#now I deserve TWO starbucks drinks

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♱⋰ 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾

sypnosis comforting Yunjin after reading the recent hate comments. genre fluff, angst, comfort warnings yall's fucking hate comments to my baby SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS. kissing, crying wc 1.2k

a/n: idgaf if she drank starbucks yall are so stupid cause war isn't gonna stop if people suddenly stop drinking or promoting starbucks. Yall know damn well hybe silences their idols about speaking up anyway. Enjoy reading anywayy ^^

Though the night was one of the peaceful ones, Yunjin’s head rushes with stress and hateful thoughts about herself. Scrolling through the blue bird app, twitter, she was met by everyone sharing their thoughts on the group LE SSERAFIM and they were no good. 

Tears started forming in her brown eyes as she leaned into her chair. Yunjin placed the phone on her table and rubbed her face then her eyes. She puts on her light colored cap and her black glasses. Tears started forming in her brown eyes as she leaned into her chair, letting out a deep exhale. 

She knew the members didn’t do a great job on Coachella during spring, she knew she shouldn’t have drank Starbucks in public, she knew they had to work harder. Death threads were aimed right at her and her members and so did countless fans who stopped stanning them. It’s all her fault she would think. 

She felt worthless, like there was no escape to this reality. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks as she lowered her hat down, hiding her face. Though it hurt like hell, the company silenced not only her but other idols speaking about certain themes, meaning she has to get over this. 

She needed comfort in this chaos, she needed reassurance, she needed you. 

Yunjin didn’t wanna bother you so she didn’t message you to come to her, you must’ve been too busy for her. Inhaling deeply, her nose was clogged with the feeling of sadness. Tears couldn’t stop flowing down her face. She leaned her head to her palms, letting the tears wet the tip of her fingers. 

Suddenly, she hears a knock on the door, afterwards, she hears a familiar voice.

“Yunjin, dear? Can I come in?” you called out on the other side of the door, clearly with a worried tone.

Yunjin’s heart dropped to the sudden noise, she didn’t want you to see her like this—so weak and worthless. Rubbing away the tears and clearing her throat she stands up to take a tissue. “J-just a second.” she spoke up, her shaky voice disclosed her current state making you furrow your eyebrows. You knew her like the other side of your palm, but you didn’t rush her to open the door. 

After a minute or two she lets you in, opening the door slowly. Her white mask and light beige cap covered almost her whole face—except her eyes who were kinda reddish.

You smiled reassuringly. With a steady move you open your arms to pull your girlfriend into a comforting hug. Noticing, she hugged you a bit tighter than usual—you knew she cried. You noticed her nose being filled with heavy breathing and her fidgeting her fingers. 

She let you inside the studio room, letting you close the door as Yunjin dragged the 2nd chair next to hers. “H-how come that you came?” Yunjin managed to mumble out with a little more courage this time, she really didn’t expect you right now. Turning to her, you held your phone in your left hand as you closed the door fully. You smiled once again, “I guess I just missed you.” as you huffed a chuckle. 

You sat down next to Yunjin who stayed quiet at your words, a sniff leaving her nose. “You surprised me, I couldn’t guess if you would–” she avoided your gaze, but you interrupted her. 

“Yunjin,” you start with a serious tone, startling Yunjin. Finally making her face you, you gaze at her until you grasp to take off her mask. “Don’t hide from me, I can see something’s bothering you dear.” you reassure her, holding her hands. “I’m always here for you.” 

Yunjin’s breath hitched as your words broke through the walls she’d been trying to hide in. Her lips trembled, and despite her best efforts, her emotions spilled out in waves. Tears welled up once more in her eyes as her hands clung to yours like a lifeline.

"I-I just..." she stammered, struggling to form her words. "I feel like... I’m not enough. Like I’m letting everyone down. The fans, the members... even you." Her head lowered as she avoided your gaze again, her vulnerability laid bare. “The hate we’re getting is all my fault..If only I,” she stops mid sentence, tears coming once again, that disgusting feeling wandering her mind once again. “If only I was more careful or-” Her voice cracked as well as your heart that ached upon her sadness. 

With no further hesitation you pulled her into a tight hug, not caring if she started bawling her eyes out again. Yunjin buried her head deep into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. “It’s okay, let it all out. I’m not leaving.” you whispered into her ears as she sobbed. 

You two stayed like that for a couple of minutes that felt like an eternity. But it didn’t matter–you just wanted to comfort her and make her sadness fade away. As Yunjin clung to you, her sobs eventually lightened. Gently, you rubbed her back in slow, soothing movements, whispering soft reassurances into her ear. “You don’t have to carry this weight alone, Yunjin. You’ve been so strong and know it’s not your fault.”

Her arms tightened around you, and her voice came in shaky whispers. “I know but...It’s just... so much. I don’t know how to stop feeling like this.” she slightly pulled away from the hug as you gently pulled her to sit on your lap. Staying as close as possible. 

You leaned back in your chair, just enough to look into her soft  teary eyes. With both hands, you cupped her cheeks, your thumbs gently brushing away the tears that still clung to her skin. Her watery eyes met your worried ones. “You really think it’s not my fault? Even with everything... drinking starbucks, lack in singing, the criticism...”

“It’s not your fault,” you said firmly, your tone leaving no space for doubt. “People can be cruel, but that’s on them, not you. You’re human, Yunjin. You make mistakes, but that doesn’t mean you can’t learn from them. You’re so much more than what anyone else says or thinks.”

Yunjin’s lips tightened, but a faint smile began to appear. It was small, but it was there—a spark of hope breaking through. You took her hands in yours again, holding them tightly. “You’re an incredible person, and you’ve achieved so much. Look at everything you’ve done, all the people you’ve inspired. None of that is erased by a bad day or by what others think.”

She nodded slowly, her voice soft but steadier. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you. You always know how to make me feel like... maybe I am enough.”

“You are enough,” you said, your voice unwavering. “To me, to your members, to so many people who love and admire you—you’re more than enough.” 

Yunjin let out a shaky breath, leaning her forehead against yours. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you for being here.”

“Always,” you replied softly, your fingers tracing through hers. “We’ll get through this together.” Once again your eyes met hers. It was a sudden movement but both of you accepted it. 

You pulled Yunjin into a short but comforting kiss, just a sweet little thing to make her smile again. She held your shoulders as your grip on her waist tightened—you’re not letting her go especially in a moment like this. 

“I love you.” Yunjin whispered out with a smile. Grinning back, you chuckled upon her confession. “I love you too, dear.” as you kissed her once again.

[tokoyamisstuff]

Sweet Tooth

Homelander x GN! Reader

Summary: Homelander is a regular customer at your little coffeeshop, visiting anytime he craves something sweet - you, in particular. Warnings: Canon-typical violence, cussing, HL is horny and also a douche Words: 1,575

"Seriously, Y/N? Who the fuck drinks a milkshake at 8am?"

Ah, there he is. You almost got worried because he ran late today.

"What are you, five? Grow the fuck up." That said, the gruff man in front of you pulled out a few loose dollar bills, cheekily slamming them on the counter. "One for me too, please."

You smirk, putting the cup down after slurping it in one go. Ouch, brainfreeze. "Good morning to you too, sunshine."

That's what he likes most about you: Finally someone that can take a fucking joke. People he usually surrounds himself with are either afraid of him, or got a damn stick up their asses.

Communication wasn't really his forte without someone dictating the lines he'd have to say. But with you it came refreshingly easy, that back and forth was so enjoyable that he almost felt human.

"Coming right away" you chant, already busying yourself with the ingredients. "With how often you're ordering this drink, I should name it after you."

Homelander snorts at the well-deserved mockery, unable to keep his mouth shut since you look so adorable when irritated. "As you should, considering I basically fund this place."

"Hey!" you put a warning finger in the air, lighthearted voice earnest now. "I can tolerate a lot, but that's no joking matter."

Okay, the location you were able to afford was neither central nor in a remotely good part of the town. It was so small that there was only space for two tables, and the interior honestly decaying.

But at least it was honest work, and you did the best you could.

"With the new Starbucks across the street I'm basically bancrupt." Oh godfuckingdamnit, he fucked up. Homelander here to unwind, and certainly not to listen to you whining about your insignificant little life.

Maybe Vought should send you a check, though - losing this spot would be annoying.

Initially Homelander came to your café out of sheer coincidence, wanting to calm his nerves after his first encounter with Sister Sage. He took a longer stroll through some shady alleyways, hoping to run into some lowlife to rip apart...

...instead, he found you. A pathetic excuse of business and surely not even remotely close to achieving the American Dream, but whatever.

John had found himself entranced with the cheesy decoration, a desperate attempt to make a place like this feel cozy. He secretly admired people with the ability to make anywhere feel like home.

Well, the menu looked good enough that he decided to treat himself with something sweet as matter of exception - and now it had become part of his daily routine.

Things had just settled like this, with you offering him your sincere company while he'd cryptically vent about anything on his mind.

"Here: For my favourite customer!" you cheered proudly as you presented him the shake. "Made with extra love."

"Secret ingredient, huh? You're just nice to get an extra tip" he tries to hide the insecurity behind a sassy remark, but you instantly parry his claim. "What, why, because you're so generous? Nonsense. You're just lucky you're so cute."

It was no lie, really. John had a rough shell and wore his heart on his tongue, but you appreciated his honesty and the good conversations you shared.

As you were rummaging in the kitchen counter, he couldn't help but notice how you turn down the radio despite continuing to hum the song it was playing. He once told you about having misophonia, and how much he hates modern pop music. You actually listen to him, consider his feelings unlike the imbeciles he's used to.

"Woah, maybe tune it down with the sugar, darling" he thought aloud as you poured yourself a coffe. Damn, he needs to save himself after this one - but the only thing he comes up with sounded more like a backhanded compliment at max. "You're already sweet enough, don't ya think?"

"Charming as always, I see." Your face contorts into a mixture of confusion and amusement at his words, and feeling bold you turn around, giving a provocating slap to your own ass. "As long as the fat goes into the right places."

John bites his bottom lip at the sight of your tight leggings framing your curves too well. Yeah, that'd be a great place to dig his fingers into. Some cushion wouldn't bruise or make you whine if he'd become a little rougher. Shit, his pants feel awfully tight right now.

"You're staring." Seeing him being the flustered one for a change sure was a great feeling, considering that he was very aware of his own good looks. So you decide to get him off the high horse, playfully poking his soft belly. "Also, you're one to talk."

Homelander shifts on the barstool, closing his legs so you wouldn't notice his cock twitching in anticipation at the sudden proximity. God knows how often he had daydreamed about slamming you onto the next best surface and fucking you stupid.

"You really shouldn't be mean to someone that could spit in your drink." He smirks, a predatory glint in his eyes as he leaned forwards until his unfairly handsome face was just inches from yours. "Joke's on you - I'd savour every last drop."

The audacity. You physically fight rolling your eyes at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of reacting. "Sometimes I think you're the most obnoxious person in the world, John."

Liar, he thinks to himself.

Nothing is hidden from his abilities, neither your raised bloodpressure nor the scent of the wet spot forming between your legs. He prided himself on that fact. And yet you stand there all taken aback, trying to play coy. Cute.

Well, it wasn't as if you had no interest in him. He's been coming here for weeks and you're still working up the courage to at least give him your number - but he was so incredibly out of your fucking league that you never considered actually going through with it.

Homelander on the other hand decided he had let the opportunity slip for way too long already. Except for both of you the shop was empty as always, and even if it wasn't he wouldn't care. Hell, he'd already imagined what it would be like pounding you naked against the display window to show every passenger who you'd belong to from now on.

"John, I-"

"Shh" he hushed you, his silencing finger lingering on your lips. You pulled away, just to be caught by a firm hand on the back of your neck. "Tell me if I should stop - but we both know what you want me to do to you."

Oh, he's insufferable.

Honestly, you should just slap him and tell him to go fuck himself - but a primal need had already shut down the rational part of your brain. "Damnit John, will you kiss me now or do I need to fuck that shiteating grin out of your face?"

Shit, what's not to love about you?

"Hands up in the air you two shitheads, this is a robbery!"

Un-fucking-believable.

While you immediately went into panic mode, seeing a weapon up close for the first time in your whole life, John nonchalantly leaned against the counter, an aggravated groan escaping his throat. "Dude, worst fucking timing."

"John, don't provoke him-" He threw a hand up in the air, signalizing you to be quiet. "Stay behind and let me handle this, sweetheart."

You nod quietly, John shielding you with his body as you shakily paced behind the counter. A shot was fired and you shrieked at the sound, apparently the criminal wasn't exactly patient or he just didn't like your customer's tone.

"John! God John, are you alri-" Your words got caught in your throat as you saw the shell fall to the ground. Must be the adrenaline clouding your view, but there seemed to be not a scratch on his body. He winks cockily at you before turning around, using the lasers in his eyes to make a quick end to this before you'd involuntarily get caught into the crossfire.

"So, is the drink on the house or what?" The hero jokes unfazed after just having spread literal brain matter on your tiles.

You were still trembling when he squatted in front of your cowering self, reassuringly patting your back. This shit is like second nature to him, and sadly the little empathy he possessed had dulled over time. "I told you to stay down, silly."

As soon as you've calmed down to a certain extend, you pulled your savior's baseball cap from his head, revealing disheveled blonde hair.

"Are you the fucking Homelander?!"

"Can't deny that after what you've just witnessed" he answers truthfully, offering you a hand to get up. "Took you long enough to figure out, though."

Your strained pants turned into hysterical laughter, probably due to the shock. "I-I honestly have no words."

That means he wins today's banter, he jubilates internally. You could've been a little more thrilled about the reveal of his identity, though - but hey, you can show him your gratitude later on.

"Thank you, I guess." You finally release the breath you were holding, tension leaving your body as you collapsed into his arms. Police sirens could already be heard fast approaching. "I- could you please bring me home after the investigation is over?"

"Sure" he tries to hide his excitement, cradling your exhausted self against his chest. "If you don't mind, I'll take you to go."

[maudie-duan]

Series Summary: For nearly two years, Harry has been fighting to keep his relationship with Olivia afloat. At what point do you make a choice to either endure or let the strain of the world defeat his ambitious hopes of a lasting relationship? Or will a single night and a fleeting encounter be enough to change the projection of Harry’s path? Maybe our ‘Mystery Girl,’ Shiloh, will happen to be in the right place at the right time.

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A/N- Shout to all the kind support I got for Part l!

Tag List: @sassamanda77 @babegoalsreads @howling-wolf97 @palmettogal508 @indierockgirrl

Word Count: 2K

Warning: Strong Language, Major Angst, Eventual Smut, Emotional.

I knew my time in Italy would be short. There was so much to cram into three days and barely enough time to do it. The second we got off the plane was a whirlwind, and in less than 24 hours, I was already sitting front row at a Gucci Cruise Show, slowly losing my mind with the chaos and excitement it brought. 

An illusive fever dream—I sat exhausted, staggering between the reality of it all, attempting and failing to shake my jetlag—delirium blooming into the worst case of imposter syndrome I think I’ve ever had to face head-on. It felt like I was playing dress-up in some rich woman’s closet. Except it was the complete opposite—There I was, sitting in a costume-beaded dress, thinking, I better not fuck this up, it was annoying because who cared what I—a nobody—was doing? The room was filled with high-profile people; I was just lucky to be there.

I won’t lie and say the show wasn’t a big deal—My best friend was originally going to join me, but she was probably still crouching over the toilet back at the villa, trying to figure out where the hell she got food poisoning, leaving me to survive on my own—I was alone. I felt like an idiot wearing sunglasses in a dark room, but my anxiety was through the roof. I didn’t want anyone to notice if I was staring or draw attention to myself in any way. I had already accumulated enough compliments on my dress that all I wanted was to run and hide; I don’t do well with compliments.

—let me just say fangirling is real, and while my career has somehow morphed into me dealing with celebrities, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m a big fan of most, a majority of the time.

What made things worse was every time I slumped in my chair, the dress would pinch my ass, so I had to sit upright, super straight, making me feel more rigid than I already felt. All I wanted was to relax in the moment and give it the gratitude it deserved, but instead, I found myself counting down the minutes, waiting for the chance to stand, move around—and breathe.

I didn’t go straight to the afterparty. Of course, I did the appropriate thing and found the furthest bathroom from the party and called Annelise—My best friend—Who by now was tucked away in bed, feeling closer to human than she did before I walked out the door. 

“Dude, I can’t believe you’re there. It’s like it doesn’t feel real to be in Italy…granted, I’ve been sick most of it—” Annie says as I wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder to wash my hands.

“But still, like you’re really doing this. This is a big fucking deal,” she adds, and she’s right; this is a big deal, and I’ve been trying to play it cool all night. 

I lean forward, trying to touch up my lipstick, “This is a big deal for ALL of us. You’re just as much a part of this as I am. Without you and Kevin, I would probably still be working at Starbucks, cringing every time someone asked for cold foam on a fucking hot drink—”

“Why do people do that?” I ask, “Don’t they know that that shit curdles? Do they even know what curdle means? Just ask for whip cream, dammit; it’s literally the same thing…and it’s free.”

She laughs into the phone, “No, seriously…and the audacity for them to throw a fit when you try and explain that to them. It’s like, Dude, I’m on your side…” 

“No, exactly! It’s like fuck you, then. I hope your stomach hurts later, Asshole.” We both laugh, enjoying that last bit a little too much.

Somehow, this seems to calm me down—the normalcy it brings. I’m trying not to stare at myself too long in the mirror. I know the longer I stare, the more I’ll pick myself apart. “I don’t want to go back…” I breathe into the phone, a nervous surge climbing, and I look down at my phone to check the time.

“Dude, we’ve been talking for almost thirty minutes. I should probably get this over with,” I say.

“You’ve got this, Shi—” she starts.

“Yes, SHY is exactly how I feel!” I blurt out.

She exhales, “Shiloh, you’re the most personable person I know. Just go in there and pretend like you’re working. Be in “go mode.” And if you see the love of my life, text me right away!”

“I thought Kevin was the love of your life?” I question.

“I think you can have more than one love in life—” she explains, “Kevin is my current love—”

“Kevin is your ONLY love,” I emphasize, leaning against the counter and flinch when the dress pinches my ass cheek, and I’m upright in a matter of seconds. 

“Okay, Kevin is my ONLY love, but Harry Styles was my FIRST love.”

I roll my eyes, glancing at myself one last time in the mirror, trying to hype myself up, “Oh god, Dude, I forgot about your obsession with him. I’m still not sure I’m seeing the draw—”

“Shiloh, I’ve tried to explain this to you a million times…” She has that tone like she’s about to lecture me, and I quickly cut her off. I’ve heard her reasoning so many times now. I totally missed the ‘One Direction Era,’ so I don’t think I’ll ever get it, or at least not on a level that I can connect with. Not with the enthusiasm and passion she holds for one single human—She’s hopelessly devoted, and I can respect that. I felt the same way about Leonardo DiCaprio the first time I saw him in Romeo and Juliet. My thirteen-year-old brain burned his face to memory. Now, no matter how old he gets, I’ll only ever see him as that—The blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy of my dreams.

“I won’t be that girl that takes a picture to send to her friends…that’s too weird for me…” I tell her.

“I would never ask…just tell me exactly what he’s wearing. If you get close enough, breathe him in for me, and if his pants are hugging…you know…PLEEEASE tell me if it’s as big as it looks in pictures. I swear he’s packing heat, Dude.” She pleads. 

I shake my head, even though I know she can’t see me, “You have no fucking shame, Annie. I will not be objectiving some dude.” I laugh, “Plus, you’ve trained me well, and I haven’t seen him yet. But I promise you’ll be the first to know.”

***

It took me two drinks to relax. At first, I stuck close to Alessandro because he was the one who invited me, and he carried the conversation as if it wasn’t a big deal that I was monopolizing his time. Eventually, people began to interrupt us—understandably, since he was technically the guest of honor; this was his show, after all— As I made my way to get a third drink, I debated whether it was a good idea. But perhaps this was one of those “go big or go home” moments, and everyone else seemed to be well on their way to getting drunk.

That was when I spotted him across the room—Harry Styles—My best friend’s dream man, and seeing him was a strange rush of familiarity, like deja vu, like I had already been here at this very moment in time—This was the part of my life I couldn’t wrap my brain around: the realization that celebrities are real people. It’s hard to explain the surreal feeling of coming face to face with someone who was usually projected as a larger-than-life figure. But, once you have a real conversation, you realize they’re just as human as you, like worrying if they have food stuck in their teeth. At least, that was my thought when I ran into Stevie Nicks while she was getting some hors d’oeuvres, and she asked that very question.

And so this is what my night turned into. I exchanged somewhat meaningful conversations with people and enjoyed myself more than I would have imagined. The weirdest part about the evening was somehow Harry had become my focal point; it was like every time I looked up, he was somewhere in my line of sight—and I don’t mean like, He’s so hot, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him—Not that he’s not hot—it was more of a weird energetic pull, and the more I watched him, the more I noticed a gentleness about him. The way that he interacted with people. How his kindness infiltrated every conversation, he seemed to get hooked into. 

It was as if he were the most famous person in the room, and everyone wanted a piece of him—I avoided him at all costs and the draw of his presence, which became more apparent as the night stretched on, sucking me in like I had no choice. Yet, there was comfort in it, and although he didn’t know me, we had a commonality; that was my best friend, and maybe that was the draw, after all, that he reminded me of her. So the rest of the night, any time I felt myself getting overwhelmed or drifting inward. I would find him in the room and find my center.

I found myself getting attached to the idea that he was becoming my lifeline for the evening. I know I sound completely ridiculous, but it’s a feeling I couldn’t describe even if I tried. Maybe I could say it was all the stories that Annie had filled my head with, but seeing him in person was different. I was beginning to see the attraction that everyone had. 

This continued, and eventually, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I must have stolen a thousand glances in Harry’s direction, but not one time did I catch his eye, nor was I trying—plus, I was being extra careful because I didn’t want his girlfriend, who was glued to his side, to see me. I couldn’t think of a worse feeling than being “another girl staring at her man,” I don’t know how she was doing it. So many people were bidding for his time, stealing pictures. Several times, I saw her pushed to the wayside, holding a desperate scowl; she wasn’t good at hiding.

I couldn’t imagine what it was like to date a “heartthrob.”—Well—I do, actually. I dated this guy right before he got his breakout role. This kind of put me on the map the more people consumed him. The collateral damage was that it upped my rising following when they found out his “cute influencer” girlfriend was likable.

I guess, in a way, I know that feeling, and I learned a lot from that experience and how I would navigate any relationship moving forward, whether they’re famous or not—In a way, I pitted her. She looked miserable. She didn’t leave his side all night, but something about it didn’t feel authentic. It felt forced, almost performative even, and as I glanced up to get another look, they were both looking at me. 

My brain went blank, and my first reaction was to avoid making eye contact with Harry. So I did the most natural thing and gave the girlfriend the attention. My instinct was to compliment her dress, and that’s what I did. 

Before, I could allow my panic to seize the moment. I turned away as smoothly as possible, heart hammering in my chest, and bolted to the bathroom to call Annie. When I got back, Harry was on stage with Stevie singing ‘Landslide.’ I hung toward the back in case I cried because who could hear this song and not relate to it in some way? Not feel the weight of the emotion when you realize how fleeting life truly is.

Then Harry started singing, and my stomach dropped. The words soared through me like a gust of wind, chills running up my arms to the tips of my ears. I couldn’t pinpoint the feeling as the room grew smaller as my cheeks warmed. I felt like he was calling me out; my body heating with it, like hearing each word for the first time, and when he pulled away from the mic, his voice choking up, and I thought I would lose it right then and there—but then Olivia was pushing past me, the faint light catching her tear-stricken face. My gaze followed as she stormed out the doors and into the hallway. 

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[bobawitch]

Birthday Wishes | M.S

a/n: just a little fluffy situation where reader thinks her bday will go unnoticed but matt plans a little date

cw: some mild angst/abandonment issues, fluff

wc: 883

Birthdays were never an anticipated event for you. Most of your birthdays sucked in full honesty. Like your 15th birthday, sitting with your friends when you heard a loud slam. You quickly ran downstairs, your friends standing at the edge of the stairs to gather the situation. You were met with the sight of your mother in tears, soon you heard the engine of your step dad's truck pulling out and leaving. Safe to say that birthday was assuredly ruined. That was only the tip of the shitty birthday iceberg, honestly you barely even celebrate it anymore. Sometimes you’ll get a free drink or two from a bar or cafe but never a party. That brings you to today, your 21’st birthday. You had gotten a free coffee from Starbucks and now you had settled into your couch and put on a movie. The sky had grown dark and you were cozied in a blanket with one of your boyfriend’s hoodies. And speaking of your boyfriend your phone buzzed. You picked up the phone and paused your movie before speaking. “Hey Matt, what’s up babe?” “Come outside we’re going on a trip.” “Hm? Matt I’m in sweats I-” “Don’t worry, you don't need to be dressed up for this.” You sighed, he had that kind of tone that you knew if you didn’t come outside he’d march in and bring you out on his shoulder.

With this in mind you put on the smallest amount of makeup and changed into a better hoodie before walking outside. There stood Matt Sturniolo, your boyfriend of 8 months. You smiled and walked up to him and hugged him. He huffed out a laugh before wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing. “Hey babydoll. You look cute.” You smiled, looking up at him and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks love, you look as handsome as ever.” He chuckled and patted your head before grabbing your hand. “Ok ok come on, I have a surprise for you.” He spoke softly as he walked you to the car, opening the door for you like he always did. “Ooo, I’m excited. Random surprises all for me.” Matt smiled as he began to drive. Overall it was a pretty calm drive, Matt had a few moments of brief road rage before calming down. Soon the two of you were in an empty field outside of the city. 

“Y’know Matt this is a really good place to kill me haha.” You joked before turning to him. “Maybe that’s what I’m doing. You’d never see it coming.” You laughed at Matt’s comment before stepping out of the car and looking around. Matt followed you out of the car before walking to the trunk of the car and pulling out a big blanket and a basket filled with food? You looked over at Matt and he smiled. “Happy Birthday babydoll.” Your face quickly blossomed into a dark blush and you felt tears pricking your eyes. You moved over to your boyfriend and quickly hugged him, letting a few tears fall down your cheeks. You grasped onto his hoodie tightly and let happy tears stream down your face. “Thank you..” You mumbled into his chest before he pulled you off him. “Of course baby. You deserve to be celebrated.” He then grabbed your hand and pulled you out in front of the car. He laid down the blanket and set the basket down. It was filled to the brim with all of your favorite snacks and even your favorite soda. You sat down on the blanket and basically tackled Matt to the ground, laying on top of him and peppering kisses all over his face.

“What’d I do to deserve you.” You mumbled between frantic kisses. Matt giggled, gripping onto your hips as you cuddled into him. “Ok ok ok baby baby I brought you out here to stargaze not be attacked.” You flicked his nose at that comment before resting your head against his chest. “This is perfect, I love it.” Slowly you rolled over so you could look up at the sky. Matt wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to his side. You moved to grab a bag of chips, opening them and offering some to Matt. You both sat in near silence before you set the chips down and looked up at Matt. “I thought you forgot about my birthday.” Matt quickly turned his head to you, shock edged deep in his gentle features. “What? Baby I would never forget your birthday. I put it on my next 3 calendars the second you told me.” Something about his words just healed a part of your heart. You pulled Matt in by his cheek, pressing your lips to his in a deep passionate kiss. Matt kissed back, shifting to hold you closer to him. When he finally pulled back he stared into your eyes, tucking some stray hair away from your face. “I love you so much Y/N, happy birthday my love.” You smiled and pushed your fingers into his hair pulling him back into another kiss. “I love you too Matthew.” You pressed another kiss to his cheek before laying down again. “This is the best birthday ever.” “Only the best for my girl.”

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The Big Bad Wolf - Chapter Two: Ordinary Life - Bigby Wolf x fem!human!reader

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(Y/n) woke up earlier that day. She couldn't sleep properly. Maybe because she fell asleep more on the couch rather than in her bed, every night trying to finish project after project, followed by hours spent scrolling numerous "how to organize your life" videos on TikTok - which, in her opinion, were bullshit.

Not that she never tried to stick to something: wake up, make bed, brush your teeth, go to gym, go to work, come back from work, eat, sleep… For her, it was refreshing to stick to something. To have one of those planned lives, where everything was just right.

Wake up.

The feeling of drinking your coffee as you watched the city, slowly writing down whatever you have to do for the day.

Go to work.

When you notice your paycheck came in. You rush to the mall, buying yourself something nice because you deserve it, right?

Sleep.

It truly is a beautiful…

Wake up.

… amazing…

Go to work…

… productive…

Sleep.

… maybe sometimes lonely…

Repeat.

… Life.

But as mentioned, (Y/n) woke up earlier that day. But not entirely because she didn't sleep well and her back hurt like Hell. And definitely not because she wanted to do some yoga before work.

(Y/n) woke up that early because she felt… lost. Captive. Because what is life if you don't get to live, right? What is life if nothing ever happens, leaving you rot in a pile of blankets while watching TV Series, hoping that something, anything exciting would eventually happen to you too.

So, she messaged her three best girlfriends: "How about we go out tonight?" Not something that happened often, so obviously she expected them to say yes.

(Y/n) tried to change something. Feel something. Be different than she usually was. She was so proud about the bolder makeup she did that day, following a tutorial on YouTube and almost crying three times because her eyeliner was not symmetrical and she was running out of time. She wore a new kind of outfit, inspired by the many hours spent while scrolling on Pinterest. She felt bold, invincible even… until she walked in front of the mirror… and she didn't look much different… But she remembered that Chinese proverb she read the other day on Facebook: "A journey to… something big begins with only one step" or… something similar.

Her eyes fell on the bottle of perfume she received on her last birthday. She used to like her old one, probably one of the reasons she never touched this one in the first place. But today was big. Today was different. Today she was a differe-

"New perfume?"

She looked at him, the elevator seemingly stopping somewhere in between the 5th and the 4th floor. "You… noticed?" Her hearbeat stopped, even if it was just for a moment, she already felt like she has been dead for years. "It's not… too much, right?" Maybe she went a little overboard with the change. Maybe she should've only used three puffs, instead of five. Now it was a painful death.

"No, no." Good. She was alive again. "But you can't fool this nose. It's nice, really." Scratch that. She was dead again, but a nice death this time. Like Juliet's… Wait, no. No, that wasn't that nice. "Covers the Marlboro scent just right."

Play it cool. "Thanks. I hope it will last more than half an hour tho." Bigby smiled. She smiled back. It went smooth, she told herself.

She was so happy that she even bought herself a coffee from Starbucks that day at work, because she deserves it. It didn't matter that it was twice the price of her usual coffee. It felt good. She felt good.

She knew that whenever you wish for something, someone works hard out there in the Universe, so you could at least get a quarter of what you wished for.

But maybe… that day… someone worked a little bit… too hard.

Not because her hair looked better than usual or because a guy flirted with her at the bar and she actually flirted back… at least for 3 minutes until he became a creep.

No.

Because she didn't expect her day to finish in the way it did. In a way that maybe, no one's day should finish.

She froze as the sound of cracking bones echoed in the dark alley, his hands elongating into claws. "Big… Bigby?" she asked, in fear, watching as the man turned into a 8 feet monster, his yellow eyes glowing as he glanced at her. His breathing turned guttural, each exhale a growl that sent a shiver down her spine.

Well… maybe the perfume lasting longer than half an hour really was the highlight of the day.

The Johnson's Apartment The Woodland Building 🕓Same day, 4:32 PM

"Shit," Bigby muttered as the stench of blood hit him the moment he opened the door. It was faint but unmistakable, mingling with the suffocating odours of mold, rotten food, and stale air. His heightened senses made the decay almost unbearable. "This place has not been touched in a while, huh..." he murmured, stepping cautiously inside.

Bigby entered the kitchen, half eaten rotten food sitting untouched on the table. Hesitantly, he opened the oven, revealing a mould-covered chicken that made his stomach churn despite everything he’d seen over the years. "Whatever happened here, it happened fast."

As he approached the couple's bedroom, the smell of blood intensified, a sharp metallic tang that made his pulse quicken. Pushing the door open, his eyes immediately locked on the dark red pool near the bed. “Fuck,” he muttered, crouching to inspect it.

Nearby, a black cat lay dead, its body grotesquely mangled, with flies already buzzing around. Bigby turned his head slightly, a hint of pity crossing his usually hardened expression. "This must’ve been the cat (Y/n) mentioned…" he whispered. Bigby approached the window, inspecting it first before opening it, fresh air filling the room.

As he turned, he noticed a phone on the unmade bed. "Weird... Don't think I've ever seen these mundies leaving without their phones..." He pressed the power button, but the screen remained dark. Dead battery.

His mind churned with theories. Maybe they ran. Maybe they had something to hide. But there were no signs of forced entry—no broken windows, no busted locks. What could have driven them to leave so abruptly?

Bigby was pacing around the living room when he noticed drops of blood underneath the coffee table. As he kneeled, he found a knife, splattered with blood. Carefully, he took it in his hand, sniffling it briefly. "Mundy blood..." Abusive husband? The wife tried to defend herself? His mind was a mess at the multitude of possibilities.

An abusive fight? Self-defense? The scenarios spiralled in his head. He set the knife down on the table, his gaze drifting to framed photographs lining the walls. The couple smiled brightly in every shot, a picture of normalcy. But Bigby knew better. Smiles could hide a thousand sins.

As he was preparing to leave, he noticed a black piece of clothing, crumpled near the couch. He grabbed it, analyzing it for a bit, before he rushed to the couple's closet. He picked a random piece of clothing from both of them, comparing the scents. "It's not..." he said as he took another sniff. "It doesn't belong to them..."

The thought clicked into place like a puzzle piece sliding into the wrong picture, but it made too much sense to ignore. His jaw tightened.

“They didn’t run,” he said, gripping the fabric. "They were taken."

Fabletown Business Office The Woodland Building 🕓7:04 PM

The Fable residents of the Woodlands gathered in the Office, their displeased whispers growing into a low rumble that gnawed at Bigby's patience.

"Snow," he muttered, leaning closer to catch her attention. "Maybe we should've kept this under wraps for now." The irritation in his tone was impossible to miss.

Snow crossed her arms but met his gaze evenly. "It's the only way we might find more clues."

"No. These people don't even glance at a mundy, let alone talk to them. We should've gone straight to (Y/n). She was one of the last people to see the Johnsons. They might’ve told her something."

Snow sighed, her composure slipping slightly. "And we will. But first, we need to ensure—"

"—It wasn’t a Fable," Bigby cut in, the possibility too large to dismiss, even if Snow seemed unwilling to consider it.

"I don’t believe it is," she countered, her voice steady. "But if it were, keeping the mundies out of our affairs is even more critical."

Bigby’s face betrayed his skepticism, but before he could argue, Snow stepped forward and addressed the murmuring crowd.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your day, but as you’ve heard, a mundy couple living in this building has gone missing—"

"So what?" Gren growled, leaning lazily against the wall. "We’re here to celebrate?"

Snow inhaled sharply. "I don’t think—"

"I'm sorry, Miss White," Bluebeard interrupted, his voice oozing with sarcasm. "But since when is a mundy’s wellbeing our responsibility? I thought their presence here was just a way to milk them for rent while keeping our payments tolerable."

"They live among us, Bluebeard. Of course, we need to look after them," Bigby snapped, his irritation bubbling closer to the surface.

"And what do you plan to do about it, Sheriff?" Gren spat, pushing off the wall. His tone dripped with derision. "Do you think we care? If you ask me, whoever got rid of them deserves a round of applause."

"That’s enough," Beast interjected, stepping forward with his palms raised. "Let’s calm down."

Gren shrugged him off. "No, I won’t shut up! This place was ours first. We let the mundies in to keep the rent down, and now they’re our problem? Dead or alive, I couldn’t care less. And you," he sneered, pointing at Bigby, "maybe if you care so much about them, you should go live with them. I’ve seen the way you look at that bitch, (Y/n)—"

"I dare you to say that again," Bigby growled, stepping closer, his fists clenched.

"That’s enough!" Snow’s voice cut through the rising tension like a whip. All eyes turned to her as she stood firm. "Like it or not, the mundies’ presence helps us live more comfortably. If they disappear, there will be questions—questions we don’t want."

"She’s right," Beauty added timidly. "If the mundies vanish, the police will get involved, and—"

"That’s what you care about?" Bigby barked, his disbelief palpable.

"What else is there to care about?" Bluebeard shot back.

"How about the fact that two innocent people might’ve been kidnapped or killed?"

"Bigby..." Snow warned, her voice low but insistent.

"They live in our fucking building!" Gren spat.

Bigby turned on him, his anger simmering just below the surface. "Maybe if they knew what kind of monsters lived here, they wouldn’t have moved in. But guess what—they don’t."

Without waiting for a reply, Bigby strode toward the door, his steps heavy with frustration.

"Bigby!" Snow called after him, but he didn’t stop.

"I’ll figure out what happened myself," he said, pausing just long enough to glance back at the room. His voice dropped, cold and venomous. "And if I find out any of you had a hand in it, I’ll throw you down the Witching Well myself."

The door slammed behind him, leaving the room in stunned silence.

The Dead Rabbit Financial District, Lower Manhattan 🕓Late...

"Wait, so you really like the guy?" Lhea asked (Y/n) as the waiter brought them a new row of drinks.

"Hey, I've seen him and he's actually hot, ok?" Brenda intervened, while the third girl, Anne, was too busy looking at her phone. "Anne, you still talking to that prick?" Anne put the phone down for a moment, the others already knowing the answer. "He talks to like five other girls!"

"Yeah but... Look, it's just for fun, ok? Nothing serious!" Anne said in her defense, making Brenda roll her eyes.

"Anyway, tell me (Y/n)! You didn't tell me the jacket story!" Lhea said excitedly.

"It's nothing really. We were just smoking and he gave me his jacket because it was cold..."

"He wants to fuck you," Brenda said casually, making them all chuckle at her bluntness.

"No, he doesn't!" (Y/n) said, still laughing slightly. "Why can't someone be just nice?"

"Because they're men." Brenda continued, clearly approved by Lhea.

"Guys, it's not true," Anne said, a serious look on her face. "You know, guys are not always after fucking something... When I met Jacob, he was really sweet without trying to get into my pants."

"Yeah and then he cheated on you. I thought we stopped mentioning Jacob." Lhea protested.

"I'm just saying!!" she turned to face (Y/n), a genuine smile on her face. "Look, if this guy is as nice as you say, maybe you should just follow your heart."

"You sound like a fortune cookie, Anne." Brenda joked as Anne sighed.

"Jacob used to say that too…" she muttered, prompting a collective groan from the group.

"But hey..." Brenda continued, her eyes meeting (Y/n)'s. "If you like him, maybe you should give him a chance... Who knows? After all, as far as you've told us, he's the only one who's not a dickhead in that building."

(Y/n) smiled slightly. "Yeah... It kind of sucks really... I'm glad we got to talk. People there are... weird."

"Mm, I get it!" Lhea said, her mouth full of tiramisu. "I once had a neighbour who was like OBSESSED with me!"

"I remember that creep!" Anne intervened. "One time, when I visited Lhea, he followed me to the subway."

The girls laughed, and for the first time in what felt like ages, (Y/n) felt lighter. But as the clock ticked closer to midnight, the reality of an early morning loomed.

As she exited the bar, (Y/n)'s heels echoed on the street. The subway wasn't far away, so she decided it would be better to walk, rather than get a cab. It wasn't the first time she's been in these parts of the city, so it didn't seem like a bad idea.

The dim streetlights cast long, flickering shadows, and the distant hum of the city felt muted, as though the night itself held its breath. But as she walked, a weird feeling engulfed her. She felt uneasy, alone in the dark streets. With a sigh, she stopped, fishing for her phone in her purse to call an Uber, when voices drew her attention.

At first, they seemed muffled, but still violent, making her feel vulnerable. She quickly dropped her location to the Uber and retreated in an alley, trying not to draw much attention towards her. The Uber was 8 minutes away, so she didn't have to wait long.

But suddenly, as she was getting ready to call her mom so she could at least feel less alone, the voices drew her attention.

"Fucking, wolf..." a voice said, making (Y/n) turn in their direction. She saw two men. They seemed short and chubby, walking towards her. 5 minutes she thought as she looked on her phone.

She knew the driver would see her in case something happened, so she tried to stay calm, not wanting to draw their attention.

"Hey, doll, whatcha doin'?" one asked as they both chuckled. (Y/n)'s palms were sweaty as she watched the Uber's location. It wasn't far. Maybe if she just ignored them...

"Helloo??" The other one asked. She hesitantly looked up at them, as they approached. "We asked you a question, doll. What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" he sneered, his grin wide enough to make her stomach churn.

(Y/n) saw them. They looked... weird. She cleared her throat, trying to play it cool. "I'm... I'm good."

"Look, idiot! You scared her!" the man said, as he cleared his throat. "Excuse my associate here." he leaned on the wall next to her. "He doesn't know how to speak to pretty women... Only spoke to ogres before."

"Fuck you, man!"

(Y/n) could practically see the Uber, but...

"So, would you like to join us to a drink or something? We're actually good company."

"I'm in a hurry." (Y/n) said, hoping that might make them change their minds.

"In a hurry? But sugar, why? We have all night, really." he said as he tried to grab her by the hand. Letting out of a scream, (Y/n) reached for the pepper spray in her pocket, spraying it into the man's face as he screamed. "Fuck! Get her, Dum!"

The other man ran after her. She stumbled and fell, dropping the pepper spray as the man gripped her by the coat. "You whore!"

"Hey!" a familiar voice echoed in the alley, making both of the men stay back. (Y/n) looked, shocked to see Bigby approaching. "Get your fucking hands off her!"

"Easy now, Bigby." Dum said with a smirk. "If you wanted a taste too, you should've said. We can share her, you know?" (y/n) froze when she saw the man pulling out a gun. "Easy now, dog. You don't want to eat bullets tonight, right?"

"I will not repeat myself-" Bigby tried to say, only to be cut off by a sharp pain in his abdomen, the sound of the shot covering (Y'n)'s scream.

"Bigby!" She screamed, feeling herself getting yanked by the other one.

"Don't worry, sugar! He's gonna be ju-" the man froze, a low growl rolling through the alley like distant thunder. The air around him seemed to ripple as Bigby's form expanded, clothes tearing at the seams. His hands twisted into claws, and his teeth glinted like daggers under the streetlamp. Her breath hitched as her brain struggled to reconcile the man she knew with the monster before her.

"Big... Bigby?" she whispered, crawling away, her back hitting the cold wall. His yellow orbs met hers, sending a shiver down her spine. He suddenly jumped towards the man who touched her, hitting him hard enough for him to fly across the alley. Another loud shot made her ears ring, Bigby's skin being pierced by yet another bullet.

"Stay back, wolf!"

(Y/n)'s attention was caught by the screen of her phone that lit up, the notification that her Uber was there. A muffled "Run!" rang in her ears, when a sudden rush of adrenaline made her jump towards the street.

She quickly opened the door of the Uber, getting inside. "Drive! Drive!" she ordered, as the man floored it, too scared by her unsettling behaviour.

Her heart raced and her mind was still fuzzy, occasionally looking back, making sure they weren't followed. The driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror, his eyes wide with concern. “What the hell happened back there?”

"Just... take me to The Woodland, please." She said, the driver not daring to ask any more questions. She clutched her knees, her mind racing. The adrenaline was fading, leaving behind a crushing weight of unanswered questions.

[yrsdf]

Hi! I don't see a masterlist so idk if you've done this before. Can you pls do König HCs? Can be fluff and/ smut. Thanks!!

((i just made a masterlist! thank you <3))

how  i see konig with a  - petite!fem

Always has a hand around you whether that be around your waist gripping ever so slightly, or pressed against the small of your back rubbing softly up and down when you guys are walking, sometimes he’ll have a hand planted on your ass, especially if he knows people are looking

He knows his presence scares away any male trying to make a move on you, for instance, you two went on a date for the first time in awhile since he had just gotten back from his long mission, it was a fancy date night, you wore a tight fitted red dress with a slit up to about upper thigh, and he wore your average black tux but with a balaclava on to mask his identity.

He went off to the restroom leaving you at your table, you sipped at your wine as a male approached you, making cocky remarks on how he wouldn't leave you like konig would, and after a few moments of the uncomfortable flirting konig stood behind the man, towering over him and you made eye contact with konig, which made the man turn around

The man was quick to apologize and walk away cowering in fear as konig sat down across from you. “so sorry engel…im here to protect you always..” he reached across the table and held your hand brushing his thumb over your knuckles and making it known he was here

When it came to the waiter ordering food he ordered what you wanted for you, he was aware you didn't prefer public speaking so he always took care of that.

Konig always made it known you were his, pictures littered his social media of his large hand wrapped around your jaw, waist, and neck and placed upon your thigh just to show everyone who saw it, who you belonged to

When going to bed he mumbles how your his and how he could never ever possibly lose you, he always took care of you, made sure you were safe and rarely out of sight, occasionally he peeks his head into the bathroom making sure you're okay in the shower.

whenever it snows konig makes sure you look like a burrito before going anywhere, he shovels a path just for you so your feet don't get freezing cold, he makes sure to immediately take you to starbucks or dunkin, ordering you your favorite hot drink so you can stay warm, he even keeps blankets in his car for when your cold.

In your closet in your shared apartment he only keeps hoodies in it because he lets you have the closest to yourself, he's aware how much space you like for your clothes so he keeps his clothing in a dresser, since his style is simplistic and he has a lot less clothing he found it pointless to store his clothes in there (he knows how much you LOVE his hoodies)

He pays for EVERY MEAL and refuses to have you pay for anything, you don't even need a job it wouldn't matter to him because he can and promises to always be there to take care of you because it's what you've always deserved

When he's not home and on missions he gets gifts delivered to your shared apartment CONSTANTLY flowers,chocolate,doordash, anything you like he makes sure it shows up on that doorstep with a little letter full of his sweet words, and sloppy handwriting that you can't help but love.

When it comes to sex he isn't submissive…ever he kills, he's a killing machine with a cold persona and a grueling background, and he sees you in the moment of heat as his toy, his plaything

Now granted he has his softness!dom moments, he will take care of you, he will give you release every time but not if you tell him to.

If you get demanding, or pushy he'll deny every orgasm until you are almost limp.

[starry-hughes]

say the word, and i'm there

luke hughes x reader

summary: luke will be there for you, no matter what

requested: yes! i hope you like it!

You love Luke. You really do. But sometimes, he just upsets you a little too much. Balancing hockey, college, and a relationship would prove hard in some situations. Luke had been stressed before the fight. He was tired of answering questions about when he was leaving for New Jersey. He was struggling in his stats class. The last thing he needed was a reminder that he had missed your six-month anniversary. 

Understandably, you tried not to be upset about it. You knew how much stress Luke was under. You would hate to add to that. But it did hurt you a little that he missed it. It all came to a head after a particularly bad practice for Luke. The two of you were in his car, sitting at a stoplight, light talk about dinner. 

Luke’s hair was still dripping water from his quick shower. He was taking you to dinner to apologize for missing your anniversary, but the restaurant was closed. “Luke, we can just pick somewhere else,” you mumbled. “I feel like you’re pissed with me still,” he responded. “I told you it was fine.” 

“I’ve been thinking that maybe we need a break,” he blurted. Your heart hurt as soon as the words left his mouth. “What?” your voice shook. “I can’t give you all my love when I have so much going on. And you deserve much more than what I’m giving you,” he explained. Your chin wobbled, “Lu, it’s fine. I think we’re just both stressed out right now, but it’s okay. We’re okay.”

He shook his head, “Please. Just a break. I still love you all the same, but I have so much going on. We can reevaluate or whatever in like a week.” Luke drove you home in silence. It killed him when he would catch you wiping tears from your cheeks. “I’m not breaking up with you, I just need some space,” he reminded you as you left the car. 

Space was exactly was Luke didn’t need at the moment. He was suffering without you. He didn’t realize how much he would miss you. He missed the smell of your shampoo on his pillow and your nightly texts. The only text you two had exchanged since you left his car that night was you telling him good luck on his upcoming game. 

No one knew what was going on until Mackie walked into the living room and hit the back of Luke’s head. Many of the boys from the team were at the house. “What the hell man?” Luke rubbed the back of his head. “I just ran into (Y/N)’s roommate at Starbucks. She said that (Y/N) is a heartbroken mess after you asked for a break.” Luke wished he could sink into the couch and disappear. “We’re just working through stuff,” Luke grumbled. 

It wasn’t until the weekend that Luke heard from you. The house was empty except for him. The team had won the game that night and was out partying. Luke wasn’t feeling in a party mood, especially after seeing you missing from the game. 

Your roommate barged into your room, barking at you to get ready for a party. “Luke is going to be there,” you whined as she threw some clothes at you. “And? You need to leave this room and get out to have fun!” she defended. The two of you got ready for the party before departing in an Uber. 

It was fun for a while. You had spent a little bit looking for Luke, trying not to be disappointed when you didn’t see him anywhere. Many of the boys came to talk to you and ask how you were doing. “I’ll be back!” Mark shouted over the music to you. The two of you had been standing on the wall talking. You probably should have paced yourself with your drinks. Your roommate had just kept shoving drinks into your hand, and you were finishing them faster than you realized. 

“Hi.” Someone slid into the gap that Mark had left next to you. “Hi,” you greeted. “Here alone?” The guy questioned. “No, my roommate and friends are here,” you stated. You didn’t know who this guy was and you were feeling uncomfortable alone with a stranger. “I think your friends would understand if you disappeared for a little with me. Maybe upstairs?” Red flags were waving in your head. “No thanks.” 

“Oh c’mon, sweetheart, I don’t like failing, don’t say no.” You felt sick suddenly. 

You shoved your drink into the hands of the stranger, “I have to go.” You were stumbling off to the porch of the house, fumbling to get your phone out of your jacket pocket. You weren’t even breathing as you unlocked your phone, hitting his contact. You listened to the phone ring. You were expecting him to ignore your call. 

Luke was watching some random movie, trying to distract himself when his phone started ringing. He stared at your contact photo for a second before he realized he needed to actually answer. “Hello?” He answered. “Luke.” 

He sat up quickly, hearing your strained voice on the verge of tears. “(Y/N)? Baby? What’s wrong?” He asked. “Can you please come and get me?” You choked out. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Where are you?” Luke was finding a random pair of shoes and his keys. “At the party.” Luke heard you talk about having too much to drink and some guy making you uncomfortable. All he saw was red. “Okay baby, I’m on the way. Stay on the phone with me, okay?”

Luke put the call on speaker as he began to furiously text the team group chat. “Dylan is coming to sit with you and bring some water,” Luke informed you as he began driving well over the speed limit. “I got her Luke,” he heard Dylan’s voice. You sat there with Dylan, sipping on the water until Luke got there. Dylan asked you to describe the guy who bothered you and you did the best you could.

The car was barely put into park before Luke jumped out. Luke thanked his friend and helped you into the car. “I’m sorry for calling you,” you sniffled as Luke began driving. “No, no, no. You should never be sorry for calling me, especially if you’re uncomfortable somewhere,” Luke stated. “I missed you this week,” you broke. Tears from the stress of the party situation had finally overflowed. Tears from being away from Luke finally let go. Luke’s heart broke, and he stopped the car to pull over. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized as he reached a hand over the center console to wipe away your tears. He gave you a soft smile, “We’re going to go home. You’re going to drink some more water, shower, and I’m not going to leave your side.” You nodded. “I don’t want to be on a break anymore Luke.”

Luke nodded, “We’re not.” Luke held you awkwardly across the center console of the car until you spoke up, “I love you.” Luke’s heart skipped a beat. No matter how many times you said those words, it always gave him butterflies. “I love you too. Let's go home.”

[dimension20npcofalltime]

My Favourite Tags of Round One

#i dont know who tom thumb is#sorry to this man#but gilear deserves this

#Gilear is literally the NPC#the bad kids saw a sopping wet pathetic man (derogatory) and said can we keep him#brennan tried to kill him at every opportunity but this man is somehow still alive#his stats are terrible#he has like 5 hp#he loves yogurt#lou chanted big money no gilears one time#gilear faeth for the win

#shes always pissing

#that lunatic is after fabian and will shit in his mouth

#im so sorry Primsy#but Chungledown bim holes a special place in my heart#and my mouth

#laertes has to win#hes the first npc shit himself on screen

#wuvvy sweep bc god forbid women cause problems in public for her beloved friend

#PLEASE VOTE WUVVY. MORALLY GRAY GIRLBOSS OF ALL TIME

#everyone who voted pizza rat over jessa is a liar and a coward

#aelwyn is so my older sister to me

#everyone give it up for the most stylish of homies#john feathers

#why you gotta pit two bad bitches against each other

#lesbians get in here

#LESBIANS PLEASE. GET IN HERE AND VOTE CITRINA

#LESBIANS WE STILL HAVE TIME TO MAKE THIS A CITRINASWEEP

#YES LESBIANS YES!!!!! WE’RE DOING IT!!!!!!#KEEP VOTING CITRINA I LOVE YOU ALL THANK YOU

#ylfa: join us I like your hat#orange fairy: it’s your hat now I’mma die kthxbai

#I love cats but I love Ayda more

#BELIZABETH BC SHES A GAY ICON (to ME)

#no disrespect to the sentient basketball but LETS GO LESBIANS

#ragh <3 he’s just a guy <3 and he’s GAY

#voting plug for the pure mechanical achievement of believably putting a kooky old wizard in a scifi setting

#wow nobody watched coffin run huh?#like i get that plug is very funny but dimitri is just a pile of absurdities#hes a bat in a sailor costume with a lisp and he is so hagard from flying constantly for his job that he has a starbucks half his scenes#wven tho as mentioned he is terrible at said job and almost intentionally does it wrong??

#i get it plug is funny but hes literally an anthropomorphic bat in a sailors boy outfit with a lisp who drinks starbucks

#NO SONDHEIM#STEPHEN SONDHEIM IS ONE OF THE BEST GAGS AND NPCS IN D20 I LOVE ZELDA TOO BUT COMEON GUYS SONDHEIM

#i emotionally need stephen sondheim to sweep#pls can we get a stephen sondheim sweep

[secretlythepits]

Coffee and Oncology

If you haven’t been around cancer, let me tell you, you can judge how serious your situation is by the coffee availability. Regular doctors don’t have coffee machines for patients, but once you’re in the cancer world, they do. When you’re waiting in general areas, like where patients go for labs, the coffee machines are hit and miss. Generic pods. Lipton tea. Expect powdered creamer. On a good day you might find a packet of cocoa, but not two so the caregiver gives it to the patient who takes it but only drinks a sip.

The radiation waiting room has fancy coffee pods. You can choose your roast or a delightful tea. The creamer is liquid.

The specialist oncologist’s waiting room has top notch coffee, your choice of creamer and a variety of brews. All specialty.

The new oncologist literally has a Starbucks coffee machine. Choose your roast; it freshly grinds it for you. Or press the button for a steamy chai latte. It was glorious coffee and it will be mine every three weeks for who knows how long.

I always get a coffee, because first of all I am an accepter of beverages. I always say yes. But also, I feel like I deserve a little treat on these crap days and it’s nice to sip something and not have to pack and clean a travel mug. Another cancer luxury: free valet parking.

Ah, the perks of malignancy!

I like the new oncologist. He is my favorite so far and my husband loves him too. He is extremely careful with his words. He wants patients to feel hopeful and positive. It would be easy to gloss over his painstakingly choreographed phrasing and forget anything is wrong. This is good for my husband. My legal eagle brain, trained on 2 decades of Law and Order, noticed the sidesteps and avoidance of promises. I notice how he said “some” patients instead of most, or all, or you.

The doctor met with me privately afterwards, at his suggestion and with my husband’s permission, to answer the more realistic caregiver concerns. I like that he prioritizes the mental well-being of his patient. It is very hard to ask direct questions when the answers would be painful to my husband. I got the distinct impression that he likes to drip information. I told him it’s hard to tell my husband he needs to get financial matters in order because he takes it as a blow of negativity, so his doctor told me that he would talk to him at the next appointment. Such a load off my shoulders. He also told me that he doesn’t push treatment once quality of life is compromised. Another relief. I left the appointment feeling freer. A wonderful surprise.

So now it’s what I expected: immunotherapy with or without a gentler chemo (depending on labs). We just see if it works in a few months. Then we see how long it works and we hope the adverse effects don’t make treatment infeasible. Most likely, this treatment will be much less horrific and painful than the first time around, and the schedule seems doable. I think the next few months should be pretty even keel.

All of this is for now.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

This coffee is too damn good.

[vampireghostlawyer]

sorry if this is too serious for your joke post but i have some unsolicited advice lol: please don’t let that barista be mean to you and try to stand up for yourself, if possible. i also have a customer service job and it can be extremely stressful and at times it’s unbearably dehumanizing the way some people treat you but i still would never be an asshole to someone for no reason other than them being a customer. i have had colleagues who took it out on unsuspecting customers and it feels like they do it to whomever they think won’t defend themselves. i’m sorry this happened to you

no, no it's okay! but thank you <3

ive worked customer service for a long time too so i get it. i always made a point not to be an ass to ppl who didnt deserve it but i also know a lot of ppl get pissed off a lot easier than me.

at the time, i was in my first year of law school (the starbucks i went to was the only place on our campus that was open over my lunch break, which is why i went so often). i spent every day getting berated and humiliated because that's what law school is and just didnt have the energy or confidence to be a cunt back to the guy.

for better or for worse, i'm two years more bitter and lawyerly now and find it a lot easier to return the same tone people give me. also i dont go to that starbucks anymore . i found a place closer to my apartment where the baristas are nice to me and the drinks are cheaper😌

[xoxiu]

first love of late spring - ot7 x reader

chapter three table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: falling, falling, falling- that's what you shouldn't be doing as a young intern at hybe. falling in love with your supervisor is frowned upon, especially all seven of them. you'll never learn, will you? guess you’ll just have to be their dark secret.

tags/warnings: intern!reader, poly relationships, stockholm syndrome, age regression, spanking, drug use, sugar daddy au, dubcon, body dysmorphia

taglist: @frieschan

The first few weeks of your internship seemed to fly by. Your coworkers were extremely nice and helpful, and maybe a bit too friendly for your introverted nature. Work itself wasn’t too hard, just a lot of busy work and whatever the higher-ups didn’t want to do. 

“Hey, y/n, we need you to do a coffee run.”

Anything and everything no one else wanted to do, in reality. 

Grabbing your jacket and headphones, you exited the building with music blasting. Thankfully, a café was just a short 5 minutes away. You double-checked the order on your phone when you noticed a frappuccino and some cake pops. That stopped you right in your tracks- they wanted Starbucks, not just a random coffee shop. 

Bring up your navigation app on your phone, you found that the nearest Starbucks was a 30-minute walk away. You didn’t like it, so you rummaged around in your pants pockets trying to find enough change the take a bus at least from Starbucks back to the office. Alas, you only had ₩1,100 for a ride back. Time to walk the rather long and cold walk to Starbucks. 

Mentally you made a note to yourself to put more won on your T-Money card. 

The coffee was needed in recording studio A. You quickly walked to the room, trying to balance a bag full of nine coffees. Because you didn’t know the passcode to the door, you managed to free up one hand to knock. One of the producers opened the door, saw the coffee, and ushered you inside.  He took the bags from you and placed them on a small table. 

“Finally! It felt like hours,” a man sitting at the sound mixer said, giving you a less-than-friendly look. You smiled out of awkwardness and gave out many apologies. 

“It’s fine, the shop may have been busy,” Namjoon said, turning to look at you with a smile, “You did well.”

Blushing, you tried to excuse yourself, having done your job, until a hand reached out to stop you. 

“No, no. You deserve a break. Producer-nim, cut the music. We want a coffee break.” Jungkook removed his hand from your arm. 

“Alright, reconvene in twenty minutes.” The two producers grabbed their coffees and left the room. 

“Sit down, I don’t think you’ve met everyone yet.” Namjoon pointed to one of the now empty rolling chairs, and you timidly went to take a seat. You tried your best to shrink in on yourself, intimidated by the presence of literal legends. 

It was Hoseok that began distributing the coffee and treats amongst the other members. He looked up at you confused, and you began to panic, wondering what you got wrong with the order. 

“I’m sorry-”

“Why didn’t you get yourself anything?” Hoseok asked. You looked at him with a blank stare, your mouth slightly opened. That was not what you expected him to comment on. 

“Well, I-”

“Let’s go get you something to drink. Do you like Starbucks?” Taehyung said, standing up to leave. “Oh, no. You look scared.”

“No wonder she looks scared- she doesn’t even know you and your offering to get her a drink!” Seokjin pulled Taehyung back down onto the couch. 

“But she’s y/n, hyung. Jungkookie told us about her.” 

The room grew quiet as Taehyung spoke. Everyone was tight-lipped and stiff, especially Jungkook. You looked over at him- his head was in his hands but you could see the redness radiating from his face. 

The thought of them talking about you amongst themselves made you feel a mess of emotions. On one hand, you were honored the be the topic of their conversation, but on the other hand, you wondered just what they were talking about. What was so remarkable about you that Jungkook couldn’t help but speak about you to the other members? 

“I- uh- it’s fine, really. I’m fine.” You tried to stand up, but a heavy hand pushed you back down. You were too flustered to really notice who it was. 

“I’m sure you know who we are at this point, but just for formalities, I’m Kim Seokjin.” Seokjin pointed to the blond next to Namjoon. 

“He’s Min Yoongi.” Yoongi gave you a small wave. 

“And He’s Kim Taehyung. You’re y/n, yes?”

“Yes, sir. But I really should-” Jimin was the one to cut you off this time. 

“You’re going to be our social media manager soon, let us treat you to a drink.” Jimin’s smile felt hypnotic, but you were too much into fight or flight mode.

‘Social media manager’ caught you off guard, however. 

“I-I think you’re mistaken, sir. I’m just a general BigHit social media intern. I’m not your manager.” 

Once again the room fell into an awkward silence. You looked around at everyone staring at each other with wide eyes and mouths slightly agape. 

“Once again, one of the kids has spoken the quiet part out loud,” Yoongi said in between sips of coffee. 

“I, uh, specifically requested you to be our manager once your internship ends,” Namjoon said, staring down at his feet. He looked up at you after a beat. “You’re young and fresh out of college. I would think you know more about social media and what’s trending than a middle-aged woman.”

You stared at the leader, not believing what you just heard. In your head, you believed you were nowhere near ready for a managerial position, especially in a sector so vital. 

“Anyways, let’s take one of the vans to Starbucks. I���ll drive.” Seokjin stood up as the rest followed. 

You sat in between Taehyung and Jimin in the far back seat of the black van, an overly expensive Pink Drink in your hands. Seokjin had gone on and on about the additions he makes whenever he gets a Pink Drink, including cold foam, peach juice, and raspberry syrup. It totaled nearly ₩12,000, which Seokjin happily paid for. 

“It’s worth it, trust me.”

It was fun to be around the members- they truly acted like brothers. They laughed loudly, messed around with each other, and even included you in the controlled chaos. You quickly found yourself relaxed and smiling around them. 

“y/n, did you graduate from university in Seoul?” Namjoon asked you, turning around to face you. 

“No, I graduated from Chonnam Univeristy in Gwangju.”

“Gwangju!” Hoseok yelled, looking back at you with a wide smile. “Are you from there?”

“Kind of. I grew up in a farming village on Gwangjuho Lake.”

“Oh really?” Taehyung said, “A farm girl.”

You let out a chuckle. “I spent more time on the internet than in the fields, though.”

It’s true that the internet basically raised you as a child. Once your parents got a computer, you would spend day and night on the internet playing games. As you grew into your preteen years, social media gained popularity, and you hopped on immediately. Your parents never monitored what you did, leading you down very scary paths online. However, it did end up with you making the internet basically your career. 

A ringing came from Namjoon’s phone, and he answered it immediately. The producers were back in the studio, wondering where they were to finish recording. The eight of you went back to the HYBE building to continue work. 

Two months had passed, and you hadn’t seen BTS around since. They were busy preparing for a comeback and tour, and you were busy working on TXT’s current comeback. Schedules never seemed to align for all of you. 

Your boss called you into his office early Friday morning. You knew your work had been satisfactory, but this meeting hadn’t been planned, so you weren’t sure exactly why he needed to see you. He sounded urgent, too. Not his typical carefree nature. 

Knocking on the door, you waited until you heard a faint ‘come in’ from the other side of the door before entering. Your boss motioned for you to take a seat, but no greeting was given, making you even more on edge. 

“y/n, you’ve done amazing work the past three months. I know your internship doesn’t officially end until May, but we feel like there won’t be enough work for you in your current position here for the next two months.”

Not knowing what to say, you simply hung your head and nodded. You were being fired. There was nothing you really could have done- no matter how well you did your work, you couldn’t have prevented there just being no work available. You stood up to excuse yourself when your boss began talking again. 

“We’d like to offer you a full-time job earlier than expected. You’d manage BTS’ social media accounts for their comeback, tour, and whatever comes after.” 

You looked up at your boss in disbelief- Namjoon had been right all those months ago. The boss had a shit-eating grin on his face- he knew he tried to initially make you believe you were fired, only to be offered a real, paying job. 

“No more analytics nonsense- you just take the photos and videos and upload them. Create good content.” 

You were dismissed from the office after being given all of next week off. Giddy, you did a small happy dance outside of his office. 

[quill-pen]

Modern AU Scroogeverse: Starbucks orders

@rom-e-o and I joked around about it a little this morning, so I thought it might be fun to do.

Disclaimer: I, personally, am not a coffee drinker at all. I hate everything about coffee--the smell, the taste, the noise the coffee maker makes as it brews. And I never have dealings with Starbucks because I think they're a little overhyped and expensive.

Note: Americanized Bess has absolutely influenced these people's taste on things like iced and cold beverages. As she should. Cold drinks are lifeblood.

Ebenezer: First off, nobody makes coffee like his beloved Bess (she does it the old-fashioned way on the stove and adds just the right amount of heavy cream and cinnamon) so that's usually where Eb gets his coffee (she'll pour it in a thermos and send it out the door with him). But on the occasions Bess' coffee is unavailable for various reasons, Starbucks is an easy stop on the way to work. His drink of choice: the dark roast, tall, cinnamon powder, heavy cream, and two pumps of cinnamon syrup (if it's the holidays, he'll add a pump of the peppermint) to make up for the lack of Bess' TLC. It's good, but still not as good as Bess'; every sip of her coffee is like her love in liquid form and you bloody hell can't beat that. If he's had several late nights at the office, Ebenezer will also add a few shots of the signature espresso. If he has to attend a morning business meeting he's been dreading, the man has also been known to fill a flask with a little "feel-good" juice and spike his drink just enough to get through the meeting. He doesn't get anything else from Starbucks. He might try something Bess gets, but, as stated before, Starbucks is merely a handy substitute: He's not about to take time to explore their menu. Note: They never get his name right. Ebenezer is now simply known as 'Ed' at the local Starbucks.

Bess: For warm weather: a grande iced dark chocolate mocha with heavy cream and light ice. The number of espresso shots depends on how busy work has been. For cold weather: a tall caffè mocha, with warm heavy cream, light foam, and six mocha pumps. Again the number of espresso shots depends on work. If she's in the mood for something particularly sweet, Bess will usually go for one of their chocolate chocolatey frappucinos. She doesn't have a particular favorite--she likes them all--but always gets them in grande. Note: You think they'd be able to get Bess, easy enough, but no; she's been called "Bed", "Bless", "Beth", "Bet", "Bast", and "Bath". These people aren't even trying, are they?

Bob: Doesn't go to Starbucks--it's not on his way to work and it's too expensive (he's got lots of kids to take care of, even if now being partners with Mr. Scrooge makes life so much easier and comfy). He stops in at a local mom-and-pop place called 'The Grinds' and gets a large, cowboy coffee with a little milk and sugar. (He's also sweet-talked the barista into adding some espresso shots. The man has like a dozen kids, okay?! He needs it to get through the day!)

Ethel: Unlike Bob, will occasionally patronize Starbucks--mostly when she is out with the other girls. Because this is only an occasional thing, Ethel likes to treat herself (she deserves it!): a venti strawberry crème frappuccino with vanilla sweet cream, extra whipped cream, five syrup pumps, two espresso shots, toasted vanilla syrup, cookie crumble topping, mocha sauce, and extra strawberry puree. Leave her alone--she's affording herself a rare treat--it's fine. Note: Don't always get her name right either, but they get it right more often than with Bess.

Harry: Does not have a favorite. Man gets something different every time he goes and has liked everything equally. He does have a particular fondness for their frozen fruit beverages though, but only in summer. When the weather gets cold, he'll go for their hot apple drinks. The only customization he insists upon is extra cinnamon or peppermint during the holiday season. After all, he loves Christmas--it's his favorite time of year! He always gets the largest option. Note: Yes, his name always gets spelled right, usually accompanied by little Harry Potter flourishes. He finds them so charming and tries to keep them all. Hela eventually throws them out when he's clearly forgotten about them--usually after a week.

Hela: Usually goes for their teas. It's a toss-up between a short honey citrus mint with light lemonade and an extra pump of honey or a short, regular matcha tea latte. Note: Only gets her name spelled right if she's served by a fan of Marvel.

Tom: He is a very simple man. In the cold, he beelines for their hot chocolate: grande, steamed whole milk, doubled mocha pumps with extra whipped cream, and extra caramel drizzle with caramel sauce lining the cup. In the heat, it's a regular mango dragonfruit lemonade with extra ice. Note: Once got named "Dom" at Starbucks. The barista winked at him as she passed him his drink. Addie was with him and did not appreciate it; she absolutely took a cue from her cousin and groped his ass on the way out. The ride home was very long after that, but the events that played out at home were a blast.

Addie: In the cold, she loves the white hot chocolate. She'll usually get a tall with oat milk, extra foam brown sugar syrup with a mocha cause lining, and chocolate mint cookie sprinkles with light whipped cream. In the heat, her go-to is a grande iced brown sugar oat milk shaken espresso with salted caramel foam, mocha drizzle, whipped cream, and caramel crunch topping. Note: Often gets called "Abbie", but one time, somehow, she got called "Baddie". She rode that high for a week.

Ernie: Isn't really a coffee man, so he mostly sticks to the teas. He goes for the classic Earl Grey with a little lemonade, honey, and a pinch of cinnamon. If he's looking for something cooler, he just goes for the lemonade. Nothing very complicated. Note: Absolutely gets "Bert" added in with his name like 80% of the time. The joke is getting old now, folks.

Ella: Honestly, she doesn't do Starbucks. She had one drink once--a huge chocolate java mint frap, loaded up with all the best goodies. It was so good. But the stomach flu was going through the Cratchit household at the time and she got hit with it right after she had that heavenly delight and... yeah. Ruined the entire chain for her. Just the mention of Starbucks makes her stomach roll. Ernie doesn't drink Starbucks around her and does his best to shield the very logo from her view.

Granny: Simple and surprising--a doppio of espresso macchiato. regular except for eight shots of espresso instead of the standard two. She's in her 80s and surrounded by young folks, okay? How else do you expect her to keep up with them all?

Josie: Doesn't do Starbucks either. She thinks it's overrated and too trendy, and will go out of her way to find small, independent establishments to patronize. She enjoys hazelnut lattes with a little touch of cinnamon and mocha sauce. Will always ask the barista to make the most unique design they can with the cream and asks if she can watch.

Mickey: Just like his love, he doesn't do Starbucks. For one he could never afford it; for two, he tried some once and he didn't find it all that great. Certainly wasn't worth the hype everyone seemed to have about it. He chooses to support the independent coffee houses as well, often taking Josie out on dates to them. He likes the cowboy coffee with only a little milk; he enjoys the rusticness and simplicity of it. Josie isn't a fan of the flavor but she loves the smell of it on Mickey's breath afterward and she doesn't mind the taste coming off his tongue and lips when he kisses her either.

Jules: He can't drink coffee as it makes him sick, but he enjoys the iced teas. His favorite is a blended grande black tea lemonade with some apple juice and strawberries. And definitely extra ice. Always extra ice. In the winter, he gets a regular caramel apple spice. Note: Often gets his name spelled as "Jewels". Once he had an older barista that was a big fan of Jules Verne though, and he got that written on his cup--that was fun.

Martha: The chocolate java mint frap, tall, with coconut milk, double-blended with frap chips, hazelnut syrup, two extra pumps of the mint sauce, mocha sauce lining, toasted cookie crumble, light cinnamon powder, and whipped cream--that's this girl's game. She only needs to have one once in a while, as it's so very rich. Note: Once got called "Martyr". So... that was different.

Kathy: Girl is a fiend for the espresso shots! That's what happens when you're studying to be an L&D nurse, I suppose. She gets a quad of the blonde roast loads it up on six shots and hammers it. But after she's had a couple of those, she'll get a short, dark chocolate mocha with heavy cream and honey to sip on. Note: Has been called "Catty" more than once. She does not appreciate it.

Millie: VENTI. PUMPKIN. SPICE. LATTES. With extra cream and cinnamon and caramel sauce lining. She lives for this stuff and literally has an emotional breakdown whenever it goes out of season. After that, she falls back on the vanilla bean crème frap, venti size, with almond milk, extra whipped cream, frap chips, macadamia syrup, caramel lining, white chocolate mint sauce, honey blend, cinnamon, mocha drizzle, and caramel crunch topping. And, ya know what? It's still nowhere near as good as the pumpkin spice. Why don't they just sell it all year?! It would be their number-one seller! They could just start a whole other Starbucks offshoot just for the pumpkin spice and rake in the money! Note: Absolutely tells the barista how to spell her name and double-checks to make sure they got it right.

Gil: Decaf roast, tall, black--plain, simple, easy. He likes the bitterness; reminds him of the earth and nature. If he's craving a little sweetness, he might add some honey. Note: Usually gets called "Dill". Does not complain--he gets his coffee either way. And he kinda like the name "Dill" actually.

Tim: He's not allowed to drink coffee, as he gets way too hyper. But he does like their frozen fruit drinks. The pineapple passion fruit is his favorite; he always gets extra pineapple in it. He gets the largest size and sticks it in the freezer whenever he's had enough to snack on for a few days. The stuff tastes even better when it's frozen enough to eat like ice cream! Note: Tim is so cute, most of the time the baristas don't even hear him say his name because they're so focused on his cherubic smile or sparkling blue eyes, so they just write "Angel boy" on the cup. Tim just blushes and beams.

Beryl: She doesn't like coffee, but she is also a serious businesswoman, and serious businesswomen drink coffee. Beryl gets the espresso con panna in the smallest size with extra whipped cream and three espresso shots. The whipped cream is the only way she can stand the taste of the stuff. Sometimes she needs a little mocha drizzle to get it down too, even while she's holding her nose and trying to swallow it down without letting it touch her tongue. Ebenezer has pointed out to her time and again that it's okay if she doesn't like coffee--she can drink something else if she wants to--but Beryl refuses. "Businesswomen drink coffee! It's a staple!" And no one is going to convince her otherwise. Note: Never gets her name spelled right, so she has taken to telling them at her name is "Bear". That always gets spelled right and she gets comments on how "cool her name is". Beryl might be considering changing her name to "Bear".

[lesbienbys]

so I recently just read all of the trigun manga in like 2 days bc I'm mentally ill (which I don't recommend bc my head hurt from crying all day) and it's literally changed my life. The characters, the themes, the story, everything was literally perfect and tailored for Me.

Spoilers for the whole manga series from here!

One of the first things that left me stunned about this series was the first two scenes in trigun of vash in his angel form. The panels are just so stunning and had me devouring the beautiful yet kind of fucked up concept. I love how the angel form isn't just *insert pretty angel wings* but is kind of all over the place and weird, but still really cool looking (for me anyways). Also the whole being a plant is SO dope and vash's hair getting darker as he uses his form more is just *grips table* I love.

What stood out to me and was the positive light in this series when shit got really heavy, was vash's connections with humans. You realize that he's been alone for 150+ years and many people who he connected with either died from non-natural causes or grew too old. And he's always left surviving on his own. And even if he has people who he connects with in the present (his home with his sensei or lina and her grandma) he doesn't stay for very long. With the exception of meryl, milly, and wolfwood who we see with him throughout the story. I personally would have liked to see a bit more from the girls, especially milly, but let me say I adore them so much. They are so swag.

Now let me get into wolfwood. This fuckin' guy has literally jumped to being my favorite fictional character of all time. 90% of the time when I cried it was because of this dude. I'm not good at explaining why I like certain characters, but his dynamic with vash just hit a certain way. The fact that he was able to click with someone like vash, who he both admires and dislikes because of his persistence with his ideals, is such a good way to show the difference in their characters. In the beginning wolfwood didn't care about shooting people if it meant he survived, and then near his death you can see him not taking the kill shots on his enemies. And one of my favorite things in media ever is seeing someone change because of another person. Also speaking of change, when wolfwood in the beginning is like "I don't think I'll ever change" when talking about murdering people and then later on vash is like "you can change" HDKFJSHD I'm in pain. How are they so good.

More on wolfwood, I think his death scene is one of the most beautiful death scenes ever. Like of course I didn't want him to die (tbh he had so many death flags that I was pretty prepared for it) but if I had to make him go out?? That's exactly how I would've done it. The confetti raining down, knowing that he saved his family, getting to finally treat vash to a drink even though the whole knives thing wasn't over yet.... like he got what he wanted! And I can't really complain about that because he deserved that (and so much more). But also wdym he died I just saw him in starbucks yesterday.

So yeah I think the connections that vash has with others is my favorite part of the series. The fact that he's more human than many actual humans. The way he loves humans with all his heart and believes in their existence. There's so much hope wrapped up in this funky little piece of media.

[jovalencia]

how has your day been? in as many words as possible pls

wow. aiming for the stars. bold since you know how much I love to talk but I’ll give the people what they want

my day was pretty good all things considered. the things we’re considering is that I worked 3-8 instead of 12-5 today and I don’t even have a show to watch with my family tonight. the bachelorette was crazy last night kallie you would have loved it.

anyways the play by play of my day was I woke up at 9:55 bc my friend has her radio show from 10-12 and I listen as often as I can. but it wasn’t even her on the radio it was some other bitch but I was already awake so I just stayed up even though I was up late last night reading fanfiction and texting bi guy jason and journaling. so I ate my breakfast which was an overripe mango which I ate peel and all over the kitchen sink and gas station potato wedges I got from work two days ago. it was fine. and I watched a youtube video on the barbie movie by a youtuber I’m subscribed to while I ate. but I was still tired and I had enough time to take a nap so I did and let me tell you the last fucking thing I wanted to do was get up but alas I did. and I was hungry so I had a struggle meal (so you could call every meal I have these days) it of an entire can of green beans. I heated them in the microwave ofc but honestly they were fucking delicious.

I left for work a little later than I wanted and that was stressing me out and I started listening to my playlist from last summer and I must have played that shit to death bc I skipped like a million songs before I got to one I could listen to. I got to work and I liked all my coworkers that were there which is a fucking miracle and my three favorite coworkers (the guy my age, the woman who got hired the day before me, and the manager who doesn’t give a shit how much work anybody’s doing and has been perpetuating the wheels vs doors debate for a week) were all there so I was content. even if all the customers were fucking cunts for some reason like idk what was in the air today but people were being such assholes but it was fine bc every time they walked away my coworkers and I would just talk shit about them. btw I didn’t like the woman who got hired the day before me at first but now me and her are like this 🤞 ily sandy. she’s so fucking real and every time I tell her that she’s so real she laughs bc she thinks it’s such a funny phrase. but she literally is I swear to god I would have lost it if I was the only new cashier. but apparently she got a way better training process then me bc she’s constantly like “nobody taught you how to do x or told you that you need to do y? that’s so weird” like yeah sandy it is weird. and both of us have the same irrational fear that every other one of our coworkers hates us but at least we like each other so it’s fine. bottom line I love sandy she’s my best friend and I hope when summer ends and I quit that she goes and finds a better job she deserves it. also both of us got soooooo excited when we saw the new halloween candy display like fuck yeah you know what time it is

all the coworkers were talking about arbys at work and I’ve never even gotten anything other than fries and I was starving and we have no food at home because my family sucks at grocery shopping so I went to arbys and got a french dip sandwich and some mozzarella sticks. the sky was beautiful on the drive home and when I got there my mom was sitting on the couch in the front room crocheting but I opted to be a hermit and eat in my room. I got some grease on my bedspread but it’s fine. I started the new garrett watts video bc I have to watch all of his videos it’s tradition. well it’s usually tradition to drink starbucks while I watch his videos. maybe instead of finishing it while I go through my drafts I’ll watch it tomorrow after work and get myself a lil drink as a treat. bc that tradition started back in 2020 when every thursday after my last online class instead of killing myself like I wanted to I would go and use my years and years of starbucks gift cards to buy myself a lil drink then go on a lil drive and go home and drink my drink while I watched the newest sweet boys (garrett watts and andrew siwicki) podcast episode while I embroidered. anyways after that greasy ass dinner I was feeling like collapsing and dying so I ate half a green bell pepper in the kitchen. and even though that was all like less than an hour and a half ago I’m really fucking hungry again. I literally don’t understand how I’m always so hungry. it’s pissing me off.

since then I’ve just been fucking around on my phone and I think I’m gonna write my diary entry of the day then take my shower (I have to wash my hair boo👎👎👎) then try and go to sleep I’m fucking exhausted. speaking of my diary thanks for asking me this bc I’m probably just gonna copy paste it instead of actually writing the diary entry for today. which I’m ideally gonna write in a week but I’m back to being two weeks behind on my diary again. I knew that was gonna happen with dani visiting and all but it still sucks. hopefully I can get my act together before school starts. thanks!

[fushitoru]

kinktober 2024

♱ — INFORMATION : welcome to my kinktober 2024!! warnings will be added to each individual fic. minors/ageless blogs should not dni with this post or any of the fics below. they will get blocked otherwise. i might post stuff late bc bridgerton!gojo/writer’s block. ideas/fics are subject to change. please help me find the artist who made the fanart so i can credit them!

♱ — REQUESTS : CLOSED

♱ — TAGLIST : OPEN

♱ — WEEK ONE: GHOSTFACE!SUKUNA

wc 3.1k | smut and fluff | exhibitionism

on halloween night, you get a strange phone call from a man with a distorted voice right as you're chilling while babysitting yuuji. you get an ultimatum: perform for him, or risk your and yuuji's lives.

♱ — WEEK TWO: WRESTLER!TOJI

wc 3.8k | smut | humiliation

you will have to face one of the most formidable wrestlers in history in your next match: toji fushiguro. but don't be confused, this isn't normal wrestling⸺no, it's nude wrestling. and winner gets the spoils of the other's body! (extended ver of my toji drabble here)

♱ — WEEK THREE: MULTIPLE + PORN TROPES

wc 3.5k | smut | too fuckin many

jjk men as overused porn and hentai tropes (part 2)!

♱ — WEEK FOUR: COWBOY!GETO

wc ??? | smut fluff and angst | breeding

ever since that no-good geto suguru ridiculed you in your school days in front of the whole town at the annual town festival, you hate him. now, with him all grown up and struttin' around as the deputy sheriff (a mighty fine title for someone so young), and you just a humble librarian, life’s gone and thrown the two of you together to plan this year’s festival. the question is, can you both set aside your bad blood long enough to make this festival a success, or will old grudges burn and leave you both at odds again?

♱ — HALLOWEEN FINALE: SPIDERMAN!GOJO

wc 19.7k | smut fluff and angst | bondage

you have always existed in gojo satoru’s shadow. he is a physics prodigy, a person that everyone endlessly admires for his intelligence and charisma, and you hate him for taking the spotlight that you deserve to share with him. but it all changes one day at 5:07AM at your starbucks job when gojo barges in, ordering ridiculously sweet drinks and posing existential questions. is there more to gojo that meets the eye, and is it linked to the vigilante swinging around New York City?

[boobyisme]

I wanna say I’m overworked but I actually genuinely like what I’m doing and it’s DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY. Last night, I left a lamp open so, throughout the night, I was just subconsciously counting down to the time I needed to get up because I thought it was Thursday. I was also looking forward to what I had to do. It's so crazy. But like, thanks I guess?????? because I'm not as overworked as I thought I was because I don't despise what I'm doing. Then again, I know that I'm already overestimating my capacity to work and take in work and that one day, this might come back to bite me so hard in the ass. I'm just looking forward to SG honestly and I know when it comes around, I will deserve the trip because I worked so hard and OT'd so much. Thanks, Lord, because I did not know shit about this industry when I first got here and yet I am thriving now. This might even create a real career path for me if I give my best and the work I've done in the last 3 weeks has been a testament to that. I hope I am making my boss proud because he is my first boss ever and I was also his first ever hire and we both just took a chance on each other. I hope that this continues on because I really really like what I'm doing and I want to keep doing my best.

In the same light, I want to give the same amount of energy to my other job which ALSO took a chance on me. I always say I'm only around for the money but to my core, I know it's also worth giving my best to. So, my only prayer is for me to always have the energy to attend to my two big girl jobs that I really love. I cherish them and I want to keep them, and when the time comes that I need to move on to better and bigger things, I hope to do so in the right way.

Okay that's all!! I'm in Starbucks Grace Mall and loving the aircon so much :D I claimed my free drink and you already know what I got.