#playful banter is fun

[qprconcepts]

qpps whos conversations switch from silly and goofy ("if you end our tiktok streak i will end you") to being really gay for each other ("i love you and im glad you're in my life and you're the reason im alive")

(i love this blog so much btw)

<3

(i love you so much btw)

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Ned Land and Conseil are married in 20K leagues and you can’t change my mind. They got married on the Nautilus when no one was looking. They make out sloppy style in their shared cabin when Aronnax isn’t there to narrate things

[blujayonthewing]

[queen-scribbles]

#YEEEESSSSSSS WHAT AN AMAZING GIFT 🥰💖🥰💖🥰💖#god I don't even know where to start it's all so good#tragen and marii understanding each other so well they can communicate without words or using the force YES#marii having a voice-kink and competence-kink and struggling to keep her mind out of the gutter while tragen gently threatens people YES YE#when brin actually thought he'd trapped them! 😂 alexa play 'now you fucked up' from whitest kids you know#the action! the fighting and the chase sequence! their banter! 😘🥰 YES YES YES YES#the contrast of tragen being so calm and in control as he casually wins 4v1 fights and sprints down hallways without even getting winded#vs aramarii 'force-assisted recklessness' wrinn ripping out wires and stabbing consoles and barreling around corners#him preferring to travel in her ship because his is too gloomy and scares people 😭 darling boy you would've made such a good jedi#(give her a hydrospanner and a week and she can fix it up. she's already planning a shopping trip to bed bantha and beyond with vette)#does he KNOW how sexy his voice is? that he could melt her into a puddle reading space-ikea instruction manuals?#or is he genuinely unaware of the power he wields? thank the stars he's not the type to use it for evil#okay I better stop before I write an entire tag novel 💖💖💖 I'm gonna go eat some cake and read this like. 30 more times

@haledamage I'M SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT. :D I did some poking around in Marii's tag for details and personality stuff but didn't have time to read everything, so I'm happy to have done her justice. 💖 (cut for length)

I love couples who know each other so well it's like they read minds or share thoughts, it's so good. They would clean up at one of those game shows where you have to writ down your partner's answer to a bunch of questions. xD I cannot blame Marii for any of those kinks bc they're all very fair ones to have wrt Tragen. Competence is extremely sexy. 😂 (I might have a bit of a Thing for the M!Warrior's voice. Just a little one. That may have bled through. I mentioned it was self-indulgent, right?)

And I've long headcanoned for Tragen's own universe--and now this one apparently-- that they don't make it common knowledge he has less of a Force connection than your average Jedi/Sith. Might be perceived as weakness yada yada. And people he fights are too busy trying to survive to notice he's like 95% martial skill/5% Force use. This is just one more benefit; someone like Brin goes "How do you catch a Sith? Get him away from his lightsaber and cut the Force and he's nothing" aaaannnnnnddd they're Very Very Wrong. >:3 I love the contrast between Tragen and Marii's personalities, and their complementary roles in escaping(I had to throw in combat. It's my Brand now) were so fun to work out. The thing about Tragen's ship is another long standing headcanon, and Vette will be thrilled to help Marii redecorate. She's already complained about it being gloomy multiple times before the end of the class story. xD (Now I want to write Marii "kidnapping" Vette for a girls' day which just means giving the Celestial Dawn a makeover and Vette's practically dancing with excitement the whole way through Bed Bantha and Beyond(I'm laughing at that again jsyk) bc she's wanted to do this for a DECADE, why didn't you start dating him sooner?!?!? shush with your logic about Emperor's Wrath and Jedi Battlemaster etc

Tragen is... aware some people(Marii included) find his voice attractive. He is NOT aware of just HOW Attractive. We are very lucky he's at least partially ignorant and not the type to use it for evil even if he fully understood bc holy HELL could he conquer galaxies. That voice? His charisma and diplomatic skills? the Arms? YEAH.

[cerealmonster15]

jesus christ like i only finished the sumeru story like a few months ago but i already forgot your literal first intro to kaveh is a scene of several minutes of him and alhaitham fully bitching at each other

[icanbeyourgenie]

[ a drunk Calypso opening and closing the oven, not understanding why the peach pie doesn't magically appears, and not knowing they have to do everything themselves ]

".... What are you doing?" Yasmeen asked, clearly puzzled.

"Looking for the pie obviously! I wonder where they get it from." It was clear from the way Calypso shaped her words that she was still drunk, but Yasmeen suspected that it wasn't the only reason she thought that pie made themselves.

".... They get it from the oven."

"Oh! Th-"

"After they made it by themselves, using their hands and different ingredients!" Yasmeen clarified as Calypso was heading to the oven.

A silence fell on the room. The three siblings looked at each other. Yasmeen was brutally reminded of their royal status; not any royals, but the children of a High King. Weirdly enough, it didn't scare her this time. Instead she burst into laughing.

"Maybe we could cook one ourselves then. It can't be that complicated, right?" Malachai interjected which made Yasmeen force herself to stop. She whipped her tears and focused on the situation.

"Really Mal ? Have you ever even watched someone cook? Cause I know I didn't." It was not entirely true, but Nathaniel had no memories of his time as a human anyway, so close enough. "And even if we did, we don't have pies under the sea because we don't have ovens!"

"Yes. That's the only reason we don't know how to make pies. Otherwise-" Malachai started but Yasmeen cut him.

"You've been here for months now, though." Plus, she knew as a fact that the boys were regularly expected to go to the surface as part of their training, so it was no excuse.

"Well..."

"I just I want a pie..."

Calypso seemed so sad and it made Yasmeen move around the kitchen to fetch out the specific ingredients they needed. She knew this kitchen by heart. She always came here to steal some food - when it was uncooked it was easy to determine which food was safe for mortals or not. Once she was finished she put everything on the table. effectively stopping the arguments between the siblings as to who should know how to make a pie.

"Wait.. Can you make us a peach pie?" Calypso asked, hope returning on her face.

"Yes I can... But I won't."

It was funny how Calypso looked like a puppy when she was drunk, unable to hide her sad expressions. She was really drunk indeed. Nathaniel matched her energy even if he hid it better. Malachai seemed pretty sober even if Yasmeen knew she was the only one here who didn't drink.

"Instead I'll teach you how to do it yourself."

"But..."

"No 'but'. This is a very important skill. Come here, all of you."

They came closer and she hopped onto the counter, trying not to laugh as they watched the ingredients and different kitchen tools she took out of the drawers.

"So, here's the deal." Yasmeen spoke and was surprised of how intently they all listened. "Let's turn this into a game. I'll be the judge, jury and executioner here. I'll tell you the instructions of how to make the pie only once and then you're on your own. The winner will name their price. Whatever they ask for they'll have to get it. The loser, however... will be charged to go into Crazy Maggy's hut and come back with one of her items. Whatever you want. I'd personally go for one of her famous bottle of wine, but it's really up to you."

The three of them suddered. They were only in the fae land for months but everyone knew who Crazy Maggy was. Really old fae, living near the court but in an isolated hut in the enchanted forest. Nobody knew what was her relationship with Morgana or the royal family. Nobody even knew what her real name was. What everyone knew however was that no one should go near her or talk to her. She got her nickname from always saying odd things and being borderline paranoid of everything. She became like the boggy man for fae children, and they were usually not easy to scare.

Yasmeen judged her skills progress by that lady. The day she got into her house and took something without being noticed and chased away with violent broom swings was the day she started considering herself a decent thief and spy. Maggy saw everything. If she didn't see her that meant no one would. Yasmeen could've stopped going at her place, but she wasn't kidding when she said it rivaled the cavern of wonders. Everything was stored in that little hut. She couldn't wait to see how the siblings would deal with her.

"Do you accept my terms?"

"Do we have peach pie if we don't?"

"No." Yasmeen answered Calypso.

"Then of course we do!"

"Huh I don't know about you guys but I don't want to go into Crazy Maggy's hunt. I like my head on my body thank you." Nathaniel shuddered.

Malachai raised a brow, clearly amused. "So you're giving up?"

"Over my dead body! I'll win anyway, and then I'll get to see you get cooked by Crazy Maggy."

Fueled by pure siblings rivalry energy they all listened at the instructions and started working. Yasmeen was already playing with her knife, watching all of them look so focused on making that pie it almost seemed like they were trying to crack some enigma. It was funny, and oddly relaxing, to see them all work.

After a while she got closer to each one of them individually, to really see their struggles. Calypso was not the most agile, so cutting the peaches wasn't her strong suit, and she lost way too many eggs by making some of them fall. Nathaniel was too busy eating the peaches and the dough to actually be any good. And when she got to Malachai. she saw him frozen, eyebrows knit together, looking at the salt.

"Is it... Is it the flour?" Yasmeen actually tried no to laugh but it was impossible.

"Don't make fun of me!" He protested, but he was clearly smiling too. "We never had to be in a kitchen before. Plus, if the head chef wasn't so against merefolks, and had cooked the pie himself instead of rudely calling us out, we wouldn't be in this mess. So really, it's all the Faes' fault. And you only said it was the white powder one. There's three white powders here!"

"If I only knew how bad you were at that, I'd have challenged you to cooking contests a while ago. At least I'd be sure to win... Well. I do win most of our fights anyway." She teased, but still pointed the flour to him. He was about to respond when Nathaniel cut.

"Hey!! No cheating you two! Cally look, he's trying to cheat by flirting with the judge!!"

"I'm not!"

"I have my eyes on you now, brother!"

"Those peaches are so hard to cut..."

Eventually, all the pies were over (alongside another few bottles of champagnes) and presented to Yasmeen. And oh did she regret her choice.

"So..." She started. All three pair of eyes were on her, clearly waiting for her feedback. She always praised herself on her capacity to stay decent in a world filled with evil. But this was another kind of test. "You're all.... terrible at cooking."

They started protesting. But when they tasted it themselves, there was no denying the truth.

"I do have a rank though. Are you ready to hear it?"

"Go ahead. Tell us which one of us is going to die soon."

"Okay, here we go. In the 2nd place of the podium is.... Calypso."

The girl squeaked and it was truly lovely. Later, Yasmeen would admit that Calypso's pie was actually the worst. But best friends always had each other's back, right? They all started protesting again until Yasmeen stopped them.

"Okay, now.... Malachai?"

"Yes?" He actually sounded nervous, and Yasmeen had to ignore the voice in her head that called it cute.

"Step forward please." He did and in the background Nathaniel and Calypso held their breath.

"How do you feel about your pie?" Yasmeen asked in her most neutral tone of voice and realized that she was having too much fun.

"Well... Frankly I think you should have been clearer with the instructions."

"Oh so now it's my fault that you're a terrible cook?"

"I didn't say that... But as far as teaching go, there's definitely room for improvement."

Yasmeen feigned being shocked for a moment. "Oh then, maybe I'll be the one to blame for when Maggy will eat you alive..."

"But-"

"Not this time though. Congratulations, you won. You can name your price. Nate, enjoy your last night with us."

"WHAT?! I disagree!" The siren protested.

"There's more peaches in your belly right now that there is on your pie, and you forgot to use sugar."

"Ah! Loser."

They all started arguing and Yasmeen watched, warmed up by this sibling affection, before a still drunk Calypso spoke again.

"We still don't have any pie to eat..." Yasmeen rolled her eyes then sighed.

"Okay I'll do it. But pay close attention this time."

[lovesuplex]

crying this am because last night at domme school we had two elders teaching us workshops and… love is real. love is real!!!!

[silverselfshippingchaos]

fucking demons 😔

[nobodybetterlookatme]

Weren't you just calling this coworker an asshole a week ago? What changed?

Yeah I did and I still stand by that lmaoooo 100% he's an asshole, nothing's changed in that regard

[howdoesone]

How does one flirt using a kazoo as a musical instrument?

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[webism]

☆ bestfriend!satoru likes seeing you in his clothes a little too much.

it starts with lending you a jacket when you're out late and it gets cold. he laughs at you first, makes fun of the way you shiver, but then his eyes drift and he realises he can see your hardened nipples through your shirt and suddenly he's layering you up in his jacket just to keep his mind from short-circuiting.

but the sight of you in his jacket is no help either, not when you drown in it because he's so damn tall and he's reminded of the difference in size between the two of you and for the first (more like third) time he's wondering what you'd look like beneath him in a mean mating press. how you'd feel shaking under his body weight: like how you're shaking now, but pleasure wracking your body rather than the cold wind.

he tells himself it's fine to have these thoughts. you're his best friend, you spent every waking hour together: it's only natural that his thoughts would eventually drift southwards. he'll snap out of it, he just needs to jerk off and clear his mind.

so he walks you home, and lets you keep the jacket.

but that night, he's in the shower with hot water scalding his skin, eyes squeezed shut as he strokes his cock at an inhuman pace. fucks his fist with anything but you in mind—he thinks about all his past trysts, about whatever porn he's seen lately, about his fucking cursed technique.

and he thinks he has it, he's pumping his cock with crazed strokes in an attempt to cum and clear his mind, but just as that pleasure starts to break into white hot lust, all he sees is you. in nothing but his jacket, wrecked on his cock and begging him for more.

and when he cums, he sees your eyes pleading up at him from where you’d rest on your knees, ready to take his load into your mouth because you crave the taste. He swears he can feel your fingers splayed over his thighs… your tongue tracing the pronounced vein that runs up the underside of his cock… your heated presence in the shower alongside him.

satoru says your name as he cums, and realises he’s wholly fucked and not coming back from this.

so, naturally, gojo plays into it.

the next time you see him is at his place, you come around to spend time with him and talk about the mundane that always seems exciting when spoken in the lilt of your voice. he offers you a drink, pours you a glass of red and promptly spills it over your pretty top—purely accidental, of course.

and he only takes a moment to admire the way the soaked fabric clings to your skin before he’s bolting into action and offering you a shirt of his own.

“it’s like you’re trying to steal my wardrobe, huh? first my jacket… now my shirt… got something to admit to, hm? you like wearing my clothes?”

it’s playful banter, you think, and roll your eyes with a huff as he hands you a shirt that’s oversized even on him. he wants to see you drown in the fabric, covered in him through clothing until he can cover you in another aspect of himself.

you make him look away while you change, though you know it’s an effort wasted because he’s all-seeing or whatever. and when satoru finally gets a look at you in his shirt he knows it’s game over. it’s like he’s left a mark on you, staked him claim not through bite marks or hickies as he usually would, but through the fabric that adorns your skin. his clothes smell like him, look like him, and are being worn by you.

he’s beyond hard, his cock is tenting his pants and he’s almost offended you haven’t yet noticed, because there’s no hiding a boner when you’re his size. you’re sweet enough not to look, even steal a glance out of curiosity—but he isn’t; his eyes are roaming your skin in such a heated way you feel feverish. it’s how he notices the wine that has spilt on your skirt as well.

he could tell you—offer you a pair of his sweats and cum in his own pants as the way they’d hang off your hips—but he doesn’t. instead, your best friend satoru gojo, the man you know like scripture, drops to his knees and takes the hem of your skirt between his fingers.

“what are you doing?” you think he’s cruel for a joke like this, when he looks so good on his knees, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as if he’s aching for a taste of you. you squeeze your thighs together, groan at the thought of gojos relentless teasing if he realises you’re soaking wet right now. “this isn’t funny.”

“i’m not laughing,” he says, tone flat. “your skirt is stained.”

“oh,” it is, you can see the wine seeping into the fabric.

gojo laughs, his grin sinful. “what? you get all flustered when i’m on my knees? how lewd.”

“shut up,” you try and step backwards, put some space between him and your pulsing heat, but his hands come to grip your thighs, fingers cool as they brush under your skirt and press into your skin. “you’re an asshole, toru.”

“i know,” his fingers creep higher. “i’m sorry.”

“no you’re not.”

“i know,” he parrots. “but you will be.”

“wh—“

in one practiced movement, satoru rips your skirt down and exposes you to him. he has to bunch up the shirt of his you wear with one hand and keep you from running with the other, but he’s met with a beautiful sight as a reward for all his pining.

“for coming to my house with no fucking panties on and acting like you don’t want me to fuck you like we’re more than friends.”

you learnt quickly upon befriending satoru gojo that he always seems to get what he wants. this is no exception, because after he spends so long fucking you with his tongue that his knees go numb against the cold tile, he’s got you laid down on his couch, his t shirt bunched up over your waist just enough for him to watch his cock sink into you over and over and over again.

he loves the sight of you grabbing at the fabric to keep it out of the way— how you whine for him to just let you take it off, all for him to press his lips to yours and conjoin you so you couldn’t undress even if you tried.

how with each thrust of his ravaging cock into you, he’s whining like he’s not the one in control. babbling filth as if he’s not got you pinned and taking every last inch of him—he’s pussy drunk and overbearing in his excitement and slurring his words as he speaks against your open mouth.

“never allowed to wear your own clothes again,” he steals your breath with each gasp he gives between thrusts. “only mine. i’ll burn yours, fuck, i hate your clothes.”

“you…” gojos fast rutting stalls your sentence. “…you brought me that skirt.”

“yeah? well where is it now?”

you recall the lecture you tried to give him when he threw your wine-stained skirt into his trash bin. you’d protest his dictation of what you wear if you had the mind to do so—but his cock is hitting your g spot in tandem with the ministries of his fingers over your clit… you’re half-near brain dead with the way he splits you open and unravels you like the threading of his clothes he’s fucking you in.

you can’t count your orgasms, only feel them shoot static up your spine with each one gojo manages to pull from you. and when he cums, spills over your parted thighs to dress you further in the essence of him, you swear you hear him babble something about putting a ring on your finger some day, to dress you in something of his permanently.

but friends don’t talk like that.

they don’t fuck like this either, though.

[cavettrobert]

Sometimes, first impressions can be wildly off!

[asynchronouslove]

This is a screenshot of a conversation between one of my interviewees and a former potential romantic partner of hers. This is a brand new text chain since they had just acquired each other's phone numbers, so she teasingly sends "I know exactly what I'm gonna make ur profile photo."

His responses suggest that he's aware of what photo she is talking about and she responds by saying that she has multiple—three to be exact. She feeds into a light hearted tone by texting "Hehehehe," to reinforce the playful nature of this conversation. He responds "fuck you," but you can almost feel they eye roll and smirk through the screen. She eggs him on, stating that even if he finds a crazy profile picture for her, it will never be as good as the crazy one she has for him.

Even though this is a texting conversation, you can tell that it has a humorous, flirty tone to it. There is light teasing and potentially a history of playful banter, even though this is their first text exchange.

[hayatheauthor]

The 7 Faces of Friendship: Character Types to Include in Your Book’s Friend Group

Having a balance of different personas helps create a comprehensive cast for your novels. To get started, here are the 7 main friend personas to consider:

1. The Leader

Description:

The leader is the driving force behind the group. They are often assertive, confident, and willing to take charge in various situations. This person is typically seen as a decision-maker, guiding the group toward plans, activities, or goals.

Traits:

Charismatic: Naturally draws people in and inspires others.

Decisive: Quick to make decisions, often with a clear vision in mind.

Responsible: Takes ownership of the group's well-being and direction.

Role in the Group:

The leader often organises outings, mediates conflicts, and keeps the group focused on shared goals. They are instrumental in making plans and ensuring that everyone feels included.

2. The Caregiver

Description:

The caregiver is the heart of the friend group, always looking out for others. This person is empathetic, nurturing, and willing to lend a helping hand or an understanding ear.

Traits:

Compassionate: Deeply cares for the feelings and well-being of others.

Supportive: Always ready to offer encouragement or assistance.

Attentive: Notices when someone is feeling down or needs help.

Role in the Group:

The caregiver often acts as the emotional glue, fostering connections and ensuring everyone feels valued. They are typically the ones organising gatherings to celebrate friends or supporting them through tough times.

3. The Comedian

Description:

The comedian is the life of the party, always ready with a joke or a funny story. This character brings humour and lightness to the group, helping to relieve tension and elevate the mood.

Traits:

Witty: Quick with humour and often makes clever observations.

Playful: Approaches life with a sense of fun and spontaneity.

Positive: Maintains an optimistic outlook, even in challenging situations.

Role in the Group:

The comedian keeps the atmosphere lively, ensuring that laughter is a common thread in the group. They often defuse tense situations with humour and help create cherished memories through fun experiences.

4. The Adventurer

Description:

The adventurer thrives on new experiences and excitement. This character is always seeking thrills, whether that’s trying out a new restaurant, going on spontaneous trips, or participating in extreme sports.

Traits:

Daring: Enjoys taking risks and stepping outside of their comfort zone.

Curious: Eager to explore new ideas, places, and experiences.

Energetic: Brings enthusiasm to the group, often encouraging others to join in.

Role in the Group:

The adventurer often leads the charge for new experiences, pushing the group to try things they might not have considered. They inspire others to embrace spontaneity and explore the world together. Often contradicts the leader.

5. The Intellectual

Description:

The intellectual is the thinker of the group, often delving into deep conversations and pondering life's big questions. This character values knowledge and is well-read, informed, and curious about various topics.

Traits:

Analytical: Enjoys breaking down complex ideas and analysing situations.

Inquisitive: Asks questions and seeks to understand the world.

Articulate: Communicates thoughts clearly and effectively.

Role in the Group:

The intellectual can help stimulate meaningful conversations, adding depth to the group's interactions. More of a quiet yet important presence. They help get the Adventurer out of trouble, and are likely found bantering with the Comedian from time to time.

6. The Connector

Description:

The connector is the social butterfly of the group, adept at bringing people together and building relationships. This character thrives on interaction and often knows everyone’s stories, interests, and backgrounds.

Traits:

Sociable: Enjoys meeting new people and introducing friends to one another.

Empathetic: Understands social dynamics and helps others feel comfortable.

Resourceful: Knows where to go for recommendations and suggestions.

Role in the Group:

The connector enriches the group by fostering relationships and creating opportunities for social gatherings. They often organise events and help deepen bonds within the friend circle. They are generally close to the  Caregiven and the Leader’s partner/close friend.  They help the Leader and Intellectual settle on ideas that are both fun and functional thus appeasing to the whole group. 

7. The Realist

Description:

The realist is grounded and practical, providing a balanced perspective within the friend group. This character approaches situations with a level-headed attitude and often focuses on the facts at hand.

Note: While the intellectual is an inherently smart person, the realist is the apathetic and logical force of the group. They don’t have to necessarily be smart but are insightful.

Traits:

Pragmatic: Values practicality and often offers sensible solutions.

Sceptical: Questions overly optimistic or unrealistic plans.

Honest: Tends to speak their mind, even when the truth is uncomfortable.

Role in the Group:

The realist often acts as a counterbalance to more idealistic characters, helping the group assess risks and make informed decisions. They provide a sense of stability, ensuring that plans are not just fun but also feasible.

Edit: you don't NEED to have 7 friends each with one persona. You also don't need to have all 7. One person can be the caregiver to A and realist to B. They can be the leader in one friend group but the comedian in another (showcasing their comfort with the latter). This is just a list to help pan out your character personality types!

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[chstart]

no actually in particular obsessed w this sequence of 😆🙂🤔 in the span of One sentence

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Barista who is the “poster boy”of the coffee shop he works at. It is honestly deserved: he has a pretty face, a charming smile and a playful yet sweet attitude. He is especially popular among the girls…who he keeps rejecting. He is just not looking for something casual, you know? He dates to marry, not to be someone’s eye-candy.

Yandere!Barista who, one day, sees you walk into the store. Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt you have on ? He loves that band! This is what he tells you when it is your turn to order. What do you mean he looks too much like a goody two-shoes to be a fan? Alright, Miss “I am so dark and edgy”, what do you want to order? Black coffee? The banter goes on until he has to shoo you away, with an amused smile, as the other people in line are starting to get impatient.

Yandere!Barista who glances your way every chance he gets. Not only are you fun to talk to, but you also look really cute. Sometimes, between orders, he gets to converse with you. He eagerly returns your small wave when it is time for you to leave. As he goes to your table to collect the receipt, he finds your cup still there. On it, there is a small doodle of him along with your number. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he brings a hand to cover the side of his face. He is definitely keeping that cup.

Yandere!Barista who saved your number under “Cutie <3”. The more you text each other, the more you hang out together, the more he becomes obsessed. It is honestly starting to scare him. The other night, he had your cup in his hands to look at the doodle. Next thing he knew, he had his lips where yours had been when you were drinking from it. It flustered him so much, he threw the cup in the trash bin afterwards…only to go get it back five minutes later…He is asking you out on a date for sure next time he sees you.

Yandere!Barista who does your coffee with trembling hands. He really doesn’t want to do this, but you didn’t leave him a choice. Today, on your usual table, you are sitting with a man other than him. He can’t possibly lose the only person who took the time to get to know him beyond his looks. The drug should work in about fifteen minutes, five minutes after closing time. This should be perfect, you always wait for him to close the shop and walk home together. He can do this, he can do this, he can do this…You will be happy at his house, you will be happy with him. It is with a heavy mind and painful heart that he gives you your order.

Yandere!Barista who you got pinned against the wall of the storage room, one hand beside his head and the other one holding your cup. He is as white as a ghost. He keeps looking around. He is sweating all over. This couldn’t be. You couldn’t possibly know- You firmly grab his jaw and turn his face towards you. “Drink”, you say coldly. What are you gonna do to him after he becomes unconscious? Will you report him to the police? Will you hurt him? He closes his eyes tightly as you bring the cup to his lips. The moment it reaches them, you drop it on the floor and replace it with your lips. His eyes open in shock as you give him a small, tender kiss. “That was my cousin, idiot”, you tell him affectionately. You look at him for a couple more seconds before putting on your bag. He is still frozen in place as you add: “Tomorrow, 6pm, at my house. Alright?”. You leave before he can answer.

Yandere!Barista who slides down the wall until he is sitting on the floor. All that is left of him is a blushing, quivering mess. With shaky fingers, he touches his lips; a small whimper involuntarily comes out his mouth. He is about to combust. He feels so weak, he can’t get up. You scared the shit out of him, but that was so hot ahh…He didn’t know you could be this assertive. And that kiss…he buries his face in his hands and groans. Kissing you is all he has ever dreamed of, yet he stayed still like a dumbass when it finally happened. He is so lame-you make him so lame. Guess tomorrow would be his chance to redeem himself.