leaned towards it, reaching a hand out, but she lightly slaps it away. "Do you wanna burn your hand? It's hot. You need to let it cool down."

She saw your small pout, but holds back an amused smile, instead going back to the fridge to get the icing.

Both of you waited for the cookies to cool down completely, Taylor lightly touching it with her finger to test the temperature before giving a confirming nod.

You two got the icing on carefully, and the blonde sprinkled on a little cinnamon for some of the cookies, and leaving the others with just the icing.

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For the rest of the day, you both stayed in bed, enjoying the chai cookies and having a movie set up in front of you.

Aside from the warm orange coming from the fairy lights, the windows held a blinding sunlight, but the room was growing darker with the time of day.

At any point, you would guess you'd see the risings of a sunset painting the sky beautifully right through the glass, but for now, you stayed beside Taylor, watching the TV.

The chai cookies were nearly finished, and thankfully, none were terribly crumbled on to the bed, with both of you making sure to eat it under a plate or hand.

In some part of the movie, you end up giving way to a yawn, your mouth opening so much, you had to bring up your hand to cover it. Taylor notices in the corner of her eye, but smiled.

"Someone's getting sleepy..." she murmurs softly, leaning back to relax against the pillows. Her eyes were transfixed on the TV screen.

You blink away the fog that covered your eyes from the yawn, and swallow back the sudden saliva that came from it. "No...I can focus. Its just...body reflexes." She looks at you, and sees you wave her off.

As much as she wanted to resist a smile, she couldn't help the cheekiness of her lips raising, leaning closer to you. "Mhmm...sleepyhead..." she pokes your shoulder gently, the nickname spilling from her mouth easily.

You blushed, only hoping the room was dark enough that no light hit your cheeks to see. "Shut up..." you murmured, stiffening to your own pillow.

Taylor giggles softly. "Nope." She goes to plop another cookie into her mouth, biting off half of it carefully.

You were indeed getting sleepy. But you didn't want to admit it, and you certainly didn't want to leave this kind of moment with her.

Just you, her, sitting in the coziness of your bedroom. You were close together, and watching a comforting movie as the gentle gusts of wind from the fan brushed your skin.

You sighed softly, it barely making sound as you hesitantly leaned to her in bare inches. Not even, centimetres. A single, small movement.

Her eyes flickered just for a moment to you, and you almost thought you were dreaming and already asleep when she went to reach around your shoulders, wrapping her arm around you.

Your heart skips a beat when she especially pulled you closer to her side, and if both of you weren't entirely trying to be focused on the movie (which, you definitely weren't, and you were unsure if she actually was) you two would have been caught in an awkward position, and staring at each other not knowing what to do.

You tried to relax, adjusting yourself slightly, to then have to go forward so you could unfold the blankets, the coldness being far too much.

Either that, or you were trying to distract yourself and get a moment's break from her literal arm being around you, holding you close.

She smiles, grateful that you wanted the blankets, and got comfortable herself, needing some warmth. Once she settled back down after all the rustling of the covers, she leans into you.

You slowly took a deep breath in, glancing to her, but deciding to stare off at the film onscreen. The characters were moving, but honestly, could you even hear them? No.

You could feel the way her fingers felt against your shoulder, slender and warm, and her nails were cut perfectly. Possibly either from her guitar playing or from her liking things being elegant.

You had to blink yourself out of it, subconsciously leaning closer to her in the midst of your absolute daydreaming. Goodness. What were you thinking? Your best friend, and here you were? You wanted to slap yourself, since you hadn't thought of such things before.

Or, well, you thought so, but now you couldn't help but remember each time Taylor had gotten a boyfriend back in high school or some random guy would be commenting on her looks...you were practically basically grimacing even now, at the thought.

Taylor didn't notice. Not even the way her one singular strand of hair was just barely brushing your cheek. You were sure that you're about to die right here and now.

This was it. Everything was pushing you, fate, destiny, all of every being existing and your damn heart. You wanted to run away somewhere, but you couldn't just straight up leave this moment like nothing was wrong.

So, with a deep breath that filled your lungs and hopes of courage that certainly wasn't coming around other than just the moment pushing you, you let the breath go, and decided to speak, turning to look at Taylor.

Even the sight of her, actually turning fully to see her from the side now, it nearly made your air caught. But you catch yourself before you could have fainted off to the mattress.

You swallowed back the last of your fears, finally. "...Hey, Tay?" You speak up softly to catch her attention. Taylor hums, looking up at you with a gentle face.

Her full attention is on you once she turned, moving her focus from the movie, and you almost forgot the five words you were about to say with the way she looked at you.

She waited patiently as you were snapping the pieces in your head back together. "...Do friends...cuddle...like this?" you whisper, the slight shakiness evident in your voice. Now you felt stupid. The calm and soft expression on her face faltered, almost showing, maybe, shock, you thought.

"I mean...well...if they're-- uh, really close...um...maybe..." she says, her words half fast and half paced, her eyes blinking as she tries to give you a genuine smile. She was sure it only made her nervous. And you were trying to make sure you weren't delusional.

"Tay." Your voice whispered, so casually, that familiar nickname you always called her rather than her full first name, and her heart was going crazy the same as yours.

"Mmhm?" she hums softly, turning her head to look back at the screen. You reach out to her shoulder, lightly pulling her back. Your body thought before your mind-- yes, your brain was going crazy over the boldness.

"...What if...I...um, told you I liked you?" You nervously spewed out, your every nerve setting itself on fire the second the words slipped by

She pursed her lips, trying to raise them up, basically throwing herself in a pit with her words. "As...the best of your friends?" She whispers with a soft giggle, and the sound makes you have butterflies in your stomach, but the way she misunderstands had you panicking a bit. Or more like feeling the world will collapse. Maybe she wanted confirmation you weren't joking. Nope. Yes? Oh, you were tired of yourself.

"No, no, I mean-- like, I...well, um-- more than that...I...love you." You manage to spew out the sentence. Taylor blinks, her head possibly just registering what she had heard. Very, very slowly, or not at all.

She breathed out an "Oh," in surprise, with no other words leaving her mouth. The shock made her mind run blank, and you fidgeted with your fingers as you waited. The way she just stopped working was adorable. She wouldn't normally be like this, even with her past lovers, and it was always you who was to do such a thing— going blank. But now you were trying to decide if it was adorable, or if she was trying to figure out a response that won't hurt you if she didn't feel the same.

"I-- well..." The pieces in her head fits perfectly soon enough, although her brain was malfunctioning, and when she gets something fully, she laughs softly once more, her nose scrunching up adorably. You were desperately trying to tell if she was laughing at you or at herself for having such a reaction. The both of you were dying on the inside from the situation.

She stared at you just for a moment, then leaned in entirely, letting her lips meet yours like a sudden warmth of the sun through moving clouds.

You gasped in a breath that she only took in to her own lungs, both her arms wrapping further around you to pull you closer. Now, you could happily pass out.

"I like you, too," her voice whispers in the quiet room, the movie long forgotten, and the characters with the plot onscreen entirely thrown away as your minds got replaced with just each other.

You blushed, then leaned more into her, this time, able to give yourself permission to bury yourself into her chest, and a laugh rumbles from her. You could feel it. For once, you weren't just hearing it, but physically feeling her laugh.

Her hands splayed on your back, her hold on you tightening as her mind wanders all about everything.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that..." she murmurs beside your head, hesitantly, wanting to move to lean into your hair, and she just barely did.

"You...I-- you wanted to...?" you whispered, looking up at her vulnerably. "Why didn't you...?" Your tone wasn't judging, but simply curious and in realization. You were so close, she felt your breath against her skin.

"I...was scared. I thought...well-- I just...couldn't push us past just...friends." She breathed, leaning in closer. Your noses brushed before you felt the way she gave a gentle nuzzle, and your heart was melting.

"Me too," you whispered back to her in response, and your arms also embraced her body the same as hers did yours.

She huffs out a soft chuckle, closing her eyes. "But now...we don't have to," you heard her say. All that you wanted to do was collapse in her arms, and you could.

When she opens her eyes, the shine of her blue iris met your pupils, a smile upon her lips. "It's just us." Her head tilted with her voiced out words, and you gave a gentle nod.

"I love you," you said again, needing to feel it all over once more, and able to say it freely. She leans in closer, slowly meeting your lips in a kiss— this time paced, so you can have time, and you met her halfway.

"I love you, too," she whispers back, through the hum of the wind, and this was everything you ever needed.

"You wanna know a secret?" she adds softly, her lips brushing against yours. You almost felt feverish at the contact.

"Which one?" you asked, knowing there was many secrets to unlace. She smiles, her hand going down your arms.

"You were my album," she breathed out softly in confession herself.

"...What?"

She feels like home.

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"You hate your job. The pay is bad, your manager is worse, and customers are somehow both entitled and clueless. Just as you finish contemplating whether unpaid breaks are a human rights violation, weird new people keep showing up to the café. They all seem to know each other. Sometimes they talk in cryptic phrases. What the hell is this domain and why do they want to expand it? One time, a man with stitches on his forehead walked in, made prolonged eye contact with you, and then left without ordering anything. You’re pretty sure he was a serial killer. Another time, the one with white hair and sunglasses indoors mentioned a "higher mission", and you’re 90% sure this is how cult documentaries start. One of your regulars only speaks in weird food-related phrases. You assume he has some kind of medical condition, but no one explains anything to you. But you are not about to ask questions, because ignorance is bliss and also job security. And unfortunately, they are all weird and they seem very interested in coming back."

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You could tell it was going to be a bad day the moment Greg the Manager said, "You got this!" before immediately disappearing into the back to not help you.

Greg had a habit of vanishing like a mirage whenever actual labor was required. If someone spilled an entire oat milk latte on the floor? Greg was gone. If a customer started a full-blown argument about why they should get free refills on an espresso shot? Greg had already ascended to another plane of existence. You were convinced that if the café ever caught fire, Greg’s survival instincts would have him teleporting to another country before the flames even reached the register.

Which meant that during the morning rush, when three separate customers decided to be human disasters at the exact same time, you were on your own.

Disaster #1: A guy aggressively insisted that his cappuccino did not have enough foam, despite the fact that it was all foam. You showed him. He stared at it like it had personally betrayed him. Then he said, “No, but like… more.” You fantasized about launching him into the sun.

Disaster #2: Some finance bro tried to pay with crypto. Just held up his phone with a QR code and said, “Do you guys take Ethereum?” You had to explain, with the patience of a kindergarten teacher, no, you do not take Ethereum, that this was just a café.

Disaster #3: An elderly woman came in and asked for “Just a plain coffee, dear.” You gave her a plain coffee. She stared at it in disgust and asked, “Where’s the hazelnut, the cream, the froth, the caramel?” You reminded her she asked for plain coffee. She gasped in betrayal, like you had taken her firstborn child.

It was too early for this. You were suffering.

Then when the morning rush finally slowed, and you had approximately thirty seconds to consider faking your own death, the bell jingled.

You turned, sighed, and mentally braced yourself.

Standing in the doorway, looking like he already regretted every decision that had led him here, was Kento Nanami.

Now, normally, you wouldn’t fear a customer. But Nanami wasn’t just any customer.

Nanami was a man with standards.

He stepped inside with the slow, deliberate movements of a man stepping into enemy territory. His eyes scanned the café—taking in the flickering light in the corner, the questionably sticky floor, the espresso machine currently making noises like R2-D2 in distress.

You watched as his jaw visibly clenched. Then, with the air of a man mentally calculating the exact moment his soul left his body, he turned to you and said, flatly:

“…Coffee.”

His tone carried the weight of a thousand disappointments.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, already reaching for a cup. “What kind?”

“The kind that keeps me from quitting my job.”

"Ah. Great choice."

You started his order, because Nanami seemed like the kind of man who would sue you if you took too long.

As you worked, you could feel him watching you in the way someone watches a building slowly collapse, calculating how much money it’ll take to fix it. You glanced up and, yep. There he was, observing your entire workplace with the deep, profound disappointment of a man who once believed in something.

“…Is this place even up to health code?” he asked, voice heavy with the kind of exhaustion that only corporate life could instill.

You shrugged. “Depends. Does emotional trauma count as a contaminant?”

Nanami inhaled sharply. Like he had so many follow-up questions, but he already knew the answers would only bring him pain

He rubbed his temples. “How long have you worked here?”

“Too long.”

You rang up the order, but before you could say the total, Nanami narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, gaze snapping to the handwritten tip jar sitting next to the register.

You had labeled it “THERAPY FUND (I Need It).”

Nanami stared at it.

Then, very slowly, he turned back to you.

“Barista,” he said, voice as grave as if he were delivering a eulogy. “Are you underpaid?”

Oh no.

You had expected at least a few minutes of polite small talk before things derailed into an existential crisis. But no. Nanami had walked in, assessed your suffering, and decided that labor rights violations were the only thing worth discussing today.

See, here’s the thing: Nanami was not the kind of customer you wanted asking this question.

Most people just laughed when they saw the tip jar. Some customers tossed in a few coins. Gojo once put in Monopoly money just to be annoying.

But Nanami?

Nanami had stopped functioning. He was just standing there, staring at you like this was a personal attack on his fundamental values.

"I mean…" You glanced toward Greg the Manager, who was still pretending to be useful. "I'm paid exactly what Greg thinks I'm worth."

Nanami followed your gaze. His expression darkened. His head then slowly turned toward Greg the Manager.

Greg the Manager, sensing a disturbance in the force, looked up, and gave him a lazy thumbs-up. “What’s up, man?”

"You are a terrible employer," Nanami stated calmly.

Greg the Manager blinked. "Huh?"

Without breaking eye contact, Nanami asked, "Are you even qualified to be a manager?"

Greg the Manager grinned and shrugged. “Dude, I got promoted because the last manager quit in the middle of a shift. Left a note that just said ‘don’t let the void consume you.’”

"Increase their pay. Immediately," Nanami ordered, taking a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee like this was an organized coup.

Greg the Manager looked at you. Then at Nanami. Then at Candy Crush on his phone, like he was experiencing a full-blown existential crisis.

Finally, after what was possibly the longest pause in managerial history, he sighed and said, "We don’t have the budget for that."

Nanami closed his eyes. Like he was counting to ten so he didn’t commit a crime.

"I see," he said, calm but deadly.

You, deeply entertained but also slightly terrified, just leaned on the counter. "Yeah, I kinda figured that was gonna be the answer."

“Do you need me to unionize this café for you?” he asked, completely serious.

You choked.

“Wh—what?”

Nanami took off his blazer.

Oh god. Oh no. Oh absolutely not.

“I could do it,” he continued, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to commit a felony in the name of labor justice. “It wouldn’t be difficult.”

“No, no, no,” you said quickly, waving your hands in surrender. “I need this job. And more importantly, I need Greg to not fire me for trying to overthrow the capitalist machine during an unpaid break.”

Nanami narrowed his eyes.

“So you don’t even get paid for your breaks?”

You realized too late that you had given him more ammunition.

He put down his coffee and walked around the counter.

Fifteen minutes later…

Despite your best efforts to defuse the situation, Nanami refused to leave. Instead, he took it upon himself to observe the café.

"Uh," you said, watching as Nanami surveyed the espresso machine like a general strategizing a war. "What are you doing?"

"Fixing things," he replied.

And then. He started working.

Like, full-on working.

Nanami had entirely taken over.

He was managing the café now.

Not because anyone had asked him to, but because he simply could not stand the inefficiency.

He organized the supply shelves.

He rewrote the entire employee schedule in under five minutes.

He adjusted the espresso machine settings so that it no longer sounded like a portal to hell opening.

Greg was banned from touching anything mechanical.

He timed how long it took for Greg to actually respond to an employee’s request. (Four and a half minutes. Greg was playing a very intense round of Candy Crush.)

He watched you make drinks without proper training, without proper equipment, and without proper will to live.

And the best part?

Customers actually listened to him.

At one point, a woman tried to use an expired coupon.

Nanami just looked at her.

And she left without arguing.

You had never seen anything like it.

By the time your shift neared its end, the café had never been more efficient. The line moved quickly, orders were accurate, and for the first time in forever, you weren’t experiencing an existential crisis every five minutes.

Nanami took a slow sip of his coffee. Nodded, approving.

“This could be a functional workplace,” he remarked.

Greg the Manager, completely baffled, finally found his voice.

"Uh," he said, scratching the back of his neck. "Do you… do you wanna work here?"

Nanami, in the most disgusted tone you had ever heard, responded with a flat:

"I would rather be hit by a bus."

He grabbed his coffee and headed towards the exit.

Fair.

And before he walked out, Nanami paused at the door, turned back, and said, completely seriously, with the voice of a man who had seen the horrors of corporate greed firsthand and was deeply, profoundly upset that you were willingly suffering through them—

“You deserve better than this place.”

And then he left.

Greg the Manager whistled. “Damn. Do you know if he's single?"

A few days later, your shift had started like any other mind-numbingly average shift.

You were in the middle of contemplating whether or not you could legally refuse service to people who ordered drinks with more adjectives than actual ingredients when you felt it. A sudden disturbance in the atmosphere.

It wasn’t anything obvious, but something about the café suddenly felt... wrong.

The espresso machine sputtered ominously, the fluorescent lights flickered just once, and the muffin guy in the corner finally looked away from his muffin, like even he could sense the disturbance in the air.

The door swung open with all the grace of a police raid.

It was Yuji. Sweet, cheerful, golden retriever in human form Yuji, who usually bounced into the café like he was the protagonist of a slice-of-life anime. But today?

Today, Yuji slinked in like he was some kind of villain in a psychological thriller. His whole posture had shifted—his shoulders squared, his head held high, a smug smirk tugging at his lips like he’d just orchestrated the downfall of a small nation.

Today, something was deeply wrong with Yuji Itadori.

Yuji Itadori, the human embodiment of sunshine, had walked in looking like he had just finished his villain arc.

The first thing you noticed was the grin. It wasn’t friendly. It wasn’t normal. It was sharp and smug, like he knew things you didn’t. It practically screamed, I would gaslight, gatekeep, and girlboss if given the chance.

You blinked at him.

Then you blinked harder.

Because Yuji, your number-one most harmless customer, now had face tattoos.

And red contacts.

And some kind of makeup that made it look like he had four eyes.

What in the Spirit Halloween was this?

“…Uh. You good?” you asked, hesitant.

Yuji (?) grinned at you, and you immediately regretted all your life choices.

“Barista,” he said, his voice deeper, richer, like the audio settings had been cranked to "Villain Monologue."

“...Yes?”

Yuji (??) tilted his head, watching you with an expression that was just this side of amused. “What pitiful existence is this? Shackled to the whims of labor, toiling away for mere scraps. Your suffering is profound, lowly peasant."

…Huh.

Okay. That was new.

You blinked, internally processing the fact that someone had just called you a lowly peasant in real life. You had encountered a lot of weird customers, but never one who spoke like a Final Boss trying to recruit you to the dark side.

“…You want a drink?” you asked, deadpan.

Yuji (???) tilted his head, smirking. Then, with the audacity of someone who had never experienced the horrors of customer service, he said: “Ah, you are not as foolish as you look. Give me a black coffee."

Wow. Okay. Somebody thinks they’re edgy.

For a second, you considered saying just that, but decided against it, because rent existed and so did unemployment. Instead, you just nodded like the underpaid, overworked soldier you were.

“Sure. One black coffee.”

You had seen a lot of weird things working here, but this? This was a new level of concerning.

The face tattoos, paired with the weird four eyes effect (which you assumed had to be some next-level Halloween makeup), it made him look like he was either an anime villain or a kid who got way too into Hot Topic in 2009. And the way he was looking at you? Like he was already planning your demise? Like he was debating whether he wanted to drink his coffee or use it to summon a demonic entity?

You knew exactly what this was.

Yuji had an alter ego.

And apparently not a fun alter ego, like a guy who only comes out on weekends to party. No, this was a full-blown anime villain alter ego. One that absolutely vaped in the school bathroom and got into fights over stupid things like “who looked at me wrong.”

You didn’t get paid enough for this.

"Make it strong," he sneered.

You stared at him. "Wouldn’t dream of making it weak."

Yeah. You were deeply, deeply concerned.

But, like all things in this job, you simply ignored it and did your job. Because you did not get paid enough to ask questions. With your usual efficiency, you made the black coffee, because unfortunately, that was your job, and placed it in front of him. “Enjoy.”

Yuji eyed the coffee cup like it had personally offended him, then looked at you. “You dare serve me coffee in such a humble vessel?”

You looked at the cup. Then back at him. “You want a goblet or something?”

He smirked. “Ah, you do have some wit.”

You didn’t like how pleased he sounded. He picked it up, and took a slow sip. Then, ever so slightly, his eyes narrowed. His upper lip curled.

“…What the hell is this?” he muttered.

“Black coffee,” you said flatly. “Like you asked for.”

Yuji made a noise of profound offense. “It is bitter.”

Your deadpan stare could have melted steel. “Yes. That’s what black coffee is.”

Yuji clicked his tongue in distaste. “This is an insult.” He shoved the cup back at you like you had personally wronged him. “Remedy this.”

You sighed. “Okay. How about I just add sugar?”

Yuji considered this. Then, begrudgingly, he nodded. “Very well. But do not disgrace my drink.”

You poured in exactly one sugar packet, stirred it, and handed it back. He took another sip—

And then narrowed his eyes, looking at you like you had just personally surprised him. His eyes flickered, as if waging a silent internal war. You swore you saw his jaw tense.

Then, after a very long pause, he muttered, “…Acceptable.”

“Uh. Thanks?”

Before you could even process the fact that you had somehow earned the approval of whatever persona Yuji was currently cosplaying, he turned—and proceeded to roast every single customer in the café. He leaned back against the counter, looking around the café with the slow, deliberate assessment of a man who had already decided he was better than everyone here.

Then, with the confidence of a man who believed himself to be a god, he sneered, “This place is full of idiots.”

Okay. Wow.

You stood there, watching as he proceeded to roast every single customer in the café like it was his divine right.

“That weakling in the corner?” He jerked his thumb toward some poor college student trying to write an essay. “His posture is absolutely pathetic.”

The innocent college student looked up, deeply confused and a bit hurt.

Then he turned to some girl at a table near the window. She looked up, mid-sip of her drink, just in time for him to smirk and say, “You look like you order matcha lattes.”

She gasped in pure horror as if he had personally insulted her entire bloodline.

He sneered at an elderly woman. “Trembling hands, weak posture… You are but a breath away from oblivion, hag.”

Oh my God.

She just smiled at him. “Oh, you kids and your funny little jokes!”

He blinked. Then scoffed and turned away, muttering something about "insufferable fools" under his breath.

At this point, you were begging someone to explain what the hell was happening.

You should stop this. You should stop this.

…But you were also kind of invested.

“Oh look,” he sneered, eyes landing on Greg the Manager, who had been doing nothing as usual. “A man who’s mastered the ancient art of pretending to work.”

Okay, well. That one was fair.

And then he set his sights on the espresso machine.

The espresso machine, naturally, took that moment to emit a guttural, otherworldly groan—one that sounded less like it was brewing coffee and more like it was summoning a demon from the seventh circle of hell.

He stared at it. It hissed.

You swore he narrowed his eyes like he was assessing a battlefield opponent. Then, after a long pause, he let out a dark chuckle.

“…This machine is cursed beyond mortal comprehension.”

You stared at him. "You done?"

He exhaled, clearly unimpressed by the café and everything in it. "For now."

Then, without another word, he turned and walked out the door, exuding the kind of ominous aura that suggested he was about to go stand on a rooftop somewhere and monologue about the nature of existence.

Wonderful. You loved your job.

The café was silent and then, minutes later—

The door slammed open.

Yuji rushed in, breathless, frantic, eyes wide with panic. He looked deeply horrified. He looked like a man who had just woken up from a fugue state and realized he had committed multiple felonies.

“Oh my god,” he gasped, hands on his knees, like he had just sprinted a marathon, and looking at you with absolute devastation. “I— I am so sorry— please, please don’t ban me—”

“...What the hell was that?” you asked, even though, frankly, you didn’t actually want the answer.

Yuji laughed nervously. “Uh. Would you believe me if I said ‘don’t worry about it’?”

“No.”

“Cool! Because, uh, I really can’t explain.”

You stared at him. He stared back.

Then, very slowly, you reached for a rag and began aggressively wiping down the counter.

“Alright,” you muttered. “Not my problem.”

“Wait, seriously? You’re just gonna ignore this?”

“Yuji, I have seen so many things at this job that I actively choose to ignore,” you said flatly. “This is just another one.”

Yuji looked like he wanted to argue. Then he sighed, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair.”

Unfortunately for you, this wasn’t the last time it happened.

Because 'Sukuna'—as you’d overheard Yuji frantically whispering to himself—returned.

Twice.

In one week.

You were growing concerned.

The first time, he strutted in like a menace, demanded another black coffee, insulted two customers, and then dipped like he had better things to do.

The second time, he walked in, took one look at Greg the Manager, and muttered, "This establishment is doomed."

Honestly? Hard to argue.

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pigeonstab · 1 month ago

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Hello!!! I only have rat interaction I hope that will do lol

Do you have any more french song recommendations? Or any cool phrases or sayings in french that you like? :o J'aime parler francais avec toi :D

Also!! Any thoughts about Color and the gang since he's on your mind? lol

Hii!! it will very much do, I have a few yes, bands actually.

I really like Deluxe, they're french but a lot of their songs are in English, many good vibes to be had, songs from them I'd say "baby that's you" which is a ft with M or Matthieu Chedid, he's pretty popular, "Tum rakak" is fun and "moustache gracias" is a french one

I like "La Panique mécanique" by Dionysos and Alain Bashung, you need to know Alain Bashung he's a good reference.

another very good band is HK et les saltimbanks, it's very political, very on the left side, what I love about it is just how it doesn't shy away from saying things as they are but still give hope, they're like if you need somebody to pull you out of defeatism. I like "Para cuando la vida" et "rallumeurs d'étoiles"

I'm sure there's more but I can't think of anything else rn, it's funny cause my tastes in French and in English are not the same at all

J'aime aussi parler avec toi en Français, je trouve ça un peu dingue que tu fasse l'éffort d'apprendre la langue, je trouve ça trop sympa c'est argrhhrhr c'est trop mimi mdrr <3

I'll probably do a separate post for Color and the gang, just cause I think this post is already pretty big hehe, also I like having one post = one theme cause I like organizing and I'm a little control freak

#also ppl are more likely to interact if it's not with my french music lol #and I wanna hear people's thoughts on these guys :>#ty for the ask #honestly asking for my music is like handing me the saint baby christ #lolll #I like music #answered asks #Charlie Somegrumpynerd

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ninja-knox-ur-sox-off · 7 days ago

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Listen i don’t…. I don’t have words I just have vibes to present okay i just have vibes

#KNOX ART (me)#Sonic the Hedgehog #Sonic and the Black Knight #Sonic the Werehog #hear me out JUST HEAR ME OUT GUYS—#classically Knox-over complicated au with way too many layers and so much to keep track of #something about Knave the Hedgehog made me feel insane Robin Hood type beat for that #and something about Knight of the Wind made me feral. think mysterious nameless speechless suit of armor that appears and disappears just #as quickly #then ofc a creature a monster #I don’t even know how to describe the vibes #its not even really an au but it is the vibes #Sonic with all three of these at once midivil satbk au thing where he’s not a king just a knight something something ouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu #yeah Robin Hood type thing vigilante but also mysterious fae lookin knight but also cursed werewolf #I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS AND NO CONRECTE THOUGHTS I’M SORRY #coping with irl stuff by imagining the vibes #I don’t even know what to call this but its fine probably nothing will come of it #probbalygKLSDJFDF #maybe its just a double layered curse #maybe the armor gets to be part of the curse too #Knave would be a wanted hedgehog btw #Knave’s his vigilante name Sonic would be his actual personal name that only a few choice people get to know #INHALES #yeah i dunno the vibes are there these are all things I’ve been obsessed with all my lifehGSFKSDF #I WANNA MASH EM TOGETHER INTO ONE THING SO BAAAD #anyway tho i have assignments i need to think about so all y’all get are the vague vibes good day

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rip-headphones-users · 6 months ago

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My Headcannons for how Infected and Kasper operate

Buckle up, this is a long post. Thinking about how characters function in relation to the world around them is basically a hobby of mine, so expect more. (I have others planned for both lampert and unpleasant at the very least)

(Not ship related) (angst heavy sorry)

Kasper’s infection is a brain-rooted/cognito-hazardous parasite

He got it after purposely ignoring a chainmail curse, both as a sort of “fuck around and find out” as well as an outright form of self-harm/self-sabotage.

The parasite is the one that primarily controls all the conscious actions of infected, while kasper now acts sub-consciously.

Its less of a split-mind situation and more of a Venom + Eddie or Gundam + Pilot situation they are two separate entities inhabiting the same body that can potentially act at the same time

It just so happens that the parasite from the chainmail curse has VERY similar desires/interests/motivations to Kasper, so the host/parasite relationship actually works very well.

Infected accidentally makes Kasper lose a decent chunk of weight after it takes over, due to it not being able to feel when Kasper is hungry and forgetting to let him eat

Kasper and Infected can be addressed separately (Lampert, UnpleasantGradient, Folly and maybe a few others know this) and Kasper tends to choose not to respond due to his own apathy, instead opting to let Infected take the lead.

Being able to respawn/no permadeath on the regretevator is the reason why Kasper opted to infect himself, as he saw it as the next closest thing to death/suicide.

Allowing infected to enter his mind has radically reduced Kasper’s lifespan. (He’d be lucky if he made it to his late 30’s)

His nose bleeds when Kasper and infected try to act at the same time

Infected is only transferrable via chainmail

Infected doesn’t feel any of the bodily necessities that kasper has, so its not uncommon for him to collapse of exhaustion, dehydration, hunger, ect. If someone doesn’t remind him.

Infected doesnt feel pain either

Kasper feels it though. A lot.

In fact the whole process of infected entering his mind was incredibly painful as is.

Infected isn’t the reason why things in the elevator/on his own body suddenly lose their texture, neither of them know why that happens now.

They personally aren’t physically effected by it and both find it cool, so neither are bothered.

It’s probably just the result of infected’s malware (thats only technically supposed to effect machines) managing to attach itself to a human. Or maybe Kasper could do that and never previously knew. Who knows. ;)

Kasper/infected can phase through objects that are textureless, including parts of his own body. Anything else will collide as it normally would, and take damage.

Infected will always talk with full leetspeak, (L13k D1$) while Kasper will only have one letter/number substitution (L1ke Th1s)

UG unintentionally named infected that. Basically just looked at Kasper, who had just let a parasite into his mind, and looked at the chainmail virus on his computer, and it went “huh… Bro’s Infected”

Bro is, in fact, infected.

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reel-fear · 9 months ago

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Genuinely so curious who Mike thinks is gonna be buying The Cage or the new DCTL GN bc with the way he tweets as far as he's concerned, it's not gonna be:

The queer people he has actively admitted he will never show any representation of in the games.

2. The POC he has actively fought against representing in his franchise. [Who he also mocked for thinking they would be represented in his franchise]

3. The Bendy fandom which has always been concerned with topics of diversity esp in the sense of queer people since its creation. Who he has responded to really poorly esp in regards to the GN.

4. The fans who critique him. [He blocked me for doing so lol]

5. His fans in general who he tweets about like this currently. [He's being vague about why people were mad at him or sent him 'nasty messages' because if you actually looked into why you'd see he was in the wrong. Either way, a very hateful way to speak abt ur own fanbase.]

Reminder while Mike is trash talking his fans he has always treated them rather poorly. The fans who won the fanart contest for Chapter 5 never got their posters actually in game due to it being rushed. Not only was chapter 5 a big slap to the face story wise, but it was literally so rushed he couldn't be bothered to add in the art his fans gave him for his game FOR FREE. [Meatly blames this on a crazy timeline, reminder him and Mike are the literal ceos of this company. The proposal of future updates here is also pretty cruel considering Mike nowadays happily admits he corrupted Chapter 5's source code and therefore literally can't update it At All currently. Because he is a moron]

At least they got to be in Boris and the dark survival, and by that I mean that was the Only game they got to be in so far, isn't that just treating your fans like you love them? Shoving their hard work into a spin off game almost nobody has played or addresses much. [Hell, who knows if with the Lone Wolf rebrand they'll even stay there. In which case they'll be in None of the games, only in the credits of BATIM]

6. The Bendy fans who just generally disagree with him on stuff. Like the new ink demon design where there is literally a public poll showing people generally prefer the old one.

7. The Bendy fans who can see he is actively lying to them. To their fucking faces.

He says this has always been the case, but screenshots and links to tweets regarding the books being canon prove it was not. Does he really think bendy fans are stupid or something? [Unless he's admitting here he lied to Kress when he told her the books were canon which sounds worse!]

8. Anyone who doesn't like the idea of giving money to a guy who laid off tons of employees then afterwards thought it was a great idea to express his anti-union views! Also brag about how good of an employer he was, according to his employees, he was not!

So in summary; Mike is an awful person who has not learned anything from the awful things he did. I will not be purchasing The Cage because, combined with this and his absolute refusal to take any kind of critique or see any differing interpretation of his franchise, I have no reason to think my problems with the franchise will ever be addressed or fixed. I probably will pirate The Cage along with any future Bendy Products [Including the movie] and will do my best to avoid giving it any kind of monetary support. Unless this changes any time soon, I can't see myself making anymore positive Bendy posts soon.

Mike has just managed to make it so hard to speak positively or optimistically of this franchise when he's so willing to broadcast how little he cares about it or its fans. I'm at the point where I refuse to pull any of my punches with my problems with it. What's the point of trying to play nice with my critique when either way the people creating it don't care?

So with this post, I want to invite anyone who feels similarly about the franchise to tell me, make a post or send an ask talking about how all of this makes you feel. It may not change how things are, but genuinely seeing other people share my feelings of anger makes me feel better. It feels nice to see when other people share our same concerns and worries. I'd also love to know if anyone else thinks they'll be avoiding purchasing Bendy products over this.

I'm not forcing anyone to participate in it nor trying to say anyone who doesn't supports mike but genuinely maybe if we can collectively decide to boycott things like the movie, graphic novel and The Cage... It might at least make the bendy devs acknowledge how much they have destroyed their own fandom's faith and trust in them.

The way Mike tweets about his actions like he had no control over why people were mad at him at least proves to me he takes NONE of it back nor regrets it. If you didn't know about his actions and only went off his tweets, you would be led to believe Mike has been needlessly picked apart by fans over things he couldn't control [or in his own words, had his words twisted and taken out of context]. That is not how you speak about your actions if you have actually learned better from them.

anyway, that has been my bendy dev callout post. This is an open invitation to anyone feeling similarly upset about the way the franchise is going to talk about it. It's genuinely nice to see how people feel about this and the more we talk about the more it's likely the bendy devs are forced to address our concerns. I don't think they will but hey, that's why I'm not gonna support them with my money anymore nor am I gonna be nice to them in any content I make critiquing Bendy. I mean I'm also basically making this post just in case anyone asks me Why I feel this way towards to bendy devs/as a way to respond to anyone who thinks I am too harsh in my critique in the future.

As always, it seems the best part of Bendy isn't actually anything about canon but about what the fan's are creating with the ideas Bendy failed to do anything interesting with.

Also the books, the books slap.

#batim #batdr #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #ramblez #bendy and the silent city #bendy the cage #for the record another reason Im making this post is bc some of the only good resources to learn abt why the bendy devs suck are some old #very longer videos and this is a very long post but I thought it was important to document the recent shit theyve been doing alongside some #of the worst past things theyve done bc Mike has been trying to misinform people on what happened but those videos are still great resource #if you want more info n such #long post #mike D #for anyone who doesnt wanna hear abt him since he doesnt go by mood anymore #sorry if this is rambley or emotional Im just so sick of these guys fr dskjhgskdfjghskdjhgkjhsd #I miss when I didnt spend my days stressed about the awful shit mike is gonna say next and how I would have to disprove it in a post later #or explain why its bad to have a cast of nothing but cishet white guys n constantly fight back against any push for diversity in said cast #genuinely its just tiring esp when u see other bendy fans give ignorant or very silly defenses/takes on those things #n then u lose a lot of respect for them bc they are speaking on stuff they dont know much abt so confidently and therefore misinforming #people or even encouraging very bad views on stuff like diversity n its importance #Im not saying people like that are bad people but it is stressful n upsetting when u see someone u thought knew better do that sort of thin #it makes it hard to trust them again on other issues bc u now dont trust they know what they r talking abt!!#like please think twice before telling young artists making norman white was a tough and complicated decision it was fucking not the bendy #devs just think all their humans are white by default and dont wanna change that its been proven time n time again thats all it is #and defending them just bc u like a franchise they made is very very bad!! They are not ur friends!! they suck and we seriously need to #stop pretending they dont!! toxic positivity is only gonna make the fandom an absolute nightmare its not gonna make ANYTHING better #it just means people will be forced to PRETEND they never have negative thoughts abt the franchise n therefore make them burned out #just look at other similar fandoms please lets not make those same mistakes!!#sorry can u tell Ive been having just. A time recently #anyways back to making my queer ass bendy fan game full of so much diversity mike will prolly shit when he sees it DKFJGHKSDJHGKJHSD

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