#professor blueberry milk

[rawazoir]

Beast's Pre-corruption designs

To be honest i kind of think Burning Spice pre-corruption design is boring-like i really anticipated more design differences than just different clothes, but when i tried to design/redesign I didn't have much to go of so i mostly just went of from my own personal headcannons lol

Knowing from the Beast Quest, she was apparently very kind and generous to an extend she was taken advantage of by others so ig i just went with making her look simple and shyish?

Also these three particular are siblings cause i said so /j

[shaadowmilkcookie]

aahhh AAHHHHH!!!!! OMG OMGOMG ohhh fuck i am eating SO WELL!!!!

SAME @ the blueberry academy theory ITS MY FAVOURITE… like cmon.. a nerd turning into a theatre kid?? its only natural <3. blueberry milk is such a cute name too, so bonus points!!! ......anything is an improvement from Shadow Milk though. i've got him on the mind so much that ive forgotten how silly of a name it is for the... uninitiated o|-<

also i cannot emphasize enough the Noise that left me at 'tizzy in the wizzy' like asjdkjfgj???? THATS SO GOOD LOL

the way u've set him up as so passionate and dedicated to his work is literally SOOO SO SO FCKN CUTE I'm really obsessed asjdhfsjf!!!!! ohhh el wiwi… its so good so perfect….. and him being the. h. i tried to type 'hangout organizer' and wrote agonizer insteaDJLSFKJGNLKH christ!!! BUT THAT ONES SOOOO SO SWEET wait omg tea mention……god bless.. he's just like me fr

OUHAHI;SDFFLKJGJKZ////????????????? SRRY I JUST GOT TO THE PART ON THE CORRUPTION??? oh that is so MEAN……… sick and fucked and twisted… And I Love It <3. i hadn't thought on it before how horrifying it'd be to be the last one, completely helpless despite all of your efforts and knowledge…. man. man that's rly good. i need a drink. AND THE MAKING LIES INTO AN ART TRHINGG?? STOPPP FUCK I LOVE THAT SO MUCHHH devsis HIRE THIS GUY IMMEDIATELY!!!!! that's such a fun way to go about it omg.. he would approve 10/10

THANK U……. please imagine me printing this all out and putting it in a paper shredder and eating it like cereal <333!!!!!! (said with the most positive tone imaginable)

does anyone have any lore...trivia.. headcanons... funfacts.. abt their own takes on pre-corruption shadow milk...!!!

i'm working on my own right now, its so fun, and i'd love to see what other people have come up with!!!

...and make sure i'm not TOO horribly off the mark asdjfjgjhgs

[tinycheesecakedetective]

Character Files #1: Blueberry Milk Cookie

Hello again! It's been a while. Today I'd like to waffle on about Blueberry for a bit. If you'll allow me to. In the past I discussed his trajectory, but I wanted to take the opportunity to update a few things and add some fun details. This post is meant to cover Blueberry's past. What will become of his kingdom will be discussed when I get to the aftermath of the Dark Flour War. Now let's begin! ~~~~~

Personality & Early Life Blueberry Milk is a scholar with a taste for thrill and has an insatiable curiosity. He's kind to others, however he has a tendency to be overdramatic and cocky. He always pushes beyond boundaries despite the consequences or risks it may pose. He's an adventurer specifically because he found traditional studying too boring and would much rather get his hands dirty with experiments. But before Blueberry Milk became the illustrious founder of the republic, he was just a student at the Parfaedia Institute of Magic. Many teachers considered him a prodigy due to his prowess and intelligence, however others dreaded teaching him due to his penchant for troublemaking.

He would graduate at the age of 17, and took on a job as a professor before quitting years later. Many would cite a lack of stakes as one of the reasons for his departure, though that was common knowledge to anyone that was close to him. Blueberry Milk would then become an independent researcher, exploring the world and doing field research.

The Kingdom's Beginnings With months of travelling under his belt, it became very clear that he needed somewhere to store all of his findings. Initially he planned to establish it back at Parfaedia, but found it too stifling for him. So he packed all of his things and began moving north. Some old colleagues heard about this and followed suit, joining him up north in what would be called "The Land of the Studious." Alongside his colleagues, they established The Congregation, a meeting hall where they could all discuss the progress made with each of their projects.

Over time, more cookies heard of this place up north and had began seeking it out to perform their own personal projects. The Land of the Studious became known among Parfaedians as a wizard's getaway, a place where students could perform magic more freely than in the Institute. With the surge of visitors, the Gelato Villas were built for incoming travelers and eventually permanent residents, and the Wafer Train Station was built soon after for easier access to and from Parfaedia, and a new school began construction. As the area expanded more and more, the Land of the Studious had changed from a small community of scientists to a bustling city-state. The Congregation evolved, with the original founders becoming council members and gaining more political power over time. Soon even the name itself had changed, now being known as New Yogurt City.

A City in Crisis As the city developed, Parfaedia began to recognize NYC as a legitimate entity outside of "tourist destination." With competition on the rise, the magic city was forced to evolve to stay relevant. More technology was implemented into daily life as a result, with new experimental magic being tested. It was all going well until everything came screeching to a halt.

The incident happened outside of the institute. It started as a few electrical malfunctions inside some of the classrooms before quickly spreading to the rest of the building. Strange rifts opened inside one of the classrooms before letting in a legion of cake monsters. Even with all wizards pushing back, they were unable to stop the rifts. More appeared, wreaking havoc across the magic city. In a final attempt to get outside help, the wizards looked to the legendary beacons and lit them.

Dozens of wizards saw the lights and answered the call, including Blueberry Milk. With additional backup, they all began to go around the city, fighting the cake armies with staffs and wands. The city lit up with magic spells and potions as the streets were enveloped with smoke. For a moment, it looked like victory was near for the wizards, until the smoke parted with a mighty shriek.

Flying over them was their last and greatest opponent: the roll cake hydra. A horrible beast with cream cheese frosting bleeding through it's teeth and seven heads to boot. While the wizards and townsfolk fought long and hard, it kept coming back harder and more angry. The terrible beast forced them to retreat into the nearby forests.

A Glimmer of Hope Tired and exhausted, the cookies tended to their wounds. Many of them had passed out from spending too much mana, and others didn't know how much longer they could go on. Splitting from the group, Blueberry Milk wandered through the woods. He began flippantly going through spell after spell, trying to find one that could stop this before he never could. In his darkest moment, a voice beckoned to him. He tried to find the source, moving further inside before it spoke again.

It asked him if he was truly determined to save Parfaedia, and he responded with a nod. Sensing his desperation, the voice offered him a deal. It would give him the power he needed to stop the hydra in exchange for defending Earthbread as a whole. With dwindling options, he agreed, and his powers were amplified. Using his newfound strength, he left to face the hydra alone.

The fight was intense. Standing in front of the hydra armed with only his staff, he launched the first blow. Taken aback by the sudden attack, the hydra was struck, backing up before lunging it's heads at the cookie.

Move.

Blueberry Milk jumped out of the way, heart racing as he looked down at his hands. He felt sharper, quicker. The hydra tried again, snapping it's neck at him as it attempted to swallow him whole.

Roll.

His body acted on impulse, rolling away from it before sending a shockwave at the monster's body. A direct hit. A grin curled up onto his face as his teammates returned, mouths agape in shock.

Again.

The fight raged on as Blueberry Milk effortlessly weaved through each attack while dealing blow after heavy blow. More onlookers came, cheering him on as the hydra grew tired and sloppy. Another set of attacks came as he pushed the hydra into a corner.

Once more.

Pouring his remaining mana into his staff, he sent one final attack aimed at the hydra's chest. The hydra, desperate to live, fought back with all it's remaining strength, but it would be of no use. The attack speared through it's chest, pushing it back into a wall before it erupted in a beautiful collage of colors and sounds.

His finest work yet. And one that made him faint. His body was quickly ushered into a recovery room. When he woke up, he found himself surrounded by friends and acquaintances. If he didn't shoo them away, they would have killed him with kindness. He also wouldn't have noticed the gleaming blue gem resting on his chest.

The Aftermath Since the attack, Parfaedia immediately began reconstruction efforts, and with the help of the NYC was able to recover almost completely. After intense discussion and meetings, the two cities agreed to join under one entity as the New Yogurt Republic. The new republic recognized the efforts of the brave wizards that defended Parfaedia as heroes, and Blueberry especially began to grow in popularity. He was eventually appointed as the leader of the republic, with a new and improved council by his side, and with their combined efforts helped to usher in a new golden age for both cities.

For now.

Blueberry Milk, now a wielder of the soul jam of hope, began doing research into how exactly it worked. He knew that it helped him during the fight, but something about it felt.. foreign. But Blueberry wasn't one to give up, and he began to seek out others like him for his research. His curiosity knew no bounds, and he was determined to unlock the secrets of the soul jam.

[slurpeefrom711]

I dunno if anyone had pointed this out but y'know what these two have in common??

They both hold the Virtue of Deceit and Silence, which both can be used to hide the truth

One can choose to cover up the truth by shifting it into something its not, hence the name Deceit

While the other one can cover up the truth by choosing to not speak of anything, hence the name Silence.

(well the theory was supposed to end here but ideas came so I'll just keep going-)

Before corruption, Shadow Milk and Silent Salt held the Virtue of Knowledge and Solidarity, and then they turned into Deceit and Silence.

What could they possibly be hiding for them to be corrupted?

Jumping into headcanon territory here, my personal theory is that in Smilk's case he realized that having too much knowledge on anything can cause you to be hella powerful so he started sharing some misinformation to balance things out (this is heavily tied to my hc that Smilk was the founder of blueberry yogurt academy, like bro was literally a professor there)

Meanwhile in Ssalt's case (assuming they're a king of their own kingdom, and was on good terms with literally every other kingdom leader there was) (cuz solidarity),, they knew so much political drama bullshit that they succumbed into silence to not cause war and conflict

Thank you for coming to my ted talk, sorry if I worded some of these weirdly i kent spik inglish

[cheesecakemermaid1048]

Shadow Milk - Professor of Blueberry Academy

Mystic Flour - Probably a priestess

Eternal Sugar - Musician/bard

Burning Spice - Probably the only one with a kingdom

Silent Salt - Former faerie knight

Personally,I see eternal sugar filling in-similar role to mystic flour.Granting whatever cookie heart desires for true happiness. Also I highly doubt silent salt is former faerie knight,it wouldn't make much sense to me.

However nice theory!

[amitiagailec]

Wowie what's this? Me active in Tumblr (and Discord again??)

I am still uncertain how I want to go with this but I am motivated by the idea of making an AU in CRK. Look if you want content you gotta make em yourself.

Not much is decided but here's the idea so far:

Fragment!AU. SM is named Ternate Milk Cookie/Fragment!SM

•Inspired from how a part of WL (or WL herself now) "survived"/stayed lingering despite DE, I just decided maybe the Beasts will have a manifestation of their own, be it just remnants/manifestations of them that continues to walk Earthbread despite their true selves being sealed.

Just as how the soul jams can kinda imitate and preserve the will of their holders it seemed, I think they'd be somewhat like that in that regard, in the middle of the Darkness and Light of the Virtues.

•TM Cookie as manifestation of SM is often at Ghost City and Blueberry Yogurt Academy, because of connection to his past, a continuation of what he started as the Virtue, and the source of power/dimension of this place.

•There's also SM's territory in Beast Yeast. But he doesn't always do so.

•This decreased after PV inherited the Light of Truth, but not completely.

•Every headmaster of the academy is aware of TM. From every predecessor to a new one he is to be regarded as a "guest" providing him things when he needed it, and only be cautious when he is displaying...tendencies. Every once in a while, some professors would find an unknown Cookie wandering the school and disappearing before they could find him. Most times they'd forget but the quiet rumor of a ghost lingers from time to time.

•Students when familiar are very much warned when they were found to have seen or interacted with him for there have been a few cases of...luring.

•Despite the wariness, TM still provides support every once in awhile. Correcting formulas for spells and potions by professors, returning books to the library when someone forgot and often arranging them, making suggestions to the headmasters themselves, and teaching young cookies when they passed by him. The last one be how he will bond with a certain Cookie.

•As a manifestation, TM cannot interact with anything in his surroundings unless he puts his effort into it, drawing from what energy and magic he can, another reason why the place is important. Appearing alone draws a lot from him if he were anywhere else.

•He can recall what knowledge he still has from before, but anything related to Beast Yeast, his comrades, and his own deeds are always blocked from his mind. Any trigger makes him uncomfortable. He'd eventually forget that happened.

•TM is still connected to his real self SM, who would often show when his attitude changes. Just another way of SM to interact and spectate outside of his prison, mostly showing when his expression darkens. What TM forgets, SM remembers very well.

[sundove88]

The Cookie Chonk Chart!!

So recently, @thetropicalfairy and I have had a discussion about which Cookies would be considered chonky- and here is the entire list! And the pic was made by her as well.

Note: Some OCs will be on this list- and some folks not shown in the pic will be as well. If there’s anyone you want to add to the list, that’s ok!

A Fine Boi (Somewhat Chubby): Herb, Churro, Aloe, Gold Citrine, Okchun, Elderberry (OC), Sable, Icicle Yeti, Grapefruit, Tiramisu, Habanero, Bubbles Dragon (OC), Snapdragon, Blueberry Pie, Lilybell, Pecan Brownie (OC), Grandberry Brawler 1/Glimmerberry, Grandberry Brawler 2/Grapeberry, Honorable Paladin Trainee/White Choco Chip, Serious Paladin Trainee/Vanilla Bundt Cake, Kouign Amann, Caramel Arrow, Silverbell, GingerBrave, Dizzy Cookie/Gorgonzola, SuperCar Cookies 1 and 2/Emmental Cheese and Cambozola, Partay Cookies/Swiss Cheese and Raclette, Blue Slushy, Xylitol Nova, Shadow Milk, Eternal Sugar, Mystic Flour, Burning Spice, Silent Salt, Golden Cheese, White Lily, Bumbleberry,

He Chomnk (Mostly Chubby): Dark Cacao, Crunchy Chip (Post Odyssey), Ice Candy, Olive, Strawberry, Custard III, Rye, Cream Puff, Cherry, Blueberry, Pinecone, Amber Sugar, Sea Fairy, Walnut, Cherry Ball, Zombie, Frilled Jellyfish, Carrot, Cotton, Milky Way, Hero, Canele, Mille-Feuille, Vanilla Sugar, Longan Dragon, Buttercream Choco, Pancake, Tea Knight, Tarte Tatin, Captain Caviar, Milkshake (OC), Snowfall Villager/Cashmere, Kind Villager/Poplin, Pumpkin, Parfaedia Principal/Deluxe Sundae, Creme Knights Preceptor/Chantilly Cream, Scovillia Headmaster/Hot Pot, Berry Parfaedia Student/Berry Compote, Citrus Parfaedia Student/Marmalade, Prune Juice, Captain Caviar, Tangerine Tanghulu, WildBerry, Timekeeper, Pure Vanilla, Mango, Muscle, Cranberry,

A Heckin’ Chonker (Very Chubby): Lord Oyster, Mozzarella, Royalberry, Princess, Tiger Lily, Milk, Beet, Yogurt Cream, Cocoa, Chocolate Bon Bon, Mocha Ray, Bacon, Pastel Meringue, Cheesecake, Red Bean, S’More, Frosted Choco (OC), Choco Malt (OC), Coconut Choco (OC), Turtle Brownie (OC), Fudge Ice Cream (OC), Snow Sugar, Ananas Dragon, Vagabond, Gelato (OC), Choco Milk (OC), Second Watcher/Choco Chunk, Grandberry Merchant 1/Blueberry Muffin, Grandberry Merchant 2/Honeyberry, Grandberry Merchant 3/Pinkberry, Spicy Scovillia Student/Army Stew, Hot Scovillia Student/Spicy Rosè, Sauna Egg, Golden Cheese Kingdom Citizen 2/Manchego, Space Doughnut,

H E F T Y C H O N K (Extremely Chubby): Avocado, Hollyberry, Princess Professor Mimolette (OC), Prince Professor Cavatappi (OC), Mala Sauce, Capsaicin, Moon Rabbit (Mostly due to her huge rabbit form), Peperoncino, Potato, Eden Dragon (OC), Dark Choco (After he left The Cookies of Darkness), Macaron, Abalone, Lotus Dragon, Spinach, Half Avocado, Hot Mala Warrior/Spicy Noodle Cookie, Spicy Mala Warrior/Chili Sauce Cookie, Mangosteen (Lychee’s Disguise),

M E G A C H O N K E R (Seriously Chubby): Lychee Dragon, Affogato (Post Episode 14), Elder Custard, Affogato’s Disciple 1/Cortado, Affogato’s Disciple 2/Galao, Pumpkin Spice Latte (OC), Mysterious Priest/Compound Choco, Marble Bread, Plain Yogurt,

O H L A W D H E C O M I N (The Chubbiest of All): Pitaya Dragon, Eggnog, Gatekeeper Cookie/Couverture, Stink Eye Tortuca,

[ostrich-party]

𓅦Todays Cals:𓅦

Breakfast: skipped

Lunch: rice cake with light laughing cow cheese, Chobani sugar free yogurt, Celsius energy drink, blueberries - 85 cals

Dinner: Progresso light potato soup with a small amount of cheese added - 240 cals

Snacks: natures premium fruit pearls, Chobani sugar free yogurt, sugar free jello - 120 cals

Extra: piece of sugar free gum, milk for my tea - 11 cals

Total: 456 cals

Was feeling extra snacky today as you can tell but still met my goal of being under 500 cals! I have a potluck tomorrow in my abnormal psych class (my super cool professor is doing that instead of a final) and I’m bringing a veggie tray so nobody notices I’m not eating but I’ll still be eating low calorie.

[the-lovely-cambion]

Shadow Milk Cookie Analysis (Part 1: The Motif and Possible Backstory)

For some weird reason, I always ponder on why Shadow Milk Cookie has this clown? jester? performer motif. Yeah sure it’s meant to show that he’s somewhat of an actor that exaggerates stories to deceit cookies, but how come he’s shown as this performer persona in the first place. Most of the other beasts (that have been released so far) have shown to have motifs that show off religion and some sort of myth or legend.

So far, there hasn’t been any information on what Shadow Milk Cookie’s design is actually inspired by or what it actually symbolizes outside of the jester imagery, so it’s most likely that he’s the odd one of out of all the beasts (this is just from speculation since the other two beasts, that being Eternal Sugar Cookie and Silent Salt Cookie, aren’t yet released. So we don’t actually know yet if Shadow Milk Cookie is just the only odd one or not since he’ll be released next year). I might delve deeper on what could possibly be the inspiration of Shadow Milk Cookie and the symbolism it shows, but i’m not too sure yet.

Another thing to note is what his design will symbolize in his backstory on how he became what he is today. Since both Mystic Flour Cookie and Burning Spice Cookie have elements of their designs, based on the cultures they were inspired by, to be part of their backstories (Mystic Flour being a bodhisattva and Burning Spice being a deity). For Shadow Milk Cookie, we haven’t seen what he may represent (from what we have seen so far). Although, fans have depicted him being a scholar or professor (from what I can perceive) at Blueberry Yogurt Academy since both are connected with one another. But how does that fit with him being a jester?

I did some more digging and I think I found something that may be tied with Shadow Milk Cookie’s backstory. It’s possible that he may be the founder of the academy since (from what I can see) both his past design shown it the “An Ancient Force Awakens” video and the lost portrait relic, it’s possible that the two are related. Plus, it was stated in the lost portrait relic that the name of the founder was worn down. So there’s a high chance that may be him.

I still need to dig deeper into this, but I wanna see what you guys think about what his character design may symbolize and what his backstory may be.

[somegirlontheinternet135]

After playing through the new update and getting a feel for Shadow Milk Cookie's personality, he slowly began to remind me of a certain film, but couldn't remember what the name was. . . I found out about the film in an analysis video on a different topic, but the name was just on the tip of my tongue. . .

Only after rewatching the same video, and doing some more research was when I realized, "Oh that's why they're so familiar!"

Call me crazy but I think Shadow Milk was inspired by " The Blue Angel" by "Heinrich Mann." For context(spoiler warning), this 1930s film is about a man descending into madness, from a prominent professor to deranged clown(See what I'm getting at here?)

So far, there are already quite similarities we can from the film and game, as well as some of Shadow Milk's behaviors. Possibly the biggest similarities are his associations with the Blueberry Academy, as well as the Shadow Milk's old role as the Cookie of Knowledge

With these roles established, it's heavily implied that Shadow Milk Cookie at some point an or was a professor at the Blueberry Academy, much like the main character of "The Blue Angel"

But now's the million dollar question of, what does this all mean? 🤔 Well, I think this likely paints us a picture of Shadow Milk's backstory, and how he became corrupted in the first place. Might I direct us the final things I wanna mention, starting with the first trailer for Beast Yeast, where Shadow Milk is the last shown to be corrupted

If I'm right about this, it's likely that SM's descended in madness, after losing his friends one by one. Which would make sense to how he speaks about them in the actual update, caring deeply about them despite what happened. . .

Anyways, that's all I have at the moment, please tell what you guys think

Be on the lookout for others projects

And stay tuned^^

[pure-vanilla-lilies]

Lemon Lily Cookie (Lily Orchid Cookie) & Blueberry Milk Cookie (Shadow Milk Cookie)

There both professors at the academy:3

[rawazoir]

Pre-Corruption Shadow Milk Cookie

So here's my design for pre corruption ShadowMilk- also I headcannon his pre-corruption name to have been Professor Blueberry Milk Cookie (bc-he probably was the one to be the founder of the Blueberry Yogurt Academy)

And yeah pre-corruption #eldershadow / #shadowfearie is mentioned

[dandelionsandderivatives]

Tagged by @batrachised to list five comfort characters! I had to think about this one for a while, which is why it's coming rather late. 1. Hannah Tupper from The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I reread this book a lot as a teenager. It's about loneliness and homesickness and making unexpected friends, and it felt very relevant to my life back then. Hannah's cottage (that floods every year) is a quintessentially comforting place in-universe, and so I think she deserves the title of Comfort Character in this Comfort Book. 10/10 would eat blueberry cake and drink milk with. 2. Miss Pettigrew, of Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day (movie; haven't yet read the book). Both in the sense that I think she'd be a very cheering and heartening person to be around, and in the sense that the movie is a great pick-me-up and she's its main character.

3. Sir Percy Blakeney, baronet, of The Scarlet Pimpernel (both book and movie versions; I prefer the 80s version to the 30s version). He's dashing, he's daring, and he wants to go to parties and recite bad poetry at people. I love him. (Marguerite also counts as a comfort character, but I think Sir Percy slightly edges her out.)

4. Bertie Wooster, of the Jeeves books. Ever willing to uphold the honor of the Woosters and come to the aid of an injured friend or aunt, Bertie is honorable and kind, if somewhat deficient in other areas. His greatest achievement is his Scripture Knowledge prize. He wears socks of intricate and baroque design. Would love to have a gin-and-tonic with him.

5. Muggles, of The Gammage Cup. Again, a solidly comfortable person to be around, who'd make peppermint candy for you and then help you build a fish-trap. And following @batrachised's example, I will add one problematic addition: 6. (Professor) Harold Hill from The Music Man. Is he a horrible person? Yes. Does he lie, cheat, and steal? Yes. Do I go absolutely crazy for his (fairly small) redemption arc? Also yes. I have multiple acquaintances who hate this movie/play because of Harold Hill's actions, and I can't blame them, but he's my ultimate Villain Fave. I look on him as the teenagers in 2012 looked upon Loki.

Edit: forgot to tag people! Let's see; we'll tag @clevermird, @lurking-latinist, and @melliabee . No pressure, of course, if you're not feeling it!

[kdyism]

CARROT & STICKS

pairing — doyoung x reader

genre — friends-to-lovers, fantasy, magic-café!au, college!au

wc. 4040 / warn. non

synopsis — after hearing a rumour on campus about a magical café that sells potions as baked goods or drinks, kim doyoung decides to take his friend to try one and the situation turns like a carrot & stick

yunan speaks — written as part of the summer event hosted by nct-writers and thank you very much @jeonwonhi and @give-seconds​ for beta-reading for me and helping me with this fic! i appreciate is greatly <3 reblogs + comments <3

CAFE RESONANCE OFFERS FREE CARROT CAKES; LOVE POTION FOR FIRST TASTING

SIDE EFFECTS MAY BE; repulsion to desired objects, places, persons & more for exactly six hours until effects wear off

10:10 AM, 04 JUNE

The number of times you found yourself staring at the mirror, seeing yourself and repeating a mantra of ‘friends, friends,’ with your eyes tightly shut, was growing in numbers. Your phone blared from the living room, the familiar sound of your friend, Doyoung’s voice, singing your favourite song invaded your ears and pulled you away from your thoughts, skipping to the living room after you finally get ready for the day.

You didn’t have any early morning classes today, it was a free morning because your professor wasn’t there, and there wasn’t an assistant teacher either. And so, Doyoung decided it was the perfect day to visit the cafe so many of your juniors were recommending. Right after his class, he ran over to the building built with red bricks, two large windows, and posters stuck from the inside. He could see the small crowd from across the street as he waited for you. It was said by his juniors that they sold potions and sorts that were baked to look like goods or drinks. He didn’t believe in it at first, but the stories were too many to look past, and he wanted to see your reaction to a potion disguised as your favourite dessert, cake.

“Ah, Doie!” he heard your panting, sweet voice right beside him, and you were crouching to your knees, taking short breaths while looking at him with an easy smile, “Hey,” you said, exasperatedly.

Blinking at you, Doyoung rolled his eyes because you were always like this. Being late was your middle name; you were always ten minutes late, never less or more, as if you had a timer on you. He helped you stand straight as you collected your breath, and as you leaned against his side, he grunted.

“You were supposed to be here at ten,” Doyoung sighed, pulling you along with him across the street to the cafe, and your eyes skimmed through the headboard of the cafe.

“Cafe Resonance?” you read quizzically and pushed the door open with him. The splash of colours, mustard yellow, green, and navy, felt like a breath of fresh air, a youthful atmosphere was poignant; of course, you didn’t mean it in a bad way, but it was almost pungent, you want to be young again, kind of.

“Hello, we’ll have a medium cup of milk coffee, extra sugar with oat milk and an iced americano, extra ice please,” Doyoung said, leaning on his elbows over the counter, and you nod as he got your order right, as always.

The person at the counter looked to be very young, with honey skin, warm brown eyes, and he smiled widely, passed the order back, and told the two of you to take a seat until the buzzer rings except he didn’t give you a buzzer. Doyoung nodded in return, taking a menu from the counter, and you followed him to a two-seater in front of the glass wall. You watched as his eyes skimmed through the menu, his eyes subtly changing every few seconds, and then you ask, “What about dessert?”

“I am looking for a new flavour,” he said in a flat tone. “Ever had carrot cake? They’re giving it out for free today,” he asked, locking eyes with you, and you shook your head, a glint of joy flashing in your eyes. You loved trying new cake flavours, and you have a new favourite cake every month because of that.

Doyoung smiled subtly, calling over a young boy with blueberry hair, and adds the carrot cake to-go. Humming thoughtfully, you remember the charm of this cafe and ask excitedly, “Is this cake a potion too?”

Tilting his head, Doyoung blinked, turning the pages of the menu while trailing, “It’s supposed to be… but, uh, it’s not given what it does.” looking up at you, he shrugs and adds, “Only side effects,”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you grunt when you note the way he squinted his eyes, still turning over the menu, and you swiped it away from his hands, saying, “I know you want to see my reaction to the potion, one is enough,” Doyoung laughed, no, he scoffed and shook his head, taking back the menu. “We need to try a fun one,” he said.

“Aha, Doie, let’s see who’ll have fun,”

12:00 AM, 04 JUNE

Moistening his lips, Doyoung ran his tongue over his bottom lip while watching you from across the room, getting ready to eat the carrot cake you bought this morning. You said you’ll have it after your afternoon lecture, and, unfortunately, you got separated into groups for an assignment, and he was sitting across the room with his group while you were sitting near the wall on the other end.

Taking your sweet time, you take a sip of water from your tumbler and open the pretty yellow bow containing a piece of carrot cake; it was quite small, with white icing all around and cute carrots drawn on top. You took a picture and uploaded it to your social media—as the boy from the cafe had asked you to—a sigh escaped your lips as a glee filled you at the thought of having the first sugar fix of the day.

“Senior! I have an extra milk carton, do you want it?”

Turning around at the sound of the voice, you saw a junior from your group holding out a blue carton of milk, and you give her an easy smile, taking it with a high-pitched thank you.

Doyoung doesn’t understand how you always got stuff from others. You had a charm or an air about you that makes people want to take care of you. Not to say that wasn’t the case for him too, but it was odd; the way a simple carton of milk would make you this happy and that someone was always buying an extra one; that is also your favourite brand and bring it over to you.

Taking the plastic spoon that came with the cake, you breathe in the smell of artificial vanilla on the icing as your lips  pulled to a tight smile, “AH, it smells delicious!” you hum, your eyes looking for Doyoung across the hall and as you made eye contact with him, you suddenly felt self-conscious. How long has he been watching you with those focused eyes? Raising your brows at him, you showed him your phone and exaggeratedly mouthed, “Check your phone,” and Doyoung nodded, taking out his phone as the silent ping sounds and your name appears on his message bubble with the picture of your cake attached, earning a subtle chuckle from him and he sent back an emoji, glancing at your smiling face that melts his heart into goo.

“Hmm,” you hummed, the cake melting on your tongue as soon as you took a bite. Swallowing it, you could immediately taste the vanilla and chunks of carrot; it tasted sweet, but you coughed it out, churning your face and wiping your tongue with your hand leaving Doyoung confused as he was still watching you. He decided to call you, hurriedly pressing on the call button; his voice filled the room sending his eyes wide. He forgot what your ringtone was for a second, and his cheeks burned, blinking away from you when you didn’t answer.

Doyoung froze; the cold stiffness in the air overcame him, the way you pushed away the rest of the cake, looking grossed-out by your own ringtone and not even sparing him a glance.

“Wha… what’s going on?”

13:23 PM, 04 JUNE

As soon as the lecture was over, you dumped the cake into the garbage and jogged out of class to grab a drink, your throat felt parched; like thorns were growing inside and suffocating you. You entered the nearest cafe, the dull browns seeming warmer than usual, and you found yourself confused. What did you want to order?

“What are you waiting for?” you heard, side glancing over your shoulder, blinking confusedly as the man behind you sighed heavily and swaggered, as if he knew you, to your side.

Kim Dongyoung, you do know him, but your chest burns, bubbling a red emotion that wasn’t pleasant, and you warily move aside, “You can order first,” you said.

“I can order yours, wait for me at the cafeteria,” he said, slowly smiling, and you take a step back, narrowing your eyes at him.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you swept your hair back with a strained smile and fake a laugh, “I can order for myself,” you said, your eyes curling, and you press your body again the counter, ordering, “One black coffee-to-go, thank you,”

You saw the way he let out a confused noise, knitting his brows, and you ask sharply, “What?”

“You don’t like black coffee…?” he notes, and you unconsciously nod, but you shake your head and strut away, rolling your eyes.

Why does he think he knows you? Does he know you? Your body feels comfortable beside him; the warmth radiating off his skin blends with yours naturally, but somehow, your mind unclicks everything to do with him, and your taste pallet definitely doesn’t like bitter tastes. Why did you order black coffee? Sighing, you stood in the second line waiting for your order, and you felt his eyes on you.

“Dude!” Doyoung hissed, crossing his arms and walking to you. “Did I do something? Again?” he asked, why did he say 'again?’ you wonder, but you click your tongue and retort, “Doyoung, please… don’t act so familiar,”

“We ar —”

“N-no, shh, don’t,” you interrupted him and held your hands over your ears, shaking your head harshly, “I don’t want to hear it.”

Doyoung blinked, his eyes trailing behind you as you switched lanes away from him, and he asked himself, “Did she just… shut me out?”

📷

14:39 PM, 04 JUNE

He was right. You winced and dropped your black coffee into the garbage as soon as you enter the cafeteria.

You sighed for the nth time, your lungs felt heated for some reason as you dragged your feet to the cafeteria on campus, and you could feel drills in the back of your head—his gaze never left you. You felt an overwhelming feeling of familiarity; you didn’t like him. You don’t like him, and you want to get away except your heart was beating and your cheeks were burning. Did you enjoy his attention? Your mind was telling you no. His wide eyes annoy you; please look away, you wanted to say. Glancing behind you as you sat on the furthest table from the windows, you see him walking, still walking until he was in front of you, and he scoffed, sitting opposite to you.

“What are you doing?” Doyoung asked, his tone too comfortable for someone who didn’t like him.

“No… Why are you here? Go away,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him. It felt like he was supposed to be there, in front of you, no. “We are not friends, Kim Doyoung,” you said sharply, eye wide like saucers.

“Yes, we are,” Doyoung rolled his eyes, taking out a file from his black backpack that looked just like yours. Blue with your name written on it, “Why do you have my business file?” you voiced your thought, and he pushed it across the table to you, shaking his head, “You left it at my place,”

You’ve been to his place? A shiver ran down your spine, furrowing brows as you think hard to figure out when you had ever been to his place. You frown deeply, you couldn’t remember, but it didn’t feel implausible. You looked up and stared at him, “Are we close?” you asked, tilting your head.

The buzz of the cafeteria faded away as you stared intensely at him. His dishevelled hair looked greasy, his beige jacket looked overused, and the silver, chained bracelet on his wrists didn’t suit him. His rabbit-like munching as he ate his food was annoying, and you feel like you didn’t think any of that except you did. He looks beautiful. Your chest tightens, but he isn’t. He wasn’t your type.

“Of course!” he said through his food. “If we weren’t, do you think I’d have lunch with you, stupid?”

“Ah, then—”

“Also,” he interrupts you, knitting his brows, “You didn’t like the carrot cake,” he said.

“I don’t like cake,” you said, and Doyoung coughed, his face turned blue, sending you into a panic mode. He punched himself on his chest and gulped harshly before asking, “You don’t like cake? What the hell? The next thing I know, you don’t like milk now too.”

“I don’t though?” you mumbled, standing up from your chair and forced a smile, “I am off, please don’t follow me,”

“Yah! We have plans!” Doyoung shouted quietly, stumbling out of his chair and gripping onto your wrist. You laughed, awkwardly pushing his hand off you and shake your head, “Haha, I don’t think so?” you scratch your forehead, taking cautious steps backwards, leaving him confused, his jaws slackened, watching you rush out.

“What?”

16:12 PM, 04 JUNE

Doyoung walked home, kicking the concrete on the way, and his heartfelt hollow.

He went to the cafe once more to figure out whether your behaviour was the effect of the cake and not to his surprise, it was. It doesn’t mean he understood though, is this a good thing for him or not? Is this funny or not? He knows he doesn’t enjoy this situation because there is a void in the shape of you right now.

Too early to be going home alone, he thought, pausing on his walk to his apartment and pulled out his phone, pressing on your caller id, and pressed his phone against his ear. Usually, you answered his calls on the third beep, but it rings, ringing and ringing until the call cuts itself. Biting his lip, he blinked, scoffing at himself; this was like a carrot and stick situation, he thought.

His apartment is an extension of his emotions; everything is in pairs as if he has a roommate.

At five, he had a reservation at your favourite 3-star restaurant. It wasn’t much, but it was the most he could get you as a college-going student whose only side job was tutoring. After collecting his paycheck for a month, he could finally take you out on a disguise date, and now, you didn’t like him.

He didn’t ask for this. Okay, maybe he did. But this was just stupid, and a potion like this was dumb too. Dislike what you normally like? That sounds like it’s a, he didn’t know, he just didn’t like it. Did you like him enough to hate him? Or did you like him only enough to not spend your lunch with him? He could be chasing a carrot by confessing now, or it could be a stick. Maybe you like him just as a really close friend.

“I am coming in!” he heard, the door to his apartment opening once again right as he entered.

“Taeyong…” he whined, calling his friend’s name, and his eyes moistened simultaneously as his body gave out over the sofa. “I feel so… stupid.”

“When have you not been?” Taeyong asked, skipping his way into his kitchen. “I need some sugar. I ran out just now,” he said, opening the cabinets and pulling out a container that was probably yours and pouring some sugar into it while studying his friend who was flailing on the sofa with the whinest expression ever.

“What happened?” he asked. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he propped himself on his elbows over the kitchen counter.

Doyoung’s eyes almost touched each other due to his furrowing, and he cried, “Y/n doesn’t like me!”

Taeyong prevented himself from rolling his eyes and asked, “Elaborate?”

“We went to the… magic cafe.”

“Cafe Resonance?”

“Yes, and we got this new cake they were giving out for free, and guess what its effect is?” Doyoung paused, his eyes wide urging him to guess for real and Taeyong replied, “She doesn’t like…you?”

“It makes you not like what you like!” Doyoung shrieked, slamming his head back on the sofa and groaning, “What does this mean for me!”

“I feel like… you want me to beat you up,” Taeyong scoffed, tucking the container with sugar between his elbow and chest and guided himself to the door again and says, “If she doesn’t like you because of the cake, doesn’t that mean she likes you without it? Take it how you want, but that means you’ve got a chance”

“Only a chance?”

17:57 PM, 04 JUNE

It was like a black hole in your head. The events of the day make your head dizzy; time is not real and everything is blended together. The bitter taste of black coffee comes back to your throat, leaving you to feel nauseous, and the bitterness translates to your memory of Doyoung. Lifting your heavy body off your bed, stretching, your eyes drift to the white clock he had bought for you, and you choked on your spit reading the time read five fifty-eight, “FUCKING HELL I AM SO FUCKING LATE!” you screamed, stumbling off your head and grabbing your phone hurriedly calling Doyoung. He doesn’t answer, which earned another string of curses from you.

“No,” you took a sharp breath, “We don’t curse in this household. We calm down and be nice,” you said to yourself, throwing on a quick outfit.

Rushing, staggering, and tripping over yourself to the restaurant he had reserved especially for you, you hope he was still there. An hour is a long time to wait; you are never this late. You want to see him. Your body felt lighter than ever as you ran through the night and your shoulders bumping into people;, you didn’t care. You heard the sound of a phone ring, the buzzing in your hand confusing you as you blink at your phone, panting heavily. Your ringtone was not Doyoung singing.

“Doie!” you panted, “I am so sorry! I am an hour late!”

“I can see you,” his voice was closer than you expected, and you raised your eyes up, turning to your side. The restaurant was in front of him, and he was in front of you, “Hi,” he said, his palm facing you and his expression long.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, “Is it because I am an hour late?” you asked again, pressing your side against his arm and pouting at him with worried eyes.

Doyoung had a habit of not telling you his worries, and you have a habit of forcing it out of him. Rolling your eyes, you pulled him with you into the restaurant; greeted by the familiar receptionist who knew your face, and gladly guided you to your table, the restaurant’s aesthetic was just your kind. Warm orange, blue and green filled the scape, and it was decorated to the nth. Finding this place was like a gem to Doyoung because you never recommend this place to anyone, but you always wanted an eating partner. Meeting you here and being classmates meant you could make him your dining partner, and he could befriend you.

“If you don’t speak up, I’ll leave,” you smiled sheepishly, making him sit before sitting across him under the lit chandelier.

“Do you like black coffee?” Doyoung asked, his eyes dark, and you scoffed, laughing at him, “Of course not! Doie, you know my order!” you grin, “Why?”

“Do you like cake?” he asked, gulping harshly and you nodded firmly, “You know that too,” you said, tilting your head to the side curiously, and he sighed.

“Do you like me?”

“Of course,” you said, your cheeks burning, and you laughed, looking away for a second, “You’re my friend!” you went on.

Your eyes watch him intently, the insides of your stomach churning at the sight of him being as listless as he was, he didn’t call over the waiter, he didn’t meet your eyes, and you remembered; you were avoiding him the whole day, weren’t you? The taste of black coffee—a taste you haven’t had in ages—so fresh, and you haven’t had a sugar fix, “I threw away the carrot cake?” you voiced your thoughts, catching his attention, and he nodded, his lips pulled in a tight smile, and you scratched your head, blinking controllably, “Why?”

“It’s… complicated?” he trails, standing up quietly and not sparing you a look, “We need to leave. We’re too late,” he said.

18:18 PM, 04 JUNE

Outside your apartment, there was a playground that Doyoung liked a lot. He always waited for you there. You’ve had your most vulnerable talks there, like whether or not you believed in aliens, liked business for real, or actually liked all the attention the juniors paid you. You found him lost in his thoughts, kicking his feet against the sand, and you called out to him, his name falling on deaf ears, and you take quiet steps, standing right in front of him and called, “Doie,”

“Give me a minute,” Doyoung whispers, his fingers snaking around your wrists, skin burning yours, and your breath hitches as you flit your lashes at his dejected state.

He has never been like this. He doesn’t touch you; he doesn’t make you worry this much. “You like milk, right?” he asked, his tone so quiet you had to step closer.

His heat felt as if it were your own, his cheeks burning and glowing under the setting skies, this situation was bewildering, and you managed to choked out, “Yes, you know I always get free milk,”

“Doyoung.”

“No, don’t call me that—it scares me now.” he stopped you, his grip tightening, and you let out a confused noise.

“That’s your name,” you pointed.

“You called me Doyoung a lot today,” he said in a hollow breath, and you sighed.

“That carrot cake, it messed with me, right?”

“Yeah, but like you predicted this, it’s not funny,” he awkwardly laughed, but he went on, pulling you closer and you tensed under his determined aura, “I need to tell you something super important because it’s annoying me now,” Doyoung said.

“Go on,” you nod your head.

“I like you.”

“Piss off.”

Doyoung groaned, shaking his head furiously, “No, I mean like seriously.”

You widened your eyes sternly, giggling to yourself, and you asked, “Did you lose your brain cells when I was under the potion?” Doyoung looked visibly ticked, scoffing subtly, but he kept his posture, “We both know I have more brain cells to spare than you,” he fumed, shaking his head to move his greasy bangs to the side.

“I am not willing to kiss you,” you said, faking an accent and blinking purposely odd way. “You are cute, but ew.”

“It’s not like I want to kiss you,” Doyoung huffed, his phone buzzed in the back of his pocket, and he released your wrists, pulling out his phone annoyed, and he notes the four-digit SMS, Cafe Resonance, “Wah, they want feedback for their potion,”

“Those kids?” you smiled, loving the frustrated expression on his face, and he bitterly said, “I am leaving a bad review, zero stars for service,”

“The carrot was great,” you hum, tying your arms around him playfully, and the sound of his hammering heartbeat filled your eardrums, making you break into a fit of quiet laughter. His face did not express the mess his heart was. “You would’ve kept being a little chicken if it wasn’t for me hating you for a bit,” you said confidently.

“I would have said it, sooner or later,” Doyoung rolled his eyes, a small smile appearing on his face, and he hugged you back, almost not believing this moment, “I am not a chicken.”

“Doie,” your laughter invaded his ears as you called him, “You are a chicken dressed in a rabbit’s clothing.”

“Bad joke,” he tried to say without giggling, “I— I don’t like carrots anymore.”

“Aw, it’s my favourite cake now though.”

18:30 PM, 04 JUNE

FIN

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[nakachuchu]

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist Volume II

❪ all smuts are with of age characters ❫

students

☆ 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐌��𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 ↴

Heartbreak

Onii-Chan | Step-brother!Megumi (nsfw)

Protector

── He eats you out and makes you cum four times (nsfw)

Holding Hands

Dahlia

Naptime

Chocolate Cheesecake

Strawberry Mochi

Sakura Mochi

Blueberry Cheesecake

After School Hours | Sub!Fushiguro Megumi (nsfw)

11:11 PM (nsfw)

1:11 PM

2:38 PM

Lake Night Swim | Vampire! Fushiguro Megumi

── Megumi! Nipping reader's neck

Christmas Cookies

☆ 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 ↴

Teddy Bear (drabble)

Milk Pocky

Hot Milk

Hanami Dango (drabble)

Strawberry Milkshakes

1:27 AM | Officer! Yuuji (nsfw)

4:00 PM | Robot! Yuuji

About the Boy (nsfw)

☆ 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞 ↴

Impatient Bunny | Sub!Toge (nsfw)

Fast-food Joint

Storage Room (nsfw)

Blueberry Cupcakes

M&M Cookies

Vanilla Ice Cream

5:36 AM (drabble)

☆ 𝐎𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚 ↴

First Date

Thai Milk Tea

Lavender Milk Tea

Banana Cake

Room 603 | Sub! Okkotsu Yuuta (nsfw)

4:44 AM | Pixie! Okkotsu Yuuta (nsfw)

10:36 PM

Blue Ring Pop

Temptation | Vampire!Okkotsu Yuuta (nsfw)

Greedy (nsfw)

☆ 𝐙𝐞𝐧'𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢 ↴

Teenage Stuff | Milf!Maki (nsfw)

9:06 PM

2:23 PM

☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 ↴

Vending Machine Tea

Goody-two-shoes

Raspberry Cake

Butterscotch Ice Cream

Ice Cream Mochi

adults

☆ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 ↴

Humble

Number One | Baseball player!Satoru (nsfw)

Macaroni and Drawings

── Waking up to him grinding on your thigh (nsfw)

High-maintenance | Cat!Satoru

Out of Sorts

Shut Up

Grapefruit Lotion

Hey, Daddy | Step-dad!Satoru (nsfw)

Blue Marker (drabble)

── He spanks you in Nanami's office (nsfw)

Partygoer (nsfw)

Autumn Memories

☆ 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 ↴

The Babysitter | Football player!Suguru

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 ↴

Raspberry & White Chocolate Cake

Spiderweb Cheesecake

☆ 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ↴

The Nightclub (nsfw)

Cherry Lollipop

Chocolate Pocky

Moonlit Forest | Werewolf!Toji (nsfw)

Fushiguro Mechanics | Mechanic!Toji (nsfw)

7:25 PM | Doctor!Toji (nsfw)

Spider's Trap

☆ 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐉𝐢𝐧 ↴

Caught (nsfw)

curses

☆ 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ↴

Boredom

Cherry Blossom Tree (drabble)

The Tree

12:00 AM (nsfw)

7:00 AM | Professor!Sukuna (nsfw)

Tower of Knowledge

☆ 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐞 ↴

Royal Ball

The Temple | Sub!Uraume (nsfw)

Red Lace Panties | Sub!Uraume (nsfw)

Soulmates (drabble)

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ↴

Two-Stick Popsicle

Loss and Gain

Giver

Monster Cookies

Songbird

☆ 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐞𝐢 ↴

── Junpei! Soft domming him (nsfw)

☆ 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐨 ↴

── Mahito! Fucks you with tentacles (nsfw)

☆ 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 & 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 ↴

Blue Popsicle | Okkotsu Yuuta + Orimoto Rika

Peach-flavored Calpis | Inumaki Toge + Okkotsu Yuuta

Twinkle | Fushiguro Megumi + Gojo Satoru

Brownies | Itadori Yuuji + Fushiguro Megumi

Sour Apple Lollipop | Inumaki Toge + Okkotsu Yuuta

Orange Juice | Inumaki Toge + Okkotsu Yuuta

Roommates | Gojo Satoru + Geto Suguru (nsfw)

Home | Okkotsu Yuuta + Zen'in Maki

[everybodyscupoftea]

this is the life

ole miss rafe x reader

you and your boyfriend deal with your ~futures~

literally no one asked for this lol, i’m sorry

(warnings: cursing)

Your animal and dairy sciences seminar had a report due that you’d stayed up very late making last minute edits to because you were stressed it was really bad. The next morning was brutal. Not only was in an 8 a.m. lecture, but your coffee machine was out and you overslept, barely giving yourself enough time to get to class before the professor checked attendance.

You slid into your seat, out of breath, just as started scanning the seating chart for attendance. The boy who sits next to you turned to ask, “Library was backed up this morning?”

“What?” you asked, halfway paying attention, still scrambling to get your notebook out.

“Since you’re running late, I’m assuming it’s because the library was busy when you went to print your report.”

Your stomach dropped and you swore, “Fuck. I forgot to print it. Fucking fuck. I submitted it online but I forgot we needed to hand him a physical copy too. Oh god I can’t afford to fail this class.” You were getting worked up and the boy was starting to look more and more like he regretted talking to you in the first place.

“I mean he’s pretty chill, so I’m sure if you explain he’ll let you bring it by his office later.”

The boy had a point, but you were already too far gone. For the rest of the class, you were unfocused, and if someone asked you what he lectured on, you’d have no clue, so preoccupied with rehearsing how you were going to beg him for an extension. You only had one other class, and you’d definitely be able to print it out and run it to him between them, but that was depending on if he let you.

Just as class was ending, your phone vibrated in your hoodie pocket, and you checked it, immediately calmed at seeing a text from your boyfriend. Rafe sent Can’t wait to see you this weekend and whatever had a grip on your chest loosened enough for you to take a full breath for the first time since waking up.

After speaking to your professor and his reassurance that you didn’t really need to worry much about the written report, that it was just to ensure everyone had it turned in prior to class, you left, much happier, but the exhaustion hitting you straight in the gut.

Thankfully, all you had left that day was a communication elective and then to drive to Rafe’s apartment in Oxford. He’d convinced you to make the trip because he wanted to show you around the place he’d called home for four years after leaving behind his “hometown trauma.” His words.

Your class flew by, people were giving speeches and you’d given yours Wednesday, so you sat there mindlessly, half asleep, until she dismissed the class for the weekend. Stopping back by your apartment to pick up your overnight bag, you decided to last minute check your PO Box, it had been a while. To your shock, you actually had mail, and when you saw the return address, the sick feeling returned to your stomach.

There was about a two-hour drive to Rafe’s apartment from Starkville, and you had the option of opening the letter containing either the best news or the worst news of your life before the drive or at Rafe’s apartment. Part of you wanted to know then, but a stronger part of you wanted to be with Rafe so he could comfort you if necessary.

Instead of making a decision, you felt your tired brain could not, you called Rafe. He answered before the second ring and you couldn’t help yourself.

“I see that receptionist job taught you some useful skills.”

“What?” he asked, sounding confused.

“Answering my calls fast, that’s good because my time is money.”

Rafe sighed, “Can I help you?”

“Someone’s mad. But, yes, should I open the letter from the vet school now or wait until I get to Oxford.”

You heard some shuffling around before he answered, “You think you can wait? I actually have something to tell you too.”

“Yeah, um, sure,” you were a little worried, “Is everything okay?”

“I think so. We just need to talk.”

“Right, talk, are you sure everything’s good?”

“Yeah, stop worrying. Just drive on over.”

You had been excited to go visit, but after that phone call you wanted to go back to bed. With a deep sigh, you rubbed your eyes with the heels of your hands and slumped backward. Blinking away the spots, you buckled up, pit in your stomach, and drove to your favorite coffee shop in Starkville. If shit was going to go down in Oxford you were going to have your comfort drink.

StrangeBrew’s drive-thru was packed and you tapped your fingers anxiously on the steering wheel as you waited to order your blueberry cobbler cold brew with soy milk. Right as the barista handed you the to-go cup, your phone vibrated and Rafe had sent drive safe!! <3. The fuck did that mean in the context of your earlier phone conversation?!

The drive to Oxford was boring as hell. You’d made it before, a band you liked had played there one night, and you and some friends had made the reluctant trip to see them. Turning on your podcast, you focused on nothing but the drive, pushing aside relationship doubts and the growing anxiety about the letter sitting in your passenger seat.

You called Rafe when you got close, and he was waiting outside his building when you finally found a visitor’s spot. He jogged over to grab your overnight bag and bent down to give you a quick kiss, before greeting you with, “Hey, baby, how was the drive?”

“Boring as fuck, nothing new.”

“Went smoothly?”

“About as smooth as possible. I’ve had to pee for the last like 40 minutes though, so it’d be great if I could do that now.”

He laughed and turned to walk to his building, motioning for you to follow him. You did, scampering a little to keep up with his long strides, and he unlocked a door on the first floor, holding it open for you, “Bathroom’s down the hall to the left.”

Rafe was sitting on the couch when you made it back out to the living room, and you finally took a good look at him. His laptop was on the coffee table and he was wearing a pair of Ole Miss sweats, a worn-out t-shirt, and a pair of glasses you were unaware he needed.

“Take a picture,” he interrupted your train of thought and you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, Cameron. Now, tell me what you want to talk about so I can open my letter.”

“No, open your letter first and then we’ll talk.”

You weren’t sure why he was so insistent or why your heart rate tripled, but you were pretty sure it wasn’t the coffee. With shaking hands, you held up the letter from the MSU Vet School. All of your undergrad work came down to that letter, whether you’d have to take a gap year and try to find work to apply again or whether you could move forward in your career path.

Rafe watched on eagerly as you carefully tore it open and started reading. Eyes jumping across the page, unable to focus, you barely made out, Congratulations and We welcome you and We look forward to seeing you next fall.

With a gasp, you launched yourself at an unprepared Rafe and latched on, arms wrapped around his neck. He ran his hand up and down your back soothingly and asked, gently, “Good news?”

“I’m going to Vet School,” you whispered, voice cracking in the middle of your sentence.

“Fucking right you are, my little Rockstar.”

Your face heated up and you buried it in the crook of his neck, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. Only to come crashing back down a few seconds later as you remembered Rafe wanted to talk. Pulling back slowly, you asked, “So, what was it you wanted to talk about?”

His face lit up and he leaned forward, hanging on to you so he didn’t accidentally dump you onto the floor, and grabbed his laptop. Clicking to his email, he showed you the message he had pulled up from Mississippi State University Department of History Admissions.

“So, you know I’ve been interested in teaching,” he started, “and I’m debating whether I’d like to teach college or not.”

“Yeah, last we talked, you were leaning toward college professor, right?”

“Right. Well, I applied to a few schools that had a PhD program I was interested in, and I heard back from my top choice.”

Your mind was racing, still not connecting the dots, until he motioned at his laptop. Looking back down, you skimmed the email, telling him that he’d been accepted into MSU’s PhD in European History program and gasped, turning back to him in excitement, “No way?!”

“Way,” he told you, wide grin on his face.

Jaw dropped, your mind raced to put together a coherent thought, “How long have you been planning this?”

“The program is good, this isn’t a new thought, but MSU obviously jumped up my preference list to the top after we got together.”

“Fuckin whipped,” you teased and he tilted your chin down to kiss you.

Pulling away he brushed some of your hair back, “Only for you.”

As he leaned in again, you were the one to pull back, “Wait, we have to celebrate!”

Rafe groaned, “No, let me kiss you.”

“No! I want food, I spent the entire ride thinking I was going to get dumped when I got here.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What?”

“We need to talk,” you quoted, “that’s one scary fucking sentence, Cameron.”

He smiled sheepishly, “Sorry, sweetheart, I just wanted to keep it a surprise.”

“Well you did.”

Rafe leaned in to kiss you again and pulled back to add, “You really think I’d make you drive all the way here, just to break up with you. I’m wounded you think that lowly of me.”

“You are an asshole.”

Rolling his eyes, he pinched your cheek gently, “Be nice to me, I’m sacrificing my dignity and lowering myself to Mississippi State’s standards.”

Blinking a few times in surprise at his sudden switch, you told him back, “Fuck off, I’m sure you were last choice as soon as they saw where you got your undergrad degree.”

Without saying anything else, he kissed you again, gripping behind your knees and shifting so your back was on the couch. As he lowered himself down on top of you, you decided that food could wait. You had your future to celebrate.