#i wrote this in the starbucks drive-thru

[the-true-noodles]

Miraculous ladybug incorrect quotes (because we need more of them)

part 2

Gabriel: I lost Adrien and Marinette.

Nathalie: How did you LOSE Adrien and Marinette?!

Gabriel: To be fair, they are very small.

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Nathalie: You have Crayons?

Gabriel: Yes, I have—

Nathalie: You're— how old are you?

Gabriel: YES I AM AN ADULT AND I HAVE CRAYONS, I HAVE A BOX OF EMERGENCY CRAYONS IN THE CABINET UNDER THE TV BECAUSE EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS SOMETIMES, OKAY? EVERYBODY NEEDS CRAYONS.

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Marinette, ordering Starbucks: Hey, I just got my heart broken, what do you recommend?

Hawkmoth, who’s running the drive thru: …

Hawkmoth: Tequila.

(I'm going to draw this one, it's too funny ^)

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Chat Noir: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Ladybug: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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Marinette: Hi, I'm Chat Noir's emergency contact.

Counter Woman: You're here to pick them up?

Marinette: I'm here to remove myself as their emergency contact.

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Hawkmoth: It's not like I try to blow things up, exactly. It just sort of happens. You've got to admit though, fire is fascinating.

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Hawkmoth: I am literally evil incarnate. Hawkmoth: I’m not actually, I just enjoy being evil. Hawkmoth: Which I think actually makes it even more evil because I’m making a conscious effort.

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Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Marinette* Marinette: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

(this could also work with Gabriel/Hawkmoth)

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Nathalie: I scare people a lot because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms. So when they turn around, I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me.

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Ladybug: Of course I have a lot of pent-up rage, you fool! I've been the same height since I was twelve!

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Hawkmoth: Be careful, I thrive on negative attention.

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Marinette: Adrien... Why did you draw a pentagram on the floor? Adrien: Your text told me to satanize the house before you returned. Marinette: Marinette: I wrote sanitize, Adrien.

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Adrien: Hey, Father? I need advice. Gabriel: I’m pretty useless at giving advice. Can I interest you in a sarcastic comment instead?

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Chat Noir, texting Ladybug: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater… Ladybug′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later. *Later* Ladybug, texting back: Fuck you.

[woonierkiz]

BURN THE MEMOIR — CUTE BARISTA

CHAPTER SUMMARY. Jake Sim skipped his violin lessons to hang out with his friends, and they suggested going to Starbucks. However, he doesn't know how to order a drink at Starbucks. But when he saw this cute barista, he couldn't stop stuttering and making up a weird combination of a latte. When the barista asked for his name, he thought she was making a move. So, he gave his number instead!  After that horrible memory of his, he continued his journey as an idol. However, things turned sideways when that cute barista was a senior of him AND SAME LABELS. Will he continue to embarrass himself? Will he grow some balls?

pairings. pre-debut jake (for now until chap 4?) x pre-debut fem! yn

The cold air of the air conditioner engulfs jake's figure as he feels refreshed from it. His golden-brown eyes were fixed on the cafe; The cafe only has a few customers and mostly drive-thru.

"Why are you even here? " Jake asked them as he slightly pushed Vince's shoulder (Vince a.k.a. the science addict and Arthur's neighbor) " To relax, duh, " Vince said sarcastically while rolling his eyes, and Arthur's laugh echoed at the cafe making a few side eyes from them.

" Shut up! " Jake whispered while he sat, as he looked at the man whose side-eyeing and bowed his head for an apology which the man reacted by huffing and doing his business.

" Jake, Can you order us some matcha lattes? " Vince pleads while making puppy dog eyes makes Arthur fake barf, and Jake rolls his eyes out.

" Why me? You can order that yourself and order me a chocolate chip latte. " Jake asked ignoring his friend's request as he looked at the menu. " Bro, you never ordered by yourself. I want my child to learn baby steps. " Vince smiled giddily making his dimples show and took his phone as he tried to distract himself. Arthur laughed while agreeing with Vince as he updated his girlfriend.

" Fine, just matcha latte, right? " Jake asked while he went to the counter and his friends said yes. He doesn't feel any nervousness; he's just going to order a latte, that's it. There is nothing to worry about right?

But his eyes are fixated on the ground as his hands reach for his pocket to get his wallet as he hears such a sickening lovely voice. He looked up at the cashier welcoming him.

" Welcome to Starbucks. What can I get started for you today? " She smiled at me while greeting me. He doesn't know what to say right now. He might be corny, he have never seen such a beautiful girl before maybe he did see some other pretty girls but never felt this way by looking at him. 

" Uh, 3 pumpkin spice lattes, please… " Jake asked in a soft tone as his posture straightened, trying to make himself more presentable. He forgot what he was supposed to say as the cashier hummed in and replied, " How tall do you want your drink, sir? " While her fingers typed his order, " the tallest one. " The cashier looked at him and nodded in reply.

He noticed the subtle glance of the girl and he thought nothing of it until " What is your name sir? " He felt his brain pause for a second.

My name? Name. Oh OH, IS SHE!? there is no way like NO NO NAURRR. I mean I'm kinda handsome not too much just average BUT STILL, IS THIS MY TIME?

he thought while he took a small piece of paper from his pocket and wrote his number and name, the cashier looked in confusion when the boy suddenly wrote something near the cashier's table.

" Here. " Jake gave the folded piece of paper from the girl and gladly took it from him as she opened it making her smile widely and cough. " Wow, Well thank you for making my day, Jake. But, I wasn't asking for your number just your name so I can put your name on your drink. "

He felt so embarrassed and nodded, he looked at his friends and saw them trying not to laugh out loud while smacking each other in laughter, he felt his face turns hot and placed the cash on the counter. Not looking at the girl waiting for his receipt and when he got it. He walked fastly to their table and sat in utter silence.

NOTE! FIRST CHAP IS HERE <33

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[rorywritesjunk]

Reason I appreciate this corner of the fandom is everyone is so nice. I read back on things I wrote in the Starbucks drive thru and see so much repetition and like, no one points it out!! It's so nice. We are all so nice. I appreciate it. I love everyone at this party 🧡🎉

[peachdues]

i won't lie.... i may or may not open up tumblr every hour or so just to stalk your page (this is insane i need to stop).

how long does it take you to write every chapter/part of phantasmagoria??? or just fanfictions and works in general. or maybe every 10k words,,,, whatever's easiest to estimate the time for

CAUSE YOU WRITE SO MUCH OMG?????????????? it's insane (in such a good way) also is phantasmagoria j 3 parts or more? epilogue? or.... > . < i'm curious so so curious

i wanna swear off of fanfiction after you're doing w phantasmagoria but I STILL WANNA READ TWAHM AND SEASONS IN LOVE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH maybe i should block tumblr x-x my obsession is insane

THANK YOU ALWAYS FOR WRITING :DD it felt so weird stalking your page/spotify playlists without interacting so uhm here's an ask and a notice that you might have an influx of comments on your posts. or none. depending on if i cut myself off of this addiction!!!!!

TYTYTYTYTYTYT FOR WRITING it's genuinely so beautiful i wanna steal it HOW DID YOU GET SO GOOD AT WRITING IMA LEAVE NOW HAVE A GOOD NIGHT AND DAY

aww thank you!

I mean, as a writer, I obviously don't want you to swear off fanfiction lol, BUT I get it. You've gotta do what's best for you!

Phantasmagoria is my first 3-part fic, so Part III is currently being written, and it will feature an epilogue (y'all aren't prepared, I just KNOW it). It will probably be about as long as the other two parts (bringing the grand total word count to around 35k words).

To answer your question about how long it takes me to write -- it really depends, lol. I write in short bursts (usually when I have a few minutes), and write on my phone. It depends on what I'm writing, too. For example, I wrote Veneration in 20 minutes while I was at the starbucks drive-thru. I wrote Part 2 of Tell Me to Stop (Kyojuro) in about 2-3 days (that was 16.5k words).

I've had blurbs written for Phantasmagoria since June (well before I announced it), BUT I spent about 6 hours this past weekend filling in the gaps. Part II was probably the part I had the most content already written for. I could probably have done it from scratch in about the same amount of time, if I sat down and wasn't interrupted. Part 3 is arguably the one I've had the least amount completed, and right now, it's sitting at about 5k words, and I would say I'm only halfway done, if that.

However, for me, banging out a 10k+ word fic in a day is child's play -- BUT that's because I'm in a profession where 90% of my job is writing, and writing fast. I've churned out full, 25-page legal briefs in a matter of hours, with full citations. In college, I wrote a 30-40 page research/policy paper a week. Same in law school. It's just second nature to me at this point.

Thank you so much for your kind words! I really appreciate it, and I appreciate the time it takes for you to read my nonsense. Sending you my undying love!

[monsterhunting]

Hello! I was re-reading -i bet you think about me- yesterday, and saw your reblog about the commentary posts 👀 would v much enjoy some info on the writing process for that fic. It's my favourite modern-era version of Jonathan, that perfect mix of grumpy and sweet 🧡 also love how that fic gently played around with the mean/petty elements of both Steve and Jonathan's personalities (v underappreciated character traits of theirs in my opinion)

[i bet you think about me; from this ask meme!]

omg well firstly this is very very nice of you to say!!!!! i am very honored that is a fic you would want to reread, i had a lot of fun writing that one!

and ok so originally i thought that fic might be a long oneshot (this happens very often I fear.) once i outlined and started writing, I realized that wouldn’t be the case, but before that?l? the idea for the fic was inspired by the fact that my Alexa is synced to my Spotify, which means sometimes i’m listening to music on my phone or laptop and it randomly cuts off bc my mom started listening to the Alexa at home. (Luckily this hasn’t screwed my algorithm up too badly. although i did get an email the other month thanking me for being one of earth wind & fire’s top fans.) ((also: i realize now this is a weird jump to “hmm stonathan exes to lovers au where….” but that was indeed the jump i made.))

so for several months the fic sat in my Google docs with just a few lines of prose/dialogue here and there and a couple of notes with ideas. I think the first little bit i wrote was the beginning when steve tells robin about realizing Jonathan still has his Spotify (and by that i mean that for a while the only words in the Google docs were “you know what’s funny about this? You and Jonathan have, like, the opposite taste in music.”) and then for a while I’d randomly come up with little ideas and quickly add them to the doc. In fact, i distinctly remember driving home from a vacation with my family in the car, coming up with a bunch of ideas, and quickly writing them down when we stopped at the Starbucks drive thru. (I think that was when I threw in the what makes you beautiful karaoke flashback and also the scene post-confrontation where Nancy tells steve Jonathan is seeing someone and then has to clarify it’s a therapist lmao)

So that was the ~early stage stuff, and then i fully outlined it and started actually writing and then posting it in chapters, which is around the time I decided it would be nonlinear with flashbacks breaking up the present day sections. Also: the flashbacks were very much my favorite part to write!!!

And then from there i was mainly focused on creating, like….the vibe. I pretty much knew i wanted the fic to start out fun with a lot of Spotify shenanigans but get a bit more angsty as it went on, and i wanted that to tie in with Steve’s general attitude at the beginning being “the breakup wasn’t a big deal and we weren’t even serious” (which you kinda know from the get-go can’t be true because steve and jonathan were neighbors and friends for over a year before they even started dating) and then as the fic goes on you realize it very much was serious and steve is very much not over it. And then alongside that i was trying to walk the line of “these are two fucked up individuals who are very fucked up over each other and the reasons why they broke up make sense for them as characters and are realistic but also you should root for them to get back together regardless.” which was….hard at times lmao. i mean i feel like stonathan kinda have a toxic yaoi vibe depending on characterization / context so it wasn’t hard hard but also i did want to show they were genuinely good together and happy before they self sabotaged their relationship so that was another line i also struggled to walk.

relatedly; i’m glad you said you liked steve and jonathan’s petty/mean elements because i worried at several moments i was making them too mean! i think i was especially worried people would think jonathan was too mean, mainly because you don’t get his pov so you don’t really know what’s going on in his head. which is partly what i added in a little wrap-up of the events of the fic from his point of view when he and Steve talk toward the end. but also, tbh — and maybe this will sound bad lmao — i was thinking about it and then i was like “hang on. you’re writing M/M fanfiction. The only way someone would get mad at you because they think either of them is too mean is if one of them was a woman. So you’re fine.” And that helped lmao

Not really sure when I decided what the ending would be but i knew i wanted their reconciliation convo to start with Jonathan playing a song that had some sort of significance to steve / their relationship. And I knew i wanted them to be like “we’re gonna try again and work things out” but i wanted there to be a sense that they’d be successful without necessarily doing an epilogue??? so I just did a lil paragraph at the end that was like steve imagining them living together and giving speeches at robin and Nancy’s wedding and stuff, and that was basically a little confirmation that they’d be fine and things would work out. And then i ended with a flashback to Steve suggesting they share the Spotify account initially bc I thought that would be nice and full circle :)

Thank you so much for asking!!!

[theangelwithawand]

Incorrect Shakespeare Quotes: Much Ado About Nothing 1

Benedick: Beatrice, I screwed up, big time.

Beatrice: Benedick, given your daily life experiences, you’re gonna have to be more specific.

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Benedick: I can't take this anymore, someone needs to take me out!

Beatrice: In a dating type of way, or an assassination type of way?

Benedick: I don't know, surprise me!

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Beatrice: I’m proud to identify as morosexual. I’m attracted to dumbasses and dumbasses exclusively. Someone asked me what the Spanish word for "tortilla" was once, and now I dream of kissing them under the moonlight.

Benedick: What kind of animal is the Pink Panther?

Beatrice, already taking off their clothes: God, Benedick, you’re so fucking stupid.

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Beatrice: Valentine’s day is just a consumerist holiday that holds no real value other than drive people insane buying heart shaped chocolates for their significant others and pos-

Benedick: I wrote you a poem.

Beatrice, already crying: You did?

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Benedick: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers?

Beatrice: Peonies, why?

Benedick:

Beatrice: Were you going to get me flowers?

Benedick:

Beatrice:

Benedick: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

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Benedick: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Beatrice: Go the fuck to sleep Benedick.

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Beatrice: You’re overthinking this.

Benedick: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Beatrice. What if I’m underthinking?

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Benedick: I have a problem.

Beatrice: Kill it.

Benedick: Can you chill for like, two seconds?

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Benedick: Anyone down to take couples counseling and see at what point the therapist realizes we barely know each other?

Beatrice: Idiots to lovers, 20k words, angst with a happy ending.

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Beatrice, laying in bed: Get out of my room.

Benedick, standing just outside of the door frame: I’m not in your room.

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Beatrice, ordering Starbucks: Hey, I just got my heart broken, what do you recommend?

Benedick, who’s running the drive thru: …

Benedick: Tequila.

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Beatrice: I don't know how to tell you this, but... I love you.

Benedick: That's great, Beatrice. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

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Beatrice: *standing on a balcony and sneezes*

Benedick: *standing on the roof* Bless you.

Beatrice: God?!

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Benedick: Do we have any orange juice left?

Beatrice: *pours the remaining juice into their cup*

Beatrice: Sorry, we’re all out.

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Benedick: Am I right, Beatrice?

Beatrice: I’m almost certain you’re not, but to be fair, I wasn’t listening.

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Benedick: Hey, Beatrice. What kind of flowers do you prefer?

Beatrice: I like sunflowers.

Benedick, pulling out a bouquet of Venus Flytraps: Well, shit-

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Benedick: Go fuck yourself.

Beatrice: Come over here and fuck me yourself you coward!

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Beatrice: Don’t weep for the stupid. You’ll be crying all day.

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Benedick: Capitalizing every word in a sentence is vomit inducing.

Beatrice: Enjoy Your Trip To Puke Land, Boy!

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Beatrice: Benedick, can I ask you a question?

Benedick: Sure, anything.

Beatrice: Why don't you go back to your own house and leave us alone?

[telomeke]

ID text of image posts at the start of this thread–

A series of posts about verbal processing mistakes made during customer interactions, posted by various people.

.tatecakes: customer asked for brown bread and i didn't hear them so i said 'you're having sourdough' but forgot to ask it like a question and she just said 'ok' brooklynbradshaw21: One time answered the phone at my job by saying "January, February, March…I'm so sorry I don't know why did that how can I help you" they hung up cailynvol6: one time the phone was ringing but for some reason i hit the intercom button and said "hello?" across the entire store eatasslol0: One time greeted a customer by saying "hey google" it was a bad day shaynahicks21: One time a lady told me her last name was "Romaine" like the Lettuce, so typed in "Lettuce" as her last name… she came back in and laughed at me icewatee_stan: it's ok i charged someone $100 for a scoop of ice cream once and all he said was "that's a bit expensive" @katrina.murray: When I was working the cash register at my retail job and I had to put in the customers first name and she said her name was Lisa but for some reason I typed in Susan and she just goes "my names not Susan…" and I said "I'm sorry I have no idea why I did that" No like this actually plagues me why did I do that howdyallyeehaw: a customer was complimenting my earrings and I responded with "aww love you too!" she never came back stede_bonnets: When I worked at starbucks drive though and said "hi welcome to McDonald's" even though I'd never worked at McDonald's [unknown user]: guy at the cafe I work at said his name was sergio and I put banjo. woke up in a cold sweat that night when I finally realized domdaddy449: One time accidentally asked a customer if they wanted to help fight kids with cancer instead of helping them fight cancer when asking for donations bolloxks: had someone named garret come in and he left with gart written on his latte hijadedannydevito: I greeted my table saying my name was Linda…. My name is Alyssa, not even close philmitchelwalford: I once spelt blue as bloo [B-L-O-O] and had to go "sorry that's not how you spell blue" [crying emoji] tayanottayla: one time a guy said to me 'geoff with a g' and I wrote jgeff [J-G-E-F-F] [two crying emojis] emmaliljebys: I said, "hi, and welcome home" once when I worked the drive thru at Burger King bbrainrott: I answered the phone at work one time and said, "are you finding everything okay?" instead of "hi how can I help you?" veritygrace17: I worked at a pizza hut and when i answered the phone one time instead of saying "hello, pizza hut," i said "hello bbq meat lovers" baobhan: doing a thing in class with a partner, I write down his name as James. He goes, "oh, no, it's Louis." I go "right, sorry" and then write James again notmackenziekeene: i handed a customer their food while the phone was ringing in my back pocket and looked them in the eyes and said, "this is mackenzie speaking" tommyjoancrow: Drive-through barista asked me if I wanted a receipt, I stared at her blankly without answering, tried to drive away and drove straight into the wall ayo.its.krissy: me working at subway, a customer tells me what cheese they want and I respond immediately with "and what kind of cheese?" mayorofgoatville: Being told the name was Scott for the waitlist and writing down Shart. And he said, "oh, it's Scott." I said oh, I'll change that upsettyspaghetti: I answered the phone, took their name and address and then said "is that all?" Before they even ordered anything brainless.james: i realized we forgot to put cold foam on this guys drink and reached into his car and just went "gimme it" bri.liza: a customer pulled up to the window and I said "good morning!' it was quite literally 9:00pm insectz: one time a girl ordered a coffee with 2 sugars and i looked her in the eye and said "no sugars? [smiling emoji]"

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[sw143]

2. The Ring

It is been 2 months after government imposed movement restriction order due to pandemic. No one can go out from their home without valid reason. Zack lay on his bed scrolling down his instagram. On these quarantine time, people are getting creative to fill up their time at home. Zack saw a lot of sharing by content creators on his social media. Some fills their time by trying new recipe on instagram, post a dance video on tiktok, write thread about conspiracy theories. While scrolling his instagram wall, Zack saw Callum's story post appeared. He click the thumbnail and watched the content.

"I want to give my mum this ring but the size not suit her, instead of keep it I want to let it go. Any interested buyer?" The text come with picture of two silver swarovski rings. One with large swarovski gem on the centre and small gems arranged around the ring and another same ring but without big swarovski stone on the centre.

Zack immediately sent him a message. "I'm interested". Zack wrote. "I buy with 15 dollars. Deal?".

"okay deal!" Callum replied.

That was fast. Zack did not expect such prompt reply from Callum.

"when you want to take these rings?" Callum ask.

"How about tommorow. I'm going to Image Mall to take something from my friend" Zack have an appointment with Diana. Diana's mother is a friend of Zack's mom. Lately Diana always like Zack's posts and stories on instagram. They even make few conversation through whatsapp and instagram. Zack can feel Diana interest on him but he just ignored it since he just want to make sure for a choice of love of his life.

"Okay see you tommorow then. Just give ma call when you are there. My house just 5 minutes from there." Callum replied and give Zack his contact number.

Zack lay facing his bedroom ceiling. His mind processing the thought of Callum willingness to take the deal. Zack start to think something but he immediately shut it down but the more he tried, the more he is force to think about it. Does Callum like me?

...................................

The clock on the wall shows twelve past twenty. Zack get himself ready to go out to meet Diana and Image mall.

"Im at the mall entrance" Zack texted Diana.

"Could you move to the starbucks area. There will be one lady hand in to you a paperbag. Let me know if you're done " Zack feel weird with this supposedly she is the one met him here but now the thing differen.

Zack drive his car to the starbucks and pull over and put on emergency light. He checking his phone while waiitng the lady as per told by Diana. As Zack sunk by his phone, Suddenly someone knocking the window car. One curvy lady with starbucks apron on, hand in to him a paperbag.

"Hi, this is for you from Ms. Diana" she said.

"Hi, oh thank you" soon as she back off. Zack raised the car window and drove to the side part of the mall. He take out his phone and texted Callum

"Hi Bro, I'm at the mall. Parked my car at the right side of the Mall"

Callum reply promptly "Okay will be there in 5 "

Zack looking around and enjoy the peaceful surrounding of the mall. Usually the mall will be busy at this hour but due to the movemont restriction order, less people come the mall.

Suddenly Ford Fiesta car parked in front of Zack's. One guy with shades, white t-shirt and black shorts come out from that car walk towards him. Zack bring down the windows. He was so nervous this is the first time we met this guy. Zack always struggle with first time meeting with people the first thing that comes to his mind is how people think abpout him. He always imagining negative perspective throw towards him.

Zack just waiting, He saw a young man with with small box in his hand.

"Hey, here you are. The rings". Callum said while hand in the small box.

"Hey, Thanks. By the way I'm Sorry. I tried transfer the money to you but seems the network was not really. The transaction can't went thru"

"No problem, it can be wait. No rush"

He looks like waiting for something. Does he hoping the conversation to be longer? Or does He hoping for Zack to invite him for a date? Zack also do not have idea about it. Zack suddenly end the silent moment by thank him for the rings and told him he need to drive back home. They both said their goodbyes and move on their way

[waitingforthestarstofall]

Hi! Just found you because of your drabbles, and I loved them! Could you write number 91. Lies for Mac? :)

Hiiiii!!!!! Welcome, new friend! Thank you for sending in an ask.

Again...I’ve drabbled a couple times in writing this. Apologies for going overboard. *grins*

I had a little help from @nade2308 & @anguishmacgyver in getting some details fact-checked. Thanks pals. <3

91. Lies

Jack’s brain hurt. Their boss, Oversight, was Mac’s dad? What?

Now they were on a plane in-route to freaking Mexico and Mac wasn’t talking to him or James MacGyver. Instead of spreading out at his usual couch spot, he was squeezed into the corner of one of the single seats, working on a paperclip sculpture.

He felt the anger and animosity roiling off of Mac despite being several feet away. Never one to see his family hurting, Jack relocated to the seat across the aisle.

“Mac—”

No sooner had he started speaking, Mac shut him down. “You can’t smooth this over with another lie. I’m in on it now, okay?”

Lied to Mac? Him?

“I’ve never lied to you. Told you things I’ve never said out loud to anyone”

“What about Day 64?”

Jack’s heart sank. Years of working to gain Mac’s trust and show him how much he mattered down the crapper.

He kept his voice even but firm and looked into his partner’s anguished eyes, “I told you. I re-upped because I watch your back. Couldn’t let a kid with a funny hamburger name get himself killed. Nobody made that decision but me.”

“You sure about that? You said you did it for your country back then.” Mac challenged bitterly.

Curse Mac and his photographic memory.

Jack took a breath to ground himself before he bared it all. “I did say that. More in the ‘you and me against the world’ way, not the ‘I helped Truman Show you’ way. I stayed because I couldn’t live with myself if I left and something bad happened. Because you’re important.”

They held each others’ lives in the eye contact they shared. Jack watched Mac search for any lie or misdirection and waited for him to anchor himself in what he could trust. Their bond.

“I got you.”

send me a whump drabble number!

[kaidabakugou]

thinking of sweaty locker room sex with kunigami.

just riding him on one of the benches, his back flat on the hard surface while you’re straddling him.

bouncing up and down on his cock, wet skin slapping against each other echoing through the empty room.

nails digging into the fat of your thighs before he drags his hands up to spread your ass cheeks. gripping them as he encourages you to ride him faster.

telling you how pretty you look, so messy sweating all over him. his words mixed with the heat emitting from his body after a long day of practice making you more hazy.

giving your rear a slap before bringing his thumb down on your clit. rubbing quick circles on your swollen nub while his other hand pinches your sensitive nipples.

the added stimulation making the knot inside your stomach burst as you cum all over his cock. your walls clenching around him sending him over the edge, coating your insides white as the mixture of your release drips down his balls and onto the bench.

lifting you with his cock still inside you while he carries you towards the showers. going for another round against the shower walls before cleaning each other off quickly before the rest of the team comes inside the locker room.

[ratboy]

real ass stories from a starbucks drive thru

on multiple occasions people have asked for “no sweetener” in their americanos. americanos are just shots and water.

this woman comes in through the drive thru pretty regularly and she has 4 chihuahuas, one of which takes up the front passenger seat while her husband sits in the back with the other three chihuahuas

I have had people mistakenly call me ma'am and miss when I’m talking to them. I was 1 year on T and my voice was pretty deep. I dont know why this happens (it also still happens even when im almost 2 years on T LMAO cis people be wildin)

people continuously ask for “blended” versions of drinks we normally dont blend (we have frappacinos for that). so if someone orders a “blended vanilla latte” we give them a vanilla bean frapp with some frap roast (our coffee base). 

[historian-in-pearls]

I can leave my new house in the morning and be in the Starbucks drive-thru in under five minutes. This must be what Jane Austen meant when she wrote “I never saw a place so happily situated”.

[mjsparkour]

Okay, I asked you a while back for some fic recs and I am in need of more. Have you read any Gina x Ricky lately? Would love for you to share the ones you've loved

Hey!

I’m so glad you liked my rec the last time, there have been alot of fics that have been written since you last asked so this list was super hard to limit. There are alot in this list alone (17 overall I think). I could always recommend more, Rina writers are just so talented. So here's a list of some of my favorites <3

The Story of Us by peculiarblue

���gina learns that sometimes things have to fall apart so that they can fall back together, right where they were always meant to be’ This is a complete 2 part chapter fic

Thee Rina bible. It’s everything we could ever want and need. Everything we want s2 to be and more. It’s an absolute masterpiece in every way. So many parts where I nearly died, the angst in the fight scene, the tension before they made up (the dress scene that reminded me so much of that amylaurie scene I lost my mind a little more), them being absolutely gone for each other!!! it’s just perfect in every way.

When Your With Me and Were Alone by orphan account

‘Ricky Bowen remembers everything.’ This is a one-shot three-part completed series.

My favorite series, it’s gotta be. It’s the first of its kind for rina fics. Lore does an incredible job of realistically writing rina’s characterization and reactions to Gina moving and what would happen after. A wonderfully talented writer, utilizing the power of her words while minimalist carries an effect. 

You Know Me Better by This_is_Riri

‘Gina was moving. This would be her sixth move in seven years. She was used to it by now...only this time, it felt different. Post episode 7.’ This is an incomplete multichapter fic.

This one really gets you at your gut. Heart-wrenching for both characters but mainly gina. The vents that happen to both characters, it just makes sense that so much more than their vunerabilities bonds them together. Perfect execution of the mutual understanding trope. 

and I know I’ve kissed you before by ptrprkrs

‘but I didn’t do it right / can i try again, try again, try again? or: 5 times ricky kisses gina + 1 time she kisses back’ This is a complete one-shot.

I love a good five times plus one fic. This one is heartwarming, cheeky and cute. It gives a healthy balance of the inevitable anguish that comes with pining (and not just for the character but for frustrated readers that just wanna put these kids together already) but also the sweet innocence and fluff from first love (or first love adjacent). 

what love might have done by rradioh

‘Ricky follows his gut. Everything changes. Some things stay the same.’ This is a completed one shot.

A good look into what could've been for season one. Reflecting moments that felt like they could’ve easily been placed in the show and showed the subtly of the growth of rinas relationship. It wasn’t something that was thrown into our faces but came gradually and this fic facilitates that growth with key moments that add to that. A Great one-shot.

And the 7th Thing I Hate The Most That You Do (You Make Me Love You) by iknowpIaces

‘It doesn’t help that he really does look good in his costume. God, she hates him. She hates him. She hates him. Then, he has the nerve to smile at her. And Gina hates how that smile alone sends her over the moon.’ This is a completed one shot.

SOOOO GOOD. No one understands, I love the trope where one person has a crush on the other and it's unrequited (or it seems that way) but eventually it's apparent that they're also just as gone for that person as soon as they start moving on, or feeling fine with having their feelings not reciprocated. Then they're both just mutual pining messes, ugh I love it. This fic handles the trope with care and rina just comes together organically. 

lesson in love by finelineholland

“Give me 4 weeks. I’ll help you out. Like… a crash course, if you will. 'How to be the perfect boyfriend for Nini Salazar-Roberts': A class taught by yours truly.” This is an incomplete multichapter fic.

A rom-com in the form of a fic. It’s so true to Ricky and Gina as characters and their dynamic. The writing is really good and gives so much in terms of plot. I really hope it updates soon because I love a good makeover/transformation fic, it gives she’s all that and geek charming in the best ways.  

take me to the feeling by peculiarblue

‘gina meets a stranger at a party she doesn't want to be at, and let's herself fall in love for the night, wherever it takes them’ This is a completed one shot.

Katie does it again. Another classic that makes us fall for rina while they fall for each other under the stars. You can’t help but feel something for them right off the bat because theirs something about the cheekiness of the dynamic and so real. You can’t help but fall for them, a must read.

The Last Time by mytearsricochet

‘this is the one where gina meets ricky and nothing is against them. except for a few misunderstandings, forgotten birthdays, wrong people, and missed opportunities. because as much as love doesn’t care about time, this is the one where time cares about love. and with time, everything falls into place.’ This is a completed one shot.

SO UNBELIAVBLEY UNDERRATED. This fic is too excellent, it's everything rinas could want. it’s an incredibly well done long slowburn that makes you strap in for the ride. With all those teasing moments where they're mutually pining and they're just on the precipice of finding out their feelings for one another only to hold back and stay friends (until the end of course). The end makes you work for it, but so worth it when you get to it. 

10 Days in “Love” by kindredspiritsxo 

‘It was almost the end of high school and nobody had it figured out. Especially Ricky Bowen. His parents had recently divorced, he had no idea what he's doing for college, his longtime girlfriend dumped him the month before and now he's been replaced by one of the most popular guys in school.

To make matters worse, he leaves for Europe in two days for his senior trip. The same senior trip that said ex-girlfriend and her new boyfriend were going on. So, Ricky did what any desperate teenage boy would do to try and get his girlfriend back: he devised a plan. A plan that included the help of Gina Porter and playing pretend for 10 days.’ This is an incomplete multichapter fic.

I love a good traveling fic. Sometimes all it takes to get a character to wake up about things going on in their lives or feelings for character b is a good change of scenery. This fic does a great job of utilizing the enviornment to facilitate rinas love story through one of my favorite tropes, the fake dating trope. There's some angst along the way because nothing can ever come easy but it's not without its reward. It gives me major spiderman far from home vibes just solely because of petermjs adorableness and how that energy kinda translates to rina in this fic more so in the beginning before they have this repertoire. 

on the line by peculiarblue

‘with everything in her life finally at a stand still for once the last thing gina needs is one curly haired skater to come in and give her a reason to change again

(or, gina lets ricky back into her life the only way she knows how, at a distance, through daily voicemails, until her heart remembers why she can't love him anymore.)’ This is a completed one shot.

It hurts in the best way possible! that is the best way to describe this fic. Were taken on a journey where I personally wanted rina to just talk to each other in person but the magic was all in the voicemails and the power of their connection. There was a satisfying ending, I couldn't ask for more. If you haven’t read literally everything written by Katie go read it, it won't disappoint.

but everywhere just brings me back to you by ptrprkrs

‘or, ricky is just a little in love with the voice of the girl at the starbucks drive-thru’ This is a completed one shot.

An amazing fic that hits every spot effortlessly, even the ones you didn’t know you had. Like Ricky being a lovesick puppy going to a drive-thru just to hear Gina’s voice for coffee, he doesn’t drink or like. All the while they’d been connected all along. I’m a sucker for any kind of soulmate implications or stories where people are unknowingly connected like that so this ones a real favorite for me. It’s sweet, lighthearted and funny and a great read.

About Love by goldenthread

‘a series of Interconnected one shots and canonical aus for Ricky and Gina <3.’ This is an incomplete multichapter fic.

Here's where I enter some shameless self-promo...I wrote this recently. It’s just some loosely connected one-shots I have of rina based on canon. I write about an alternate first meeting, what would've happened if Gina had to understudy Nini in a rehearsal and (for a future chapter) a babysitting au (for what happened when Gina actually told Ricky the truth, she was babysitting her neighbor's kid when she talked to him at the skatepark). Check it out if it sounds like your thing!

in your eyes by finelineholland

‘you always try to hide the pain, you always know just what to say. i always look the other way. i'm blind, i'm blind. in you eyes, you lie, but i don't let it define you.’ This is an incomplete multichapter fic.

There is something about Rina being written about from an outside perspective that is just so excellent. The story starting with Nini noting the obvious chemistry and their connection and being threatened by it, I don’t know it's just so pleasing to me. Another fic like that one of my favorites (one that I’m pretty sure I’ve suggested in my other rec list), pretend i don’t see it in your eyes by spobylol. Another absolutely excellent read that does not miss once. This story in contrast also writes from rina’s perspective as well which I also thought was well done. 

right from the start I knew by anonymous

‘“Uh.” Ricky really didn’t think this far ahead. To be fair, it’s not like he’s ever thought ahead about anything ever in his life, so this is really to be expected. “We - forget about it? Maybe. Or like - I don’t know. I think I have to figure out how to be like - a person right now. By myself.”

“Same.” Gina says absently. “I’ve spent what feels like my whole life thinking about what other people think of me. It’d be nice to - to be able to try looking beyond that for a change.”

Post-Season 1. Ricky and Nini break up, but that doesn't mean things work out right away.’ This is a completed one shot.

The most iconic love confession I’ve read in a rina fic to date. it’s just so good, a certified rush every single time. The mutual pining hits spectacularly especially when you see just how soon it starts to hit Ricky that he’d made a mistake getting with Nini and him paying for that mistake. The writing only amplifies it. Also Ricky telling Gina he’s obsessed with her? yeah, I automatically added this fic to my list of faves.

If they only knew by goldenthread

‘Ricky Bowen never really bought into the whole soulmate thing (except he did) but life got in the way and now he's sort of pretending to date new (totally not intimidating) girl Gina Porter to win back the one and only Nini Salazar Roberts. Not a single thing could go wrong.

or

The one where Ricky and Gina aren't so good at the whole soulmate thing and they fake date.’ This is an incomplete multichapter fic.

More shameless self promo, sorry y’all but I’m super proud of this one. It’s a soulmate and fake dating au, combining two of my fave tropes into one to make this (surprisingly) long fic. It’s a whirlwind of emotions and a lot of moving parts in the story. I plan on updating within two months then after that there's three more chapters until its finished :) hope y’all enjoy it if you decide to give it a read!

you are the best thing & the worst thing (that’s happened to me this whole year) by tophsgf

‘Gina's roommate Nini is unbearable. What's more unbearable, however? Her very charismatic and totally off-limits sort-of boyfriend.’ This is a completed one shot. 

An amazing fic, I need more people to know about it! I really like fics where the development between Ricky and Gina is gradual, which seems to be the case for a lot of fics but for this one in particular I like its execution. Obviously, at first, he’s with Nini so it’s like the dynamic is at a point of comparison from the start but we quickly learn that thanks to good ole mutual understanding and overall compatibility Ricky and Gina are just right for each other. A fun read that hits all the bases.

[some-kindofgnome]

august slipped away

i. ii.

Otherwise known as the Thanksgiving fic.

characters: mirio x f!reader

wc: 2.6k

warnings: smut (18+ please!), quirkless AU, angst, Thanksgiving long-distance woes, mirio’s very ugly little subaru

notes: Happy Birthday @drapetomaniac​! I’m so glad I was able to get this finished on time. I’m so grateful to have met you on this lil site, so consider this my birthday gift to you! 💖  This serves as a part ii to my Kinktober fic “with autumn closing in.” It got ANGSTY. I hope you love it.

on the prompt: “It’s November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.” This beautiful line was written by Lucy Maud Montgomery, a wonderful Canadian writer, in her novel Anne of the Island, published in 1915.

MASTERLIST

Mini Prompt Event!

It’s November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.

Despite the traffic, the drive into your hometown’s been remarkably quiet. You’ve hitched a ride with a friend, and with Starbucks in your cupholders and weeks worth of laundry piled into her trunk, you ride back in near-silence.

She knows what’s on your mind as she pulls off the exit, the all-too-familiar sign that marks your hometown sending a rush of anxiety straight to your gut.

You’re not looking forward to this weekend as much as you should be. You miss your family- your parents, your dog, your bedroom- but there’s another gaping question mark that fills the rest of the weekend, too harrowing to ignore.

Mirio.

After a very tearful goodbye at the end of the summer, things were good between you. You texted all the time and called him whenever you could. You even wrote letters back and forth in the first month of the semester. Mirio’s were never decked out in stickers or lavish penmanship like yours were, but they teared you up all the same.

But college is difficult. And you’re both starting this year, so it’s been a lot for both of you to adjust to. You and Mirio always kind of sailed through high school without too much extra studying, so the amount of work it takes to do well in college has been a massive wake-up call.

It’s putting a strain on your relationship with him. Slowly, at first.

You were too busy with papers and assignments to call during the week, but he was too busy with practices and games and training to call on the weekends. The letters dwindled in frequency and then ceased altogether. Now you’ll go days without hearing from each other at all.

There’s never been a doubt in your mind that long-distance was going to be difficult. But you’re pretty sure it’s not supposed to feel like this.

Your friend drops you off in the driveway and squeezes your tight shoulder. She promises you that it’s going to work out, one way or the other. Then she pulls away to continue to her own city and you climb up the front steps with two garbage bags of laundry in your hands.

You’re attacked by your ecstatic dog at the door, and your mother doesn’t follow far behind. The house is already fragrant with the spiced aroma of baking pumpkin pies, and your mother cries as she hugs you tightly. So do you.

A few minutes later, with your first load of laundry spinning away, you flop onto the couch. To your delight, there’s a text from Mirio. You’re kind of hoping to see him tonight, but you’re not sure what time he was planning on getting into town. Still, a text from him seems promising.

Home yet? It reads.

You’re trying not to let it show that you’re brimming with happiness.

Just got in, you text breezily, curling your knees to your chest with a little smile tugging at your lips. It feels so good to talk to him again here, knowing you’ve got nothing but time to spend with him this weekend.

You text back and forth a little bit, soft little messages about how good it feels to be home and how glad you are that he got home safe. The last message you type out feels indulgent but so good, and you send it with every expectation of an immediate response.

Wanna come over?

Read 7:12 pm

Dull silence persists from your phone. One hour goes by. Two hours. The temptation to send him another message is overwhelming. You’ve been well past the point of avoiding double texts for as long as you can remember.

But this feels… different. Like you shouldn’t bother him. Like, somehow, that’ll only make the silence worse.

So you don’t. Fair enough.

The next day, you’re up to your elbows helping your family get ready for dinner. Your mom has an unfortunate habit of pulling out the stops, but the meal turns out fantastic. Dealing with your extended family is as draining as always, but you’re texting Mirio every so often under the table and he seems happy enough to respond.

You think about bringing up his sudden disappearance last night, but figure he’d been preoccupied with his family. Tonight, his texts are in good spirits.

It’s not until you’re curled up in bed with a belly full of turkey that you try again.

Wanna do something tomorrow? I have brunch in the morning, but I could meet you after.

Read 10:36 pm

Nothing.

Fool me once, you don’t want to let yourself think. But Mirio’s pretty good at putting his phone down when it’s time for bed, so you tell yourself he’s just gone to sleep. He’s gone to sleep and in the morning you’re going to wake up to a sweet little text from him with fresh plans from the afternoon.

Unfortunately, the trend continues. You catch and hold his attention for a few messages a time every day, but every time you mention meeting up in person, you get radio silence. It’s gotten to the point where you know it’s on purpose, and yet every time you fail to confront him, your embarrassment deepens.

Mirio doesn’t play games with you. It feels wrong, to have him jerking your heart around like this. But you give him the benefit of the doubt all weekend.

Finally, it’s Sunday. Your washed, folded laundry is packed neatly in the hallway. You’re finishing up dinner and your family knows, at this point, to keep quiet about Mirio.

You’ve given up on seeing him entirely.

As your family cleans up, you try one more time. You know you shouldn’t. You have every expectation of being treated the same way you have all weekend- why should this time work out any differently?

But you do it anyway.

Hey… I know you might be busy with family stuff, but we’re both going back tomorrow so tonight’s kinda the last chance I can see you…

To your surprise, just a few minutes later, you get a reply,

Want me to pick you up?

Within half an hour, his familiar little Subaru is waiting for you in the dark. Your heart clenches tightly, watching him parked in the driveway. You haven’t seen him in months.

You’d expected a happier reunion.

Still, there’s a sort of lightness that tugs at your heart as you pick your way down the front steps. You tug open the passenger’s side door- the inside of the car is toasty from the rattling little heater that’s always smelled just a little bit burnt.

Mirio has a sad sort of tired smile on his lips, but you can see the relief in his gaze. You’ve almost forgotten what he looks like in real-time like this.

“Hi,” you gasp, almost shyly. You tug the door shut and he shifts the car into gear. You can’t help the little clench of anticipation you get when he puts a hand on the back of your seat to glance over his shoulder.

When he looks back at you, he looks a little brighter.

“Wanna get some coffee?”

He takes you through the Starbucks drive-thru and buys you both iced coffees. The ice rattles cold and sweet inside the cups as he drives you out of town, taking you up the winding road to the point. Neither of you says a thing. You haven’t planned a thing, but you don’t need to.

As you draw closer to the familiar little lookout, your stomach tightens.

Something feels very wrong about the way he’s treating you. By the time he pulls off the road and rolls along the battered gravel path, you’re almost in tears.

You should’ve seen this coming the first time he left you on read. Mirio’s never left you on read before.

“Well,” you mumble, your heart pounding in your throat. You know you’re going to regret this, but it’s killing you to sit in silence. You reach into the centre console and grab your coffee, shaking it weakly in front of him.

“At least you bought me a coffee before breaking up with me.”

Mirio reacts visibly in the dark next to you.

“What?” He looks over, dark eyes shining with betrayal. His blonde brow is firm and set, but there’s genuine surprise in his expression.

“Break up with you?” His voice is trembling. “W-why would I-“

Now you feel even stupider. The tears come, hot and fast and unrelenting. Your next words come in a pinched sob.

“Why wouldn’t you?” You’ve cried like this in front of him before, but this is the first time it’s ever seemed embarrassing.

“I tried to see you all weekend, all I wanted was to see you.” You’re sniffling wildly, and you knee open the glove box because you know he always keeps tissues there. “I missed you so much and-and you wouldn’t even talk to me.”

He whimpers your name, quiet as a prayer. He’s tearing up, too, gripping the steering wheel tightly with his face screwed up in pain.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks. “I was… I thought…”

He’s pausing like you’re going to interrupt him, but you don’t. He bows his head, continuing.

“I was afraid to see you,” he confesses, “because I thought you wanted to break up with me.”

The relief you expect doesn’t come. Instead, a deeper, sicker pain wraps itself around your heart.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because you don’t talk to me anymore,” he ejects. “Not in the same way. I… I know you’re busy, and I know I’m busy, but… things just felt different. Ever since Homecoming, I-I just…”

Homecoming was the one weekend that Mirio had been to visit you since the summer. That was a reunion that felt as good as it was supposed to. You’ll never forget bounding out of your residence hall to find him there, leaning against the edge of his little car like it was a souped-up Harley Davidsen. You’ll never forget the way he laughed when you launched yourself into his arms.

But that was where the bliss had stopped.

Homecoming was a bad weekend for him to visit. You should have seen that coming. You were busy with your brand new friendships, hopping from party to party. And though you were both all smiles when he was climbing into his car again on Sunday night, you’d known he left feeling a little neglected.

“Mirio,” you sob, reaching for him. You pull his eyes to yours with a hand under his jaw- a little unshaven, scratchy- and his cheeks are wet with fresh tears of his own. “I missed you like hell. I love you. I mean that every single time I say it. And I-“

You hate this kind of thing with him. Neither of you takes conflict very well. And though there have always been fights, this is the largest reckoning you’ve ever had.

“I had so many plans for us this weekend,” you admit, and the hurt takes over. Because no matter how you resolve this, that’s time that you can never get back. “And now I have to go back tomorrow and so do you and this is all we’re gonna have.”

“I know,” he sniffles right back. His voice is weak. Trembling. You haven’t seen him like this since his dog died, right after you graduated high school. “God, I-I… I’m so sorry.”

He’s reaching for you now, winding his arms awkwardly over the centre console to pull you close. You have to lean way over but you do, burying your face into the chest of his jacket.

You both sob openly, for nobody but yourselves.

“I don’t want it to be like this,” you plead. “I don’t want to be fighting for things to feel right. I can’t take four more years of this, Mirio, I can’t.”

He’s stroking a palm down the back of your head now, burying his nose into your hair.

“It won’t be,” he promises. “I’m gonna try harder. I’m gonna- I promise.”

“It’s both of us,” you reply. Your voice drops as you start to, slowly, regain control. “It’s me too. I need to try harder, too. I don’t want it to end like this.”

You nose your way to the surface, peering up at him. You both look ridiculous, faces pinched and teary. But none of that matters when you’re leaning up and he’s leaning down and he’s kissing you, all soft and loving in that way that used to make you melt.

It still does.

You let it grow heated, let yourself grab him by the cheeks and pour all of the desperate longing you’ve been doing into this kiss. It becomes very clear to you that you’re not going to be getting out of this car a single woman. And relief spreads warm and gooey through your gut.

“I wanna,” you whisper, pulling back with your eyelashes fluttering. Mirio cups your cheeks and warmly swipes the last of your drying tears away. He leans in and nuzzles the chilled tip of your nose with his.

“You sure?”

You bite your lower lip and shoot him a quiet, sly little nod.

This time, when you climb into the backseat together, no blankets or pillows are waiting for you. But you don’t care. You let him splay you across the narrow back seat, hitching one knee up over the backrest and stretching the other one out alongside him.

It’s a good deal colder this time around. And you can’t wait to get to each other. Your clothes are barely shoved out of the way by the time he’s nudging his stiff tip against your folds. You’re pushing the long hem of his sweatshirt out of the way for him, and he looks down at you with such determined adoration that you wonder why you ever doubted his love in the first place.

He eases into you slow and gentle, just like the first time. Very unlike the second time, harried and rushed under the covers of your rickety dorm bed.

You drag his lips to yours while he bottoms out inside you, wrapping that free leg around his hips and keeping him buried tight.

He fucks you just like that, in deep, tiny little strokes that nudge the tenderest parts of your belly and send pleasure trickling right down your spine each time. He kisses every part of your skin that he can reach, whispering his devotion to you over and over and over again until his voice breaks. Until all he can do is grunt and sigh and shake above you as he pours his climax into you, bringing you to a quiet little peak beneath him.

You stay tangled for a long time, despite the cramps quickly developing in your forcibly angled limbs. He lays between your thighs, listening to your heartbeat as your lazy fingers drift through the sweat-damped strands of his golden hair.

“Hey,” he murmurs warmly, lifting his chin to find your eyes. “I wanna drive you back to school tomorrow, okay?”

“What?” You frown. “Mirio, that’s two hours in the opposite direction for you. Don’t-“

“Please,” he insists, and something in his tone makes you stop. He slides his hands up your sides. “I want to. I didn’t… I should’ve seen you more this weekend. Let me. Please?”

You give a breathy little laugh, laying your head back against the edge of the seat. Your heart throbs with that all-too-familiar warmth.

“My mom’ll be pissed,” you tease, and you feel him grin against your chest.

You’re going to be okay.

[fantasticfemmefatale]

spelling

A/N: please someone send me a request im literally begging you

SUMMARY:  y/n spells Emily’s name wrong on her coffee cup on purpose

WARNINGS: none bc im a #legend and don’t  use nono words

The first time, she just shrugged and went about her day.

The first time, you did it for the same reason you did it to everyone else: it broke up the monotony of a minimum-wage barista job.

The first time was different.

The second time, you recognized her, with her long, silky black hair and sideways belt buckle.

The second time you did it because you wanted her to laugh, or smile, or something. So on the side of the steaming cup, you wrote “Emely” in uneven Sharpie scrawl. You winked as you handed it to her, and she laughed as she read it. 

The second time, you thought that was it.

The third time was a few weeks later, but you still knew it was her. This time, you wrote Emlee, and as you handed it to her, and her eyes scanned the nearly-unintelligible writing, gathered the courage to say, “I haven’t seen you around here in awhile.”

She looked up, meeting your eyes, and you swore you died and went to heaven in that moment. 

“I work for the FBI,” she responded. “I was on a case for a few weeks.” She paused for a minute, then turned to go.

You would later say you must’ve had your own coffee spiked that morning, because there was no other way you ever could’ve called after her: “Wait!”

She stopped and turned back towards you. “Can I get your number?” You practically whispered. All the courage you’d had a moment ago faded when she looked at you. She nodded, and chugged the rest of her coffee before reaching past two of your coworkers, grabbing the Sharpie off the counter and writing something on the cup, then handing it to you.

Wow.

You texted her a few days later.

“Hey. This is (Y/N), the barista who asked for your number.”

Her response came almost instantly, “Want to go out sometime?”

If one thing was for sure, this girl got to the point.

Your date got postponed a few times due to her FBI job. In the meantime, you two texted and called each other, sharing details about your lives. She told you about growing up the daughter of an ambassador, and you told her about how you had been a nurse for a few years, but were now in your last year of med school, hoping to become an ER doctor. You had a part-time job as a barista to pay the bills, because nursing while in school had become too demanding.

Oh, and she sent memes.

Lots of them.

By the time your date finally rolled around, you felt like you’d known her for years. 

You two went to dinner and then bounced from club to club, dancing the night away like you were in some modern-day, LGBTQ+ Cinderella story. Her wit and can-do attitude were contagious; by the end of the night, your insecurities felt like a distant memory. It was amazing, really how this woman you’d only seen in person three times before could make you feel like this. Alas, as Cinderella must leave the ball at the stroke of midnight, Emily got a call from her boss, telling her she was needed at the BAU. 

She looked genuinely sad when she told you she had to leave, and you took that as a sign that she’d enjoyed your date. Emily offered to drop you off at your house as she left, but you declined the offer, saying you’d just get an Uber. 

“Be safe,” Emily warned, and then kissed you, like lightning, before turning to go with a wave, like nothing had happened. You sat there, awestruck, for twelve minutes until you regained enough of your mental facilities to remember you were currently in the middle of a club at 4:46 in the morning without a ride home.

Jack laughed at you when you told him that story. “C’mon, that can’t really be how you two got together!” 

“Eh, believe whatever you want,” you said with a smile, tucking a strand behind your ear. The engagement ring on your wrist sparkled as you did so, and Jack demanded to see the ring just one more time, pretty please? How could you refuse?

Emily walked in a few moments later, reaching down to ruffle your hair as she did so. “Rossi’s serving the pasta soon, you two.”

You laughed and swatted her hand away, muttering, “It’s surprising he’s even able to let us eat it. The guy literally acts like it’s his child.”

Jack and Emily both laughed at that, and you helped Jack up as you stood, following Emily to the backyard, where the rest of the BAU team was waiting. Over the years, you’d gotten to know them well, until they were all practically family to you. 

“Remind me again why he insisted on throwing us an engagement party,” you murmured in Emily’s ear.

“Because he thinks he’s our legal guardian,” she whispered back.

The rest of the party was fun, full of drinking, playing with Jack and Henry, pasta, and arguments with Derek and Spencer over the dumbest things. Although you’d enjoyed it, by the end of the night you were tired, your face hurt from smiling so much, and your feet hurt from standing. Emily, on the other hand, looked like she’d just had four energy drinks. 

“I’ll get you coffee on the way home and then we’re choosing what to do next.”

“God no,” you groaned, “I just want sleep.”

Emily laughed, managing to only sound slightly psychotic, as she pulled into the Starbucks drive-thru. You were too busy slipping in and out of consciousness to hear what she ordered for you. When she was handed your drink, however, she pulled a marker out of the cupholder in the front seat, and crossed out your name, and rewrote it. You figured she was fixing the barista’s spelling, until she proudly handed the cup to you.

(Y/N).

But spelled in the weirdest possible way.

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t.” Emily ended her sentence by kissing you, at least, until the car behind you two honked at you guys for holding up the line.

Emily muttered what you assumed was a string of expletives as she drove the rest of the way through the drive-thru, but extremely slow on purpose.

“What’d I do to deserve you?” you asked. You were gazing at her with complete adoration as you sipped your drink.

Her response was a snort, followed by, “Must’ve been something good.

[storiesoftaylor]

Red (Taylor's Version)

Written by: Taylor Swift Produced by: Christopher Lowe & Taylor Swift Length: 3:43

This song is about loving someone with everything that you have, even tho it's the wrong one. Taylor sings about passionate love and equally passionate pain. That's why Taylor considers her love with "Scarf Boy" "RED" because it was always one extreme or the other. Never in a comfortable state. And you have to remember this song is FULL of metaphors, Blondie loves those.

HIDDEN MESSAGE IN THE LYRICS: "SAG"

Some people that refers to her and "scarf boy" having the same Zodiac sign (Sagittarius), others think it stands for "Swift And Gyllenhaal", and some think it stands for the SAG awards which is something that actors attend - which "scarfy" is.. an actor.

Taylor wrote this song on September 7, 2011, at 21 years old while on a plane to Nashville.

September 8, 2011 - Nashville "I was supposed to fly to LA after the show in Tacoma WA last night, but after talking to my brother on the phone and missing my mom and my town where I know my way around - I got homesick and flew back to Nashville instead. It was a long flight, but I'm so happy I chose to come home. Mostly because I wrote a song on the plane on the way home called, 'Red'. I got in at 6AM this morning, slept til 10, brought mom eggs benedict for breakfast, went and got coffee (the pumpkin spice lattes are back at Starbucks!!) and mom and I drove around talking. She showed me all the new decorating she'd done in

her new house. It looks absolutely fantastic. She has scented candles burning in every room. So each part of the house smells like a new kind of heaven. In the evening, I went to Nathan's studio to record (Nathan Chapman produced the original version of this song that we don't listen to anymore). When I played 'Red' for him, he lost it. He absolutely freaked over the lyrics. I was so happy. As we started recording it, it got more and more awesome, with banjo and this affected vocal part that runs under the chorus going "re-e-ee-e-d" I'd love to name my next album "Red". Scott "Slimeball" came over because I called him and he was still working at the office. He said this song takes it to the next level. He

lost it over this song. My mom loves it too. It's so different than anything we've done. I can't even tell you how alive and worthwhile I feel when I'm writing a new song and I finish it and people like it. It's the most fulfilling feeling, like getting an A+ on your report card. Recording again tomorrow. :) Taylor <3"

[Verse One] Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ended so suddenly So, for those of you that don't know, a Maserati is a car that is FAST. It has a top speed of 187, and it can get to 60mph in less than 5 seconds. So, in comparing her love with "Scarfy" to driving this super fast car down a dead-end street - she's saying it was never gonna work, but the thrill was worth it. Maserati:

Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you're already flying through the free fall This is such a good line because it's so true - in love, you can see it starting to fall apart right before your eyes, but you can't stop it. The same thing with flying thru the free fall, you can't just fly back up to solid ground... You have to go with gravity, my friend. Like the colors in Autumn, so bright just before they lose it all This one hurts, she's saying the love was absolutely beautiful until it very much wasn't. But she didn't say the colors faded, she said they LOST their color. Like it wasn't their choice like it was taken from them. That's why Taylor's diction (word choice) is so important.

[Chorus] Losing him was blue like I've never known Blue = Sadness, deep sadness. Missing him was dark gray all alone Dark gray feels like a lonely and vacant feeling from inside. It feels like this photo looks:

Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met It's impossible to know someone you have never met, just like it's impossible to forget him. But loving him was red So, when Taylor says "red" she means passion, jealousy, love, hate, confusion, anger, sadness. All of that to her means "red". That's why in Daylight she sings, "I used to think love should be burning red, but it's golden". Because love shouldn't be like it was with "Scarfboy", love should feel serene.

[Post-Chorus] Red, red Red, red But loving him was red Red, red Red, red (This is the "vocal part" she was talking about in p. 2 of her journal entry.)

[Verse Two] Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you When she touched him, she knew that he was everything that she has ever wanted. Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song He was easy to learn because he was her favorite topic of discussion. I mean, it's easy to learn a new song when it's by your favorite artist. Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer *Ahem* Not them doing a crossword in the All Too Well Short Film.

But seriously, what she is saying here is that trying to reason with him was like talking to a brick wall. Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong This is so sad, regretting being with him because the love was so strong - so the pain was equally as strong. There are 2 quotes that I think of when I hear this line. The first is from Selena Gomez's song with Coldplay and the lyric is "They say love is only equal to the pain", and then the quote that is at the beginning of the Short Film, "Love is so short, forgetting is so long" by Pablo Neruda.

[Chorus] Losing him was blue like I've never known Missing him was dark gray all alone Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you've never met But loving him was red

[Post-Chorus] Red, Red (oh red) Red, Red Burning Red Red, Red

[Bridge] Remembering him comes from flashbacks and echos Tell myself It's time now gotta let go But moving on from him is impossible When I still see it all in my head In burning red In this whole verse, Taylor is saying is impossible to move on from this guy because she can still see it in memories in her head over and over. Flashbacks of memories, echoes of words and promises - all red.

[Instrumental Break] Burning, it was red

[Chorus] Oh losing him was blue like I've never known Missing him was dark gray all alone Forgetting him was like Trying to know somebody you've never met 'Cause loving him was red

[Post-Chorus] (red, red) yeah, yeah, yeah (red, red) Burning red (red, red) (red, red)

[Breakdown] And that's why he's spinning 'round in my head Comes back to me, burning red

[Outro] His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street