#pumpkin spice makes everything nice (food tag)

[sweetcandywitch]

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[vintagebuckybarnes]

Pumpkin Spice And Everything Nice

Pairing → College Student! Boyfriend! Bucky Barnes x College Student! Partner! Gender Neutral! Reader

Total Wordcount → 2.2K

Summary → Falling in love with your roommate, Bucky, has been one of the best things ever to have happened to you, and he’s showing you every single day how much he loves you. Today, you’ll turn the tables around by taking him on a surprise date after he tells you he’s never been to a pumpkin patch. Together, you will make some memories you will cherish forever, and a tradition might also be born from it.

Tags & Warnings → Canon divergence, college au, roommate au, roommates turned lovers, domestic bliss bursting the seams of this story, implied lovemaking.

Story Rating → Teen

Author’s Note → This story is written for a writing challenge hosted by @elixirfromthestars! This story is inspired by the Stud & Smartie universe, written by the lovely @navybrat817. I have, of course, tried to give my spin to the story, but I believe in giving credit where credit is due, so thank you so much for inspiring this story, Navy! 💜

Writing Prompts @anyfandomfluffbingo → ”Come back to bed.” @elixirfromthestars → College au | “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” | “What else do I need if I have my whole world in my arms?” | “I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.” @fandom-free-bingo Bug Edition → Food coma @fandom-free-bingo Medical Edition → ‘I always want you to’ | “I’m here.” | Singing in the shower

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Falling in love with your roommate may have been the best thing ever to have happened to you, apart from starting your new, exciting life on the other side of the country. Even though your parents have always given you everything your heart desired, the one thing you always missed was the freedom to explore the world, and even though moving to New York isn’t exactly the other side of the world, it still felt like a dream come true to move out of the small town you used to call home. Now, your home is your roommate and boyfriend, Bucky.

For the past few weeks, the weather in New York City has changed into your favorite season, and the changing colors are making you feel happier than ever. Autumn has always been the time of year that made you feel the happiest, as cozy days at home with hot chocolate and movie nights with rain in the background have calmed your mind down on days when you needed it most. It also means your favorite activity of the year is returning: visiting a pumpkin patch and enjoying as many pumpkin-related treats as you can handle in one day.

The rain is softly tapping against the window as you’re curled up under the covers of your boyfriend’s room - your bed hasn’t seen any sign of life in a little over a month, as you’ve practically moved into his bedroom, seeing that it’s the larger of the two in your apartment. Even though you lived there first, and he became your roommate about a month into your first semester, you moved into the smaller bedroom on your first day, decorating it into a warm, cozy place that now has turned into your reading room.

Bucky’s arm is wrapped around you, his warm body pressed against your back as his lips leave a trail of soft kisses over your neck and shoulder. From the moment you two started officially dating, he has made it his mission to wake you up this way every day, and so far, he’s succeeded every time. Your days have started better, and you’ve also noticed your sleeping habits have improved since sharing a bed with him. However, it also means that your habit of getting up early has gone out the window now that you want to spend as much time together as possible.

“How do you look even more beautiful every morning we spend together, Angel?”

In Bucky’s words, you can feel the heat surging throughout your body, and a smile tugs at the corners of your lips as he compliments you. Without a second thought, you turn around in his hold, gently kissing the tip of his nose once you’re comfortable.

“I’m not sure. It must be because of how happy you make me, Bucky,” you tell him, your fingers trailing softly over his cheekbone. At this, it’s his turn to smile widely, his cheeks reddening at your sweet words. The love between you two is filling your entire apartment, threatening to burst at the seams, and you’ve been wondering for a while if it’s too soon to say it, but you also know you won’t be able to hold it in much longer. And this is precisely why you have planned a special date today.

“I think it’s about time we get up and get ready for my plans today; we still have to drive a little over an hour to get to our destination,” you tell him, but he shakes his head slightly at the thought of leaving the warm nest you two have created. His eyes meet yours lovingly, his entire face softening as he pulls you in for a gentle kiss that takes your breath away.

“No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed,” Bucky whispers, his deep, gravelly voice finding its way deep into your body and soul as it often does. He could tell you anything he wants, and you’d happily gobble it up as long as it means you getting to hear it as much as possible. A soft, almost inaudible moan slips past your lips as you remember what he told you yesterday as you two were making love in this very same bed, your eyes slipping shut at the thought of it.

“What’s on your mind?” Bucky then asks, despite knowing exactly what’s going through your head. Instead of answering, you pull the duvet over your head to hide from him, and he laughs loudly as he pulls you against his chest, where you happily make yourself comfortable again. Your following words sound a bit muffled to your boyfriend, but they make him smile nevertheless.

“I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest. It’s comforting,” you tell him, and you two stay like this for a little longer until you really have to get out of bed. By the time Bucky is in the shower belting out one of his go-to shower songs, and you’re making breakfast - pumpkin spiced pancakes with maple syrup - the rain has finally stopped, and the sun is starting to appear, giving you hope for the day to turn beautiful.

The warm smell of spices fills the air as your boyfriend comes out of his room, fully dressed and his hair styled in the usual way. His cheeks are still red from the hot shower as he walks into the kitchen, ready to get more cuddles in before breakfast. As you feel his long, strong arms wrapping around your waist, you sink into his hold, his cologne hanging in the air and the spices you used in the pancakes.

“Something smells good,” he says as he puts his head on your shoulder, peeking over at the growing pile you’ve already created. A smile brightens your face as you lean into your boyfriend’s hold, butterflies in your stomach running rampant at the simple touch. Sometimes, it still feels unreal for you to be together, and this is one of those moments, but you cherish every second as if it might be the last.

“Thank you,” you whisper to your boyfriend as you concentrate on flipping the pancake. A satisfied hum is in the air as you appreciate its golden brown color.

“Now, before I go and finish the pancakes, is there anything else you need from me?” you ask with a teasing hint to your voice, but the answer that came from your boyfriend is something you wouldn’t have expected him to say, instead going for something like whipped cream or extra syrup. He doesn’t disappoint, though.

“What else do I need when I have my whole world in my arms? Unless you’re offering to come back to bed with me, in which case I definitely need you to do that!” You roll your eyes playfully as you chuckle, knowing he’s always looking for ways to get you back in bed to spend the entire day doing nothing but making love.

“If I didn’t have something special planned for today, I would have gone back to bed with you, but I’ve been working on today’s plans for nearly a month, and it seems like a waste to let it go by without a second thought,” you tell him softly after turning in his arms, your hands lying on his shoulders.

“In that case, I’m sticking to your plans today, Angel. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my princess,” he tells you, which has a wave of heat coursing through your veins. Bucky leans in to kiss your lips softly, your eyes slipping shut as he does. When he pulls away, you follow him to get more kisses, and he happily gives them before letting you finish the pancakes and setting up some plates and cutlery on the kitchen island where you two have breakfast together nearly every morning.

“Bucky? Where are you?!” you ask again as you walk through your apartment, ready to go but unable to find your boyfriend. It’s like he’s hiding from you without meaning to do so, and when you finally hear his voice, you let out a breath of relief you weren’t aware you were holding in.

“I’m here, Angel,” he yells from the bathroom attached to your now-shared bedroom. His head pokes around the corner as you walk into the room, plopping down a small bag on the bed before walking over to him and pecking him on the cheek.

“Are you ready to go?” you ask him, and he nods with a broad smile, excitement flowing through his body as he does. How you look up at him has him softening, his neck bending to capture your lips with his. It doesn't take long for the two of you to be in your car, singing along loudly to your favorite music while enjoying some snacks you brought in preparation for your date.

Once you're nearing your destination, Bucky is increasingly curious about what you will do. So far, you have given him practically nothing to work with other than saying you're going somewhere he's never been before, and he's still wracking his brain over what it could possibly be.

"I think it's unfair that you're not giving any hints, Angel; how am I supposed to know where we're going if you're not saying anything?" A slight pout on his lips makes you chuckle as you glance over briefly, and your butterflies inside are again going wild.

"I think it's entirely fair because you always surprise me with the most romantic dates, so today, I will give you a taste of your medicine. It might not be as romantic as you leaving rose petals everywhere before cooking me a fancy dinner and taking me to bed afterward, but I'm sure it'll be a close second."

As Bucky looks outside after your comment, a small smile tugging at his mouth, he suddenly spots a large sign for a pumpkin patch, and it all clicks.

"You're taking me to a pumpkin patch, right?!" The excitement is audible as his voice raises slightly near the end. Not too long ago, he confessed to you that he had never been to a pumpkin patch while growing up, so today, you'll change that. After a few hours of research, you found one that's supposedly amazing, and even though it's a nearly three-hour car ride away, you're more than willing to drive to see his first reaction to visiting a pumpkin patch.

"Wait-" he says, narrowing his eyes at you, "- you've been giving hints for a while, huh? The fall decorations, pumpkins appearing in our apartment, the pumpkin pancakes..." As he pieces everything together, you can't help but feel proud of being able to go through this experience with him.

"Hm-hmm."

The rest of the car ride, you two discuss every hint you've dropped, even the ones he didn't pick up on, and when you arrive, it's like heaven's gates have opened based on your boyfriend's expression. He takes you everywhere, eyes growing wide as the two of you take your time taking everything in.

There are a few food stands that sell the most delicious pumpkin and apple treats, as well as a hot chocolate stand, different games having to do with pumpkins, a maze built out of pumpkins, and last but not least, a patch to pick your pumpkin to take home for carving.

The happiness in his eyes is childlike in the best possible way, and he can't stop squeezing your hand in excitement as he takes a moment to stop at every stand and game, wanting to try everything.

"Would you like me to buy you a treat of my choice?" you ask him as you stand in front of a stand that sells countless types of pumpkin—and apple-flavored pastries, as well as drinks such as apple cider and pumpkin-spiced lattes.

"I always want you to choose something for me, Angel. You have the best taste in everything related to baked goods. I'm happy to end the day in some sort of a food coma if you keep choosing these amazing treats," he says, and your mouth curls into a smile as you order two warm apple turnovers and a large slice of a classic pumpkin pie to share. Bucky gets you both a cup of hot chocolate from the stand directly next to it, and once you've found a comfortable spot to enjoy your treats, you're happily diving in.

"Bucky, I have something to tell you-"

"I'll let you finish in a moment, but first, I must tell you something, Angel. I cannot thank you enough for taking me here! The weather is fantastic, the treats are heavenly, and most importantly, it made me realize how much I love you."

As he says the words, you're overwhelmed with emotions, tears brimming at your waterline as they sink in. Knowing that he feels the same about you and loves you is a feeling you could only dream of, but knowing it's true has your heart beating out of your chest from pure excitement.

"I love you too, Bucky," you whisper, followed by a kiss that seals your words. They're finally in the universe, and you couldn't be happier. Out of all the things you thought would come out of going to college, you never in a million years falling in love with your roommate would be one of those things.

Even though your life may not always have been the most exciting, you're now looking forward to the excitement and love Bucky will bring from here on out, starting with going to a pumpkin patch every year to relive the moment you're currently experiencing.

Masterlist → Bucky Barnes

GIF: Source → All the other graphics are made by @vintagebuckybarnes

[bucknastysbabe]

hi cal! i love your page sm. i wanted to request more chubby bucky (i’m so obsessed & haven’t seen him in a min) also make sure to take care of yourself and have a good day/night 🩷

HI!!!! Sorry I’ve been such a spazz and awful about my page and askbox I’m in my new era blah blah but YES! CHUBBY BUCKY! Thanks for the well wishes I’m trying to practice ~self care~ and ~time management~ mwah mwah much love. So let’s say this just in the same universe as Poolside Blues!

Rating: Explicit

Tags: TW: body dysmorphia, obsessive thoughts, negative body talk, Muscle chub Buck, Bucky’s shit self esteem is saved by sunshine gf, holiday weight gain, Bucky being a stubborn mf, switch!Bucky, reader has empathic projection, horny texts, body worship, WE LOVE SOFT PARTS AND STRETCH MARKS ROUND HERE, teasing, sub space, daddy kink, pnv!sex, cuddles and fluff, Bucky is just a big cuddly tiger kitty

“Bucky if you stare at the scale any longer I’m going to break it. Holidays are over, you can get back to being in the gym twenty-five eight.”

Bucky eyed his petite girlfriend, frowning from the doorway to the bathroom. He palmed his stupid fucking gut and sighed, he actually had to suck in to see the number! This is why Bucky hated the holidays. Besides being cold. James Buchanan Barnes very much disliked the cold, one could assume why.

He could handle the residual un-moveable pudge leftover from Hydra’s ever consistent tinkering with his bodily functions. But then it all started with Halloween. Wanda and his girlfriend loved to bake. So he’s getting force fed cookies. Then they need to decorate, go to functions, give out candy. No time for gym.

Bucky grumbled and stepped off the scale, padding to his closet. He grumbled more, “Stupid turkey holiday.” Great yes, the holiday known for feasting. Pumpkin spiced everything in his vision. Bucky had a weakness for pumpkin, his ma made good spiced bread. He took a short vacation with his lovely little angel to the mountains. He tried to rationalize that hiking and marathon sex would make up for the amount of food he had ingested.

Tony Stark of course had a grandiose Thanksgiving celebration. Bucky tried to keep it light, he did, he really did. But every refusal got sad eyes or downright offense. The former winter soldier was belly up by the end of the night, all gym plans out the window.

Christmas fared no better. His best gal absolutely adored Christmas. It was the first holiday she’d experience not as an asset to Hydra, just like Bucky. So instead of RUNNING or LIFTING, the Brunette was shopping and ice skating. He’d already gone up a size in clothes December 3rd to be exact. Bucky correctly guessed he would go up another post-Christmas.

He’d whinge and rant to Steve, the blondie listening and telling Bucky to chill— it’s not like anyone thought it was bad. Bucky exasperatedly shouted, “I’m like a goddamn balloon! I don’t need to be on missions like this! I’m going to Bruce, jerk.”

“Punk.”

Bruce didn’t help either. Just said once he got back into a routine it would come off and he’d be at his regular weight. Refused to give Bucky Ozempic either. Some kinda doctor he was, his patient was obviously distraught.

“Are you dressed yet?,” she hollered.

“Give me a second!,” Bucky pouted.

He was going to pout today. Go to gym, get anger out, and pout. So he shimmied on some catastrophically tight basketball shorts and the biggest shirt he could find. Luckily it covered him up. May or may not have been a panic buy. Bucky cursed some more sitting on his bench to lace up his shoes, stupid gut getting in the way.

Red faced and irritated he snarked, “Happy now princess? I’m going to the gym, nothing is stopping me, I will be going to work out.” She grinned and watched him grab his bag, slapping a round ass cheek on his way out. Bucky shuddered at the wobble. Her familiar rasp rang out, “Nice ass baby! Go get em!”

He was too old for this. Technically his girl was ten years his junior if you took off the cryogenic time. He loved her dearly, always bubbly, somehow remained optimistic after all she’d been through. But the little freak liked Bucky’s pudge, loved it. Always grabbing up on it.

Bucky took the stairs to the gym. He needed it. The brunette thought with a smirk that if he had a nickel for every time he had to remove her hands from his ‘handles of love’ he would’ve been a millionaire back during the Depression. He grimaced at the feeling of his chubby tummy and thick thighs.

Finally. He’d made it. Gym time.

Not a soul in sight, Bucky could just relax and get his frustrations out. With a fuck-ton of a cardio and some toning exercises— really didn’t need any muscle to bulk him out more. He felt a bit peaceful for once, a strange bravado coming over him. The soldier stretched his unused muscles and did a bit of breathing exercises.

God, he already felt lighter. Maybe. Maybe he would take a picture and see if the camera made him look different. Bucky’s therapist already hammered him about his ‘body dysmorphia and negative self-image’.

Taking a peak about and tying his hair half up, Bucky propped the camera at a flattering angle and yanked off his shirt. He refused to look in a mirror for the holidays unless he was clothed. Fiddling with the inane controls, the man finally had the thing on a timer. He pulled off his shirt and tried to pose, straighten up his back again.

The flash went off and he ran to the phone, hit send, then sat down on a nearby bench to look fully. The brunette had to keep his ‘body positive!’ thoughts at the forefront. His chest and legs looked good. Face didn’t look too puffy thanks beard.

Disgust picked the earlier bravado up and hulk smashed it. Buck’s eyes were glued to his rounded belly and fat hips, a muffin over those horrid shorts. There, oh my god, there were stretchmarks on him? Bucky never had stretchmarks! Not the red kind! But there they were— mocking him. Ragged lines on his hips and sections of stomach.

He deleted the picture, feeling horrid. He should run more. But not before the pings blowing up his phone. She was strange and texted in 5 different messages that could’ve been sent in one singular text.

“Babbbbyyyy omg you’re so hot”

“Fuck, I’m getting all flustered in this debrief.”

“Look at that pretty body. Wanna lick those pretty stripes, tiger.”

“I’m so horny lmfao get your ass back to the room in 30. I’m gonna fucking ride you so goddamn hard.”

Bucky blinked a bit, feeling himself perk up. He still was a overblown balloon, but at-least the weirdo he loved enjoyed it. “Tiger huh,” he murmured, scratching at the sensitive marks. Bucky had a time limit now, snatching his gear up and stuffing it into a bag, hustling down the stairs to his room.

“Hey Buck,” Sam’s voice was a blur as Bucky entered his room. He smirked a bit hearing a muffled, “Weird ass.” The super soldier kept his mind on the prize— getting the daylights fucked out of him by his girls. Nope he wasn’t going to pay attention to the chafe on the inside of his thighs one bit. Okay...maybe he’d powder the area after the shower.

All he had to do was wait now. Wait. Not get nerved about his very naked body. He felt like a pile of exposed lard but it’ll be okay. Yep. Bucky would be fine. Pussy would fix his problems. As long as she played nice and didn’t tease. That rendered Bucky into a teary, babbling mess. Either he was always a masochist or Hydra made him into one but God— sometimes when she got mean he saw stars.

The door busted open, Bucky feeling relief at her grinning face. She gently closed it behind her, stripping easily while throwing her panties at him. He caught the material, moaning softly as she growled, “See what you did to me in the middle of that debrief? Had to cut it short my pheromones were so bad.”

Bucky inspected the panties, eyes fluttering at the slick wetting the cloth. He gripped and inhaled, hand flying down to soothe his cock. A lithe body crawled to the end of the bed, the soldier flushing as she seated herself in between his thighs. Keeping him in fucking missionary, her manicured nails spreading him a bit. He gasped, body jolting at the exposure.

Her perky tits heaved as she groped at his thighs and slid down to get handfuls of his round ass. Bucky threw his head back and moaned, “W-What are you up to?” Earlier mentioned pheromones were making his body keyed up and sensitive, pupils likely swallowing up blue eyes. She leaned forward, taught body against his cock.

“Mmm- I don’t know really. You just looked so delicious,” she kissed his belly and cooed, “I know you’re upset with yourself right now, Buck, you’re fucking gorgeous. Holiday weight or not. But I’ll even go to the gym with you, know I’ve been a distraction.”

Bucky slurred a name, hands reaching for her waist, she was so sweet. He sighed, “I enjoyed you as my distraction, best disss-traction everrr. Fuck you’re makin’ me horny babydoll.” She crawled up his bigger body to plant a kiss on Bucky’s swollen lips before sliding back to her place. His cock leaked when she giggled, “I know, poor baby’s all achy for me. But I wanna do something first.”

She slid palms up and down Bucky’s muscled arms, soothing him a little. Then the she-devil gripped his chunky love-handles and shook, watching with poorly-disguised glee. Bucky whined, “Baaaby, stoppp, it’s awful!”

“Think of them as tiger stripes, they’ll fade out when you drop weight,” she dug under where his belly hung a bit and traced at his most sensitive stretch marks. Bucky let out an indecent noise, thrusting up into her sweet touch. The fellow avenger cooed, “S’that feel good tiger? Need some lotion. Pretty boy.”

Bucky outright whimpered when her hand wrapped around his weepy cock, already slick from copious pre. She slowly moved her hand, praising him. Pretty boy, smart, handsome, good, kind, helpful.

He was going to bust a nut before anything happened. Bucky barked, “B-babe, stop! Stop!” Her pretty brows knitted together, hand jerking away as she asked, “What’s wrong bub?” He panted, “Gimme a second, w-wanna fuck you so baaaad.” She gently stroked the outside of thick muscled thighs, padded with love in her opinion.

“Thought I was going to ride you?,” she asked, face beginning to flush.

Bucky shook his head, managing to push himself up to get face-to-face. His soft body filled the tight space between them, making her whimper now. Bucky used one hand to caress the side of her face, the other massaging her pretty tit. Long lashes fluttered, her lips falling open.

Score. He managed to somewhat fumble through the pheromone fog.

Bucky rumbled, “Nuh-uh, all this talk about my body and you don’t want me to pin you down and fill your pretty pussy up? Hm sweetheart?” He punctuated the sentence with a deep kiss, the sweet thing easily giving up to him. It was fun when she played mean but Bucky had more experience— he could play his girl like a fucking fiddle.

“C’mon,” smack, “use your,” smack, “words baby,” smack smack. She didn’t want to stop kissing, sucking on his bottom lip as he pulled away. She blushed, embarrassed on how fast the situation had flipped. His girl whined, “Yeah, c’mon fuck me, fuck me full daddy.” He grinned and laid back, strong arms pulling her atop him.

She squealed, eyes widening. Bucky purred, “You know what to do, Daddy’ll let you on top.” He bit his swollen lip again watching the tip of his clock get swallowed by molten heat, the pair of them shuddering in ecstasy. Her little hands planted on his chest, panting and whining at the fullness. He’d get to work, holding that pretty waist and fucking up into her tight cunt.

It wasn’t long before she was crying out and laying atop his body, gasping, “Y’feel so good! Ah! Soft and oh god s’fucking hard!” Bucky sucked at her neck and thrust into her with downright pornographic slaps. He grunted and gasped, legs wonderfully getting another workout.

He murmured into her ear, a hand stilling all that writhing the poor thing was doing, “Yeah doll? Daddy fucking you good? Feels good to lay on Daddy and get your pussy pounded huh?” She sobbed, clenching and spilling tears on his neck, “Yes daddy! Yes! Don’t stop, fuckfuckfuck, s’rubbing my clit! I love you Daddy!”

Bucky’s eyes crossed for a second. What?

The evil flab that curses his very existence is a free clit rubber? He moaned in delight. Bucky changed their position some to milk out that new fact. Might as well abuse it before it’s gone. His baby was clinging to him now, mewling his name, pussy spasming sporadically. Bucky tilted her head up, melting at her pretty eyes. He rasped, “Come for Daddy baby, know you’re close, let go babydoll.”

He was grinding the tip of his cock into her soft spot while cooing at her. She hiccuped on a sob, the entirety of lean frame tightening down on him. His baby was a lot stronger than she looked. He could feel her core clamp and soak his cock, sending Bucky reeling into his own orgasm with a hoarse shout. He whimpered at the feeling of his balls drawing painfully tight, emptying all he had pent up.

They laid in a pile of sweat and spend, probably love. She was still subbed out, nuzzling into Bucky, only making a soft noise when his soft cock slid out. The brunette guessed it was his turn to return her earlier favor. He felt like the man of the hour. Crazy little kitten thought her geriatric overweight cyborg assassin was hot. Even with the holiday pounds.

So he pressed little kisses, rubbed her back, waxed poetic nonsense of his love for her. Bucky was a lover boy back in the day, just a little rusty, not like his Babygirl was on planet Earth right now anyways. She murmured into his neck with a dopey smile, “Tiger.”

Once again, crazy fellow asset saving Bucky’s wavering self-esteem. How lucky was he?

[m-jelly]

Let’s see…

Well hello there 👀

Might I slip a request? Let it penetrate you? 👀

How about a Modern AU! Mike oneshot? Perhaps a fluffy continuation of the smut I requested for your winter event! It’s been a few months of dating Mike, and he is just so wonderful ❤️ It’s summertime now, with the weather being gorgeous in the small village. With all the nice weather, we are able to spend plentiful time with Mike in his carpentry shop! I forget what we were doing in the smut story, were we a baker? 🤣 I think it would be so cute to see a story of just Mike and us having fluffy times in his shop, seeing him show off some of his capabilities for us 🥰 Our little setup is connected to his shop, meaning we get constant view of our man working 👀

Of course, feel free to alter anything you wish!

- Le Skittle

WELL WELL WELL! If it is SKITTLES. Hi <3

Summer Crafting

Pairing: Mike x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, fluff, romance, being a couple, summertime, admiring our man.

Concept: Many months into your relationship, you have moved shop location to Mike's Inn. Mike makes sure that the carpentry part of his inn is right next to your little shop. On long days you gaze at your lover and admire him.

Muscles flexed as sweat glistened in the summer sun. A soft grunt escaped the rough man as his large rough hands ran over curved wood. The tall muscle-bound frame rose up and raked back messy sandy blonde hair. Long fingers bent and moved as hair was tied back.

Pale blue eyes locked onto your body making you feel naked even though you were dressed. A playful smirk spread across kissable lips. You'd been caught staring, but you didn't care. You wanted to admire him more and he enjoyed you looking.

You left your post and checked your oven to see your sausage rolls were perfectly cooked. The filled contained meat hunted by Mike and cheese you made together. You collected one thick big one and paired it with a nice cold lemonade.

With a gentle blush on your cheeks, you hurried over to your boyfriend with the food and drink. Your heart skipped a beat when he Mike smirked a little and took what you were offering before giving you a loving kiss.

Mike took a big bite from his sausage roll and moaned. "So good, my little pumpkin. The meat, spice and cheese work well together."

"I'm so glad!"

He downed some lemonade and gasped. "You're just a perfect little peach, aren't ya?" He leaned closer to you. "I wanna take a bite."

Your cheeks burned. "Why don't you?"

He chuckled. "Because we're both at work. Behave and I'll give you everything we both want and need later."

You saluted to him. "Yes sir!"

Mike let out a deep chuckle. "You are so cute."

You giggled a little. "So, I haven't got any customers..." you walked closer and put your hands behind your back and pushed your chest out "mind showing me what you can do?"

Mike finished his food and led you into his workshop. "Mm, sure. I'm making a rocking chair for a customer."

"Oh cute!"

He grabbed a piece of wood. "I'll make one when we have a baby."

You blushed a little. "That'd be cute."

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to him. "Let's start." He stood behind you. "We need to shape the wood, so we'll heat it up and put it in this mould to help us."

You shivered as you felt Mike's broad chest against your back. "Y-Yes."

"You're doing well." He kissed the side of your head. "Now we wet it a bit more because we like it nice and wet." He leaned down and whispered against your ear. "The wetter the better."

You gulped hard. "You are not talking about the wood anymore, are you?"

"Maybe I'm talking about a certain wood."

You moaned a little. "I love that wood."

"I know you do." He chuckled and worked with you to bend the wood. "You're very good with your hands."

"Thank you." You huffed a bit. "This is hard work."

Mike locked the wood in place. "There we go, we leave that there for a bit while we carve another part." He pulled you over to the next station. "When you carve you go with the wood. Got it?" He placed his hands on yours and pushed the tool. "With the wood."

You hummed as you worked with him. "With the wood."

"You got it." He let your hands go. "You got it."

"You're incredible to make all these things."

He walked away and picked up a log making you blush at how strong he is. "Thank you." He slammed the log down and sighed. "I have you to inspire me now."

You hugged yourself and smiled. "Well, you make my baking better."

"Aw, thank you."

You walked up to him. "Bend down."

He leaned down to you. "Yes?"

You grabbed his shirt and kissed him. "I love you, Mike."

"I love you too."

[oflostinfound]

Muse Preferences!

DON’T REBLOG, REPOST!

Animal: Lizards, Birds, but they had bad luck with most creatures.

Flower: Rosa Peace (aka the Hybrid Tea Rose)

Coffee: A lot of cream and light sugar, prefers caramel flavored and pumpkin spice when the season hits.

Tea: Chamomile 

Drink: Either of the above.

Alcoholic Beverage: Anything fruity that doesn’t taste like Alcohol, and moonshine.

Food (savory): Sushi, Tilapia, Yellowtail, Salmon. A nice steak with potatoes and mixed veggies when they’re in the mood. 

Dessert: Frozen Yogurt or a Yogurt Parfait, and Cheesecake. (if you notice a trend of dairy that is correct, they were raised on a dairy farm and that has never left them)

Article Of Clothing: When it’s warm / hot out they prefer shorts and a crop top. If it’s cooler out skinny jeans paired with a fashionable top and a pair of black boots. They will not turn down a skirt and some stockings though. Hax will wear pretty much anything. 

Candy: Caramel or honey hard / soft candies, butterscotch. 

Left Or Right Handed: Ambidextrous

Sloppy or Neat Writing?: Very neat an cute handwriting. Puts hearts on almost everything.

Clean or Messy Home?: Clean, if it’s not clean they will be Upset. 

Shower in Morning or Night?: Both? Primarily a shower at night but sometimes they have days where they just crash so they will take a shower first thing to make up for it.

Tasks Done Early or Last Minute?: Tries to do it early, get’s like 60% done, then get distracted and then comes back to do the rest last minute. Though it depends on the task. If they’re realling feeling it they’ll get it done really early. 

Love Language?: Physical touch and Quality Time

Believe In Love At First Sight?: Yeah, the hopeless romantic they are.

Tagged by: Stole it​​

Tagging: You! (if u want)

[yourillusoryenvy]

Favorites Fall Activities - Phantom Troupe

What does the troupe enjoy doing during the fall? And what I mean by this is what NORMAL activities do they enjoy? Let’s take a look!

Chrollo: will get cozy with the latest book he stole from a nearby bookstore and read all day. He doesn’t care much for fall season, but seeing his fellow troupe members enjoying it is nice. He will sit comfortably against a large window -- with his book, a warm blanket and a hot drink -- so he can enjoy both the warmth of the sunlight and the view of the foliage while reading. He will stay there for hours, until it is too dark to continue.

Nobunaga: relishes drinking apple cider. He will tour the apple cider mills in the area, always searching for the strongest one. Doing it alone is not so fun, so of course he will bring Uvogin with him. And don’t you dare thinking that they are just having a small glass to taste. Hell no! These two are downing bottles at each stop.  The pair has turned their apple cider tasting in a drinking contest and by the end of the day both of them are so drunk that Pakunoda needs to come pick them up. 

Feitan: fall = Halloween = “scary” (well what most people consider scary anyway). This is the best time for Fei to binge-watch any sort of true crime shows/documentaries. He watches them, analyzing every elements, often reaching the correct conclusion before the identity of the killer is even revealed. “He no good” he can be heard muttering to himself when the killer is caught.

Machi: she will be using the colder rainier fall days as an opportunity to sit inside and knit. The repetitive mouvement makes her calm. She always had an affinity with threads and was amazed at what something so simple could do: save people lives, fix torn fabric, and simply make clothes. She can knit basically anything but lately she has been enjoying working with thick yarn and making large blankets. She might sit by herself with some music in the background, or in the kitchen to talk with Paku, or in the living room with Fei as he watches is true crime docu-series. 

Hisoka: fall, spring, summer or winter, Hisoka is only interested in one thing: finding a strong opponent. So just like every other season is fall activity is trying to find that person that will give him a good fight. After a long day, he will wander around the streets looking at people’s Halloween decoration, occasionally using the carved pumpkins as target practice. His guilty pleasure though is jumping in a pile of leafs. This was one of his favorite thing to do as a kid and it hasn’t change one bit.  When he sees a big pile of dry leafs he will stop and look around. Once he is sure no one is watching he will jump in; and then he will get up and leave like nothing happened, but he will be wearing a softer smile than usual on his face.  Warning: he is ashamed of how much he enjoys such a childish activity, so he will kill anyone catching him doing it. Do NOT try to spy on him to catch a glimpse of this playful Hisoka. You won’t live long enough to tell anyone anyway.

Phinks: is a simple guy. He loves going out for hikes. Meteor City far from offer beautiful landscape and fall foliage, and Phinks just fell in love with the beauty of raw nature the first time he saw it. He will just pretext going on a run, but in reality he will find a forest/national park near by and go on a hike. He doesn’t fear stepping outside of the hiking paths and will often do so just to find himself completely alone with nature. If he has extra time he might actually settle in for a night or two.

Shalark: L.O.V.E.S corn maze. Don’t ask me why, he just does. He will be dragging every single one of his fellow troupe member in one. Shizuku actually it. With her memory, she ends up passing the same spot dozens of time. She is just terrible at it, so when Shal’ does drag her in one he makes sure to not leave her alone. There is something strangely soothing about being surrounded by nature in this unique way. It has become a game to him and he will time how long it takes him to get out. If he feels particularly bored he will just give wrong directions to people, forcing to be lost in there a bit longer.

Franklin: when he is not indulging his fellow troupe members by participating in their favorite activities, he will be enjoying fall foods. Fall food is one of his favorite, specifically snacks. Roasted pumpkin seeds, popcorn, and any sort of nut mix are some of his favorites. If he has the opportunity to be camping or somehow finds himself around a bonfire roasted marshmallows are his go-to. 

Shizuku: Fall drinks, especially hot ones. From hot chocolate to pumpkin spice latte she will try every single one (actually several time because she often forget what she has already tried) and absolutely LOVES it. It doesn’t matter if she is drinking a hot chocolate while siting under a Machi-made blanket and watching a true crime docu-series with Fei, or she is sipping on tea watching Paku bake, or even tagging along on one of Phinks’ hike with her pumpkin spice latte. Give the girl a nice warm drink and she will be happy.   

Pakunoda: really enjoys baking all sort of pies. Pumpkin or apple pies are a must at this time of the year. She will faint annoyance when someone come steal a slice, but she secretly love baking for her friends and makes sure everyone get a piece of it.  She will definitely make more once everything has been eaten. While she doesn’t mind cooking by herself, she prefers to have someone keeping her company in the kitchen, not helping just someone there to talk to.

Bonolenov: is very versatile and can find enjoyment in any activity. He will most often just tag along with different people depending on his mood of the day. Fall used to be an harvesting season for his tribe, it was the time of the year during which everyone would start building reserves of food in preparation for the winter. If he is to do something by himself, he will used some of the skills he learn from his youth and go collect some various in-season food: apples, mushrooms, squash etc.. . He will come back with a ton, and give it to Paku who will find new recipe to use the ingredients in.

Uvo: Fall is football season and he is a big sports fan. He loves the pre/post game party so.. tailgating. Of course, this year his tailgating plans took a hit because of Covid. When things are not so crazy in the world, he will just convince whoever has the nicest tailgate setting to give up their spot to  him. Strangely no-one dare say no to this 8 foot tall mountain of a man.  At the game, give him one too many drinks and his favorite team loosing and you are in for a show. Uvo runs on the field and destroying (literally and figuratively) the team he doesn’t like. 

Kortopi: likes to carve pumpkin. Actually, he is one of the member that decorate the most on Halloween but more on that later, and carving pumpkin is part of it.  With his nen-ability he only needs is to find one good pumpkin. He will then copy it, and carve the copy. This way if he is unhappy with it he will simply make a new copy. He will attempts some basic carvings as well as more intricate ones when he has time. Kortopi is really patient and doesn’t mind spending a few hours carving something. And yes, of course he carves a 12 legs spider in a pumpkin every year. (Bonus: after emptying the pumpkin he gives the seeds to Paku, for her to season and roast!)

[adoringeun]

Lemon Drop Café

Welcome to the Lemon Drop Café! My name is Eunha, I'm the owner of this place. It's a blessing to have you visit my café, what would you like to order?

Inside the Lemon Drop Café

In this café we offer a variety of different food and drinks! Don't be fooled by the name of the shop, we sell all kinds of food and beverages here. We even have a special delivery service for everyone!

T H E B A S I C S

-> This is in no way affiliated with the Idol I potray to be. I am not claiming to be her nor do I say this is how she acts in real life. Everything here is purely fictional and is all for your entertainment only!

-> As of now, the café is only open for chatbots and chatbots only.

-> This is mostly a delivery service chatbot meaning there will be no plots introduced, yet!

-> A schedule is included in this post that says the days I accept reservations, delivery requests, and answer asks.

-> Daily positivity posts and health reminders will be posted!

-> I will sometimes pop in people's dms to drop of treats from me! I'll try my best to send everyone at least one treat so you all will hopefully get a smile out of it ^-^

-> A bulletin board will be posted every once in a while. What is this for? Well, it will act as a chatbot news for everyone. For example, person #1 and person #2 are now engaged! Let us congratulate the soon to be married couple. If you have any new information or news to share, feel free to message me and I will post about it!

-> This bulletin board will also act as a spread of awareness to everyone. Not only to Korean entertainment related news, but to the many things that are happening around the globe. (example is BLM petitions and such)

R E S E R V A T I O N S

-> Reservations are basically you reserving for a table at the café. This is a perfect way to have a nice date with your partner, hang out with your friends and bond with your family!

-> If you don't have anyone to go with, you can still reserve a table! Only difference is, I will be there to keep you company as I serve you your food or drinks. I can even maybe teach you the ways of the kitchen, if you're lucky enough.

-> Once your reservation has been accepted, a GC will be made and you along with the person/s you are bringing will be invited.

-> Be patient with Eunha as she can get very busy making orders and accepting reservations.

-> More details will be said once you have been invited to the GC.

HOW TO RESERVE A TABLE

-> You can send me a message (or an ask if that's what you prefer) saying you would like to book a table, please include how many people you will be coming with.

Example:

“Hello! I would like to reserve a table for 3 people thank you 😊❤”

-> Shortly after your request has been accepted, you will be made a GC.

-> A menu listing all the available food and beverages we have will be given to you (and the people you are with)

-> Do tell me when you are finished eating so I can hand you your bill and delete the GC.

D E L I V E R I E S

-> For deliveries, we have a lot of methods for you to choose from!

— Asks [💭]

> The ask delivery can only be used as a letter service. Meaning, I will send an ask to the person whom you want to send a letter to. You don't have to write a long paragraph for this. It can simply be a short “Good Morning!” or “How is your day today?”

— Submissions [💌]

> Submission deliveries are like asks but gifts included in them. Example is person #1 saying “Have a good day!” to person #2 with a lemon pie and a bouquet of sunflowers as a gift.

— DMs [📩]

> This is pretty much self explanatory as a lot of other bots have done this as well. I call this Private Deliveries. Private deliveries are like submission deliveries but are sent through dms. [TW//NSFW] This is the most recommended option if you were to send lingerie for your s/o, give them a new toy, etc.

— Post [📌]

> Deliveries through posts are the most common way to send someone something. It's more like the DM method but it's public. No further explanations needed.

-> We don't only offer food as gifts, you can pretty much send anyone anything! Just make sure it's not as complicated as; A caramel macchiato, three pumps of pumpkin spice, slight whip cream, a chocolate drizzle, and a cherry on top. Don't be those type of people.

HOW TO REQUEST FOR A DELIVERY

-> Send me an ask or a message that includes the listed below.

1.) The @ of the person/s you are giving the gift to.

2.) Whether you would want to be tagged or want to stay anonymous.

3.) Send the letter/gifts you want to give to that said person/s. If you don't have any pictures or gifs of the gift, it's okay! I will look for the pictures/gifs for you.

-> Before I send something, I will send screenshots of the post for confirmation that everything is correct.

-> Please do be patient when I don't complete your delivery as soon as possible. Admin is very busy but will be sure to go on with your request one she is free.

A D V I C E

-> Do you need ever need advice but don't know who uou should ask? Lucky for you, I'm here to give that needed advice! It can differ from life tips, health tips, relationship talks, pretty much anything!

-> All you have to do is send an ask or a message and i'll give the best advice I can give!

-> !!! : I am not saying that the advice I will give will 100% work. I will try and understand your situation and give you the best I can give. Please note that there is no guarantee that it'll work.

A D V I C E —S L I D E T W O—

-> This is for all the love birds out there!!

-> If you have a certain person that you like and want to ask them out on a date but have no idea where to go, I can give you some possible locations that will fit both you and person #2

-> Following what was said above, if you're going on a date and plan on confessing there, you can also ask me for tips on how you can confess!

-> For the long term couples here, if any one of you plan on proposing, I can help you set up and plan things.

-> If you're planning a wedding but don't know where to start, you can also hire me as your wedding planner! Since most weddings are held in discord now, I can help with setting up the server, thinking of themes, and overall the aesthetic of your special day.

-> I will make sure all parties are satisfied with the final product and have smiles on their faces once they see it.

-> All in all, I pretty much help with anything. Heck, you can even hire me as your babysitter! I'll make sure the child/children will have the time of their lives with me ^-^

-> All you have to do is hit me up in my dms or send an ask! Simple as that.

B U L L E T I N B O A R D

-> The bulletin board is one of the most important things I have included here.

-> It will include not only the latest chatbot news and K entertainment news but also news outside of the K-media!

-> I will post about the many things that have been happening recently. Those who have not been given justice yet, the brutality of the police, etc! There are a lot of topics that need to be covered, but not have been given enough light yet. My main goal for this is to bring peoples' attention to these so more people will be aware of the wrong doings others are doing to innocent lives.

-> As I respect everyone, I will be putting trigger warnings whenever I post so people will proceed with caution when they see the warnings.

-> If you don't want to be tagged, please do let me know! I don't want to post a sensitive topic and have some people frowning in front of their screens because of it triggering them. Send me an ask or a message and i'll take you off my taglist ^-^

-> Same goes for those who want to be tagged. Send me an ask or message anytime you like! Or even just reblog my post saying you want to be tagged in future posts :)

GOT ANY NEWS YOU WANT TO SHARE?

-> Send me a dm/an ask! From chatbot related news to petitions people can sign, anything you want! You can even send a submission if that is what you prefer doing.

E U N ' S S C H E D U L E

M O N D A Y : [Answering Asks, taking reservations, replying to dms, sending gifts]

T U E S D A Y : [Taking reservations, replying to dms]

W E D N E S D A Y : [ASK ONLY DAY!]

T H U R S D A Y : [Taking reservations, sending gifts]

F R I D A Y : [FREE DAY]

S A T U R D A Y : [ALL WORK DAY]

S U N D A Y : [ALL WORK DAY]

ALL WORK DAY – are days that I accept anything and everything from everyone. Meaning, everything is open and available (Reservations, advice giving, etc.)

FREE DAY – is a day where I only respond to important dms and reblog posts.

O T H E R I N F O

-> My asks aren't only open for requests and stuff, they are always open for anything!

-> I'm mostly active during the afternoon because I do work in the morning and at night.

-> Don't be afraid to message Eunha! She's always open and happy to make friends ^-^

-> My timezone is KST! (Korean Standard Time)

-> I will sometimes post “Inside Eun's Life” posts which are basically what and how I'm doing.

Credits to the person who made the idea of making chatbots, lots of love for you @yandereminholee!!

Special thanks to @your-roseanne and @floristluda for the inspiration!

Another special tag is @specialdeliveryforyou! Credits to them for starting the whole delivery service trend ^-^

And to @cherry-nayeon the OG café concept chatbot! All love and credits goes to her!!

Amazing people who you should also check out!

@mafia-minho @leextaeyong @5sosxseulgi @xiyeonnie @babyhj1sung @mafiajjh @mafiawyk @shinhaneul-oc @yoonhana @queenbeejessi @yourchungha @skaterchae @hunter-chaeyoung @og-aisha @sweetandsleepyjamie @fabricatedxkun @switchseola @seventeen-chatbot @mafia-chaeyoung @split-jiu @doll-hyunjin @wolfxhwasa @sub-chungha @chatwithchuu @bunjihyo @babieyuqi @domyeonjun @yvespunk @icyracer-chae @midari-jieun @peachyminju @yanderechenle @purgejaemin @spamnotes-cb @lovely-jisoo @amazingspiderhan @artsydahyun @xdomkangseulgixx @detectivexsicheng @yandere-lia @yanderetzuyu @time-for-confession @kittenjennie @urkai and more lovely people! ^-^

[aerielz]

come and untangle me one of these days

- a dream. a mistake. company, to make it better.

This is for and because of everyone in the original Flower Shop!AU post notes, specially @claudiasjeancregg and @stars-on-the-cuffs-of-her-jeans. You guys went waaaay too fast and I’m still trying to put Donna in here let alone everyone else, but I do hope everyone enjoys this! Title from Come and Find Me, by Josh Ritter. I feel like everything I’ll ever write for this AU will be somehow based off this song, tbh.

fandom: the west wing pairings: JD, CJ/Toby wc: 2453 rating: gen tag: flowershop au

He wakes up at the crack of dawn, stirred by some weird dream he can’t quite remember — some bittersweet memory. The coffee he takes washes away the sweetness and he’s left with only the bitter of it, stuck to the back of his throat.

He leaves the house, then. The streets are still somewhat deserted, but, much like his hometown, DC never really sleeps. Toby walks the five minutes from his house to the shop, and watches as the sun comes up behind the Capitol dome.

Walking into the storefront proves itself a bigger hazard than his own mood, though, as he is almost run over by a flurry of blonde as soon as he steps through the threshold— “Wow.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry!,” Donna is already there, crossing quickly towards a table under the wall-to-wall window with a spray bottle in hand and talking into a phone she holds with her shoulder. “Oh— no, no, don’t worry, that was just Mr. Ziegler. Yes, of course. Yeah. Yeah, I’ll let him know, don’t— tomorrow? That should be hard, how about Saturday? Okay. Okay, thank you so much, Dr. Bartlett.”

“Donna,” he says when she hangs up.

“Shouldn’t we receive a shipment of sunflowers this weekend?” She sprays a mist over an arrangement of daisies.

It's too early for this. Too early for and her energy and her incessant talking, but somehow Toby can never be mad at Donna. Even when she sends congratulatory arrangements to funerals by accident. Even when she turns around still spraying, causing him to find himself inside a cloud.

“Donna—”

“We’ll sure need them, Dr. Bartlett just called saying that Liz will be home for the weekend.”

"How many times I have to tell you to never call me Mr. Ziegler?"

"Should I call you Mr. Grumpy, then?"

"It's Mr. nothing, Donna."

"Oh, c'mon. Don’t be so harsh on yourself,” she jokes. But her quip lacks the bite and the sparkle, and Toby finally notices it — she was here before sunup, too.

He barely has time to register the conversation and that last fact when the bell above the door rings behind him. His heart skips a beat.

Donna looks up to check and her eyes widen, just a little bit. Just enough.

“Oh, God, no, not him,” he mutters to himself.

“Can anyone tell me what magnolias are supposed to stand for?”

Toby sighs, closing his eyes.

“This is a flower shop,” he says, turning around, “can’t say much about trees.”

Josh Lyman, arrogant extraordinaire, flashes a smirk, shrugging apologetically. "Maybe you should start thinking about expanding."

He swagger his way further into the shop, stopping just beside him.

“I—,” she says, putting a strand of hair behind her ear, “Well, actually flowers from magnolias are very common in bridal bouquets. They’re these beautiful, delicate, things, they’re supposed to be all about purity and nobility.”

This is why he keeps her here, Toby thinks. For every fact about flowers that he doesn’t know, Donna knows five he’s pretty sure no one but her knows about. But she looks down to the floor, and Toby thinks she sounds sad, somehow.

“Well, that..." Josh’s smirk quickly turns into a grimace. "That makes sense."

“The more you know,” he says, clapping his hands against his legs. "Well, you got your answer, then."

"Yeah, maybe... maybe we should focus on some other flower," Josh says.

Toby is more than ready to focus on showing Josh the door when—

The bell rings again.

Sam walks in, saying, "Oh. And here I was thinking I was gonna be the first."

Toby runs a hand over his face and takes a glance at his wristwatch. It’s barely seven. "Why are you all even up?"

"No reason," Josh answers. It's way too quick, but he's not about to question him.

"The magnolias, they..." Donna looks up directly at Josh, "Why you ask?"

"I— uh."

"Magnolias!," chimes in Sam, leaving his shoulder bag in a corner and sitting on top of the sales counter, right beside Donna, "Such pretty flowers! We're doing bridal bouquets, now? We should, the marriage stuff really is great business."

"Oh, God, no," Josh mutters.

"It really is!,” Sam continues, “There’s definitely money in the sector, and it’s not like it’s an unpleasant job. Donna here, for example, would love it. Anyone with a knack for romance would, really.”

“You work the afternoon shift,” Toby tells Sam, exasperated and already so, so, tired. “On weekends. What the hell are you doing here?”

“I have no idea, Josh was the one who called me.”

“And you came?”

"Absolutely," says Sam, almost triumphant. “I mean why not?”

“I can think of at least, I don’t know, twenty reasons.”

“Well, I like to help my friends when I can, Toby. For the same reasons I think we should really start doing weddings.”

“Unbelievable,” he cries out, “How did we even get to this point of the conversation, we are not doing weddings, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m a romantic—”

“Yeah, that explains it.”

“—and you know what, I think you are one, too. I think most, if not all, of us here are. Or you're gonna tell me you wouldn't like the sight of the love of your life, surrounded by blooms and blossoms, walking her way towards you? Or, or— maybe doing that walk yourself, that would probably be quite an experience, right? C’mon, Donna, you look like someone who dreams about a big wedding, tell ‘em."

"I... really rather not."

"God, kill me. Right now," Josh mutters a bit too loud, "Just kill me."

Toby notices, strangely enough, that Donna seems to second that thought, but the impression barely has time to settle in because at that exact moment the door opens again. But instead of the light, almost quiet, chime of the bell, they hear a sharp shrill and a loud thud, from the door connecting violently with the wall.

"Joshua Lyman, I will have you hanged," a familiar voice booms.

"I didn’t mean literally," Josh whispers to no one.

"What the actual f— I mean, really, I am never leaving you in charge of the schedule again. Amy just called me asking for your head and I’m pretty sure Joey wants your nuts served on sterling silver — why the hell did you think it was a good idea to have everyone here at like six in the morning, Joshua?"

“Look—”

“Choose your next words carefully because in order for you to keep your internal organs on the inside of your body this will have to be really good.”

His answer ends up not coming in words at all, but in a pleading look — the wide eyes of a man who needs help.

The room awaits silently for Josh's defense, but Toby is looking at CJ, who, for some reason, seems to have a monopoly on his attention whenever she's in the room. And so he catches the moment when her gazes subtly travel to Donna's face. He follows just as carefully, to find her sniffling quietly, cleaning her eyes with the sleeves of her cardigan.

CJ swallows and tracks her eyes back to Josh. Something passes between the two, some understanding, that Toby is not privy to.

“Well." She sighs, rage completely gone. Everyone looks at her. "Since we’re here... maybe... we could all just have something nice to eat...? My treat.”

Josh is visibly relieved.

"I'll take you up on that," Sam says, "I haven't eaten a thing yet."

"You left home without eating?," Donna asks.

"I'm not used to waking up this early."

"Well, let's put some kind of food inside you then," CJ says.

"And coffee," he completes.

They all walk to the nearest café together, finding Bonnie on her bike on her way to work. She unmounts and joins them. Ginger arrives later, when they're all making a fuss over latte flavours, chipping in too. Seasonal spices are seasonal, that's why they're special!, cries out Donna. Nonsense, says Josh, what if I want pumpkin spice all year round, what's wrong with that?

Toby is equal parts impressed and not at all by Josh having an elaborate coffee order. He's hanging back behind the group, watching them have fun with nothing but their own friendship, when CJ finds him.

"What about you, Tobus, gonna drown yourself in cinnamon and allspice, too?," she asks.

He lets himself laugh, "I don't think I have it in me to drink something that complicated."

"A simple man, huh."

"You could say that," he tries and fails to hide a smile.

"I have just the thing."

She enters the line and comes back two minutes later, shoving a blueberry muffin into his hands.

"You didn't have to."

She's the one smiling, then. "I know."

CJ looks up ahead at the rest of their party and her gaze falls on Donna, going soft when she watches how openly the woman laughs while trying to argue some sense into Josh about something as innocuous as coffee.

“Why do I have the impression you know something about my own employee that I don’t...?," Toby asks, then takes a bite from his muffin. It's a bit too sweet for him, but it tastes good. It feels good, like replenishing something inside him.

“I... might.”

“CJ.”

“I’m not supposed to say anything.”

“Those flower arrangements, you like them a lot, right.”

“You don’t play fair.”

“It’s why I’ll never be a professional baseball player.”

“Could've had a chance with the Red Socks team of nineteen—”

“You don’t know anything about baseball, stop obfuscating.”

She sighs, sagging.

“She was supposed to be getting married today.”

Toby chokes on a piece of his muffin. CJ gives him a slap on the back.

“Married?”, he all but yells, between coughs.

“Keep your voice down!”

“What do you mean married?,” he whisper-yells, “You’re telling me she was supposed to marry that asshole?”

“We all make mistakes.”

“Voice of experience?”

“I’m a tattoo artist, Tobias, I have seen things.”

"Married," he repeats. "Married! She's, what, twenty-five? And she's supposed to be getting married to— to a guy who wanted her to throw her entire life away to—"

"I shouldn't have told you anything."

"—what, pay his bills?!"

He breathes in deeply and takes a big bite out of his muffin, knowing the sugar will help him cool down.

It must be quite a picture, his beard covered in crumbs while he munches angrily, because CJ looks at him like she’s about to burst into laughter.

“What?”

"I swear to god between you and Josh the girl’s got more protection than a mafia daughter.”

"Josh knows?," that explains a lot, he thinks. "You're not very good at keeping secrets are you."

"Listen pal, I am very good at it, I just... She needed help, okay?"

"And you think we’re the right people to help her?"

He's not being skeptical, he really isn't. But Donna’s far away from home, and she’s bound to be missing more substantial support. It is true that CJ has a way of making him feel better by just being there, though, and to be fair it is a general talent of hers. Regardless of his protests both her and Josh, they do this, somehow. They arrive, arguing over something tiny, and he forgets he’s worried about anything.

"Yeah, I mean," she shrugs, "isn’t that what friends are for?"

Toby looks up ahead at the people who came around the shop, and all the way here, too, just to keep each other company.

“I think it might work,” CJ concludes.

Between their party and the sugar in his system, he can’t remember what was it that upset him so much that morning.

They all sit on a big table outside the shop, still discussing seasonal lattes. Sam remembers some of his favorites, recalling one or two that never came back another year. Ginger and Bonnie share hot chocolate recipes, and Donna makes notes.

The sun settles itself in the sky and shines down warmly. The District starts moving faster, getting into the gears of the day.

Their regular opening hour approaches.

CJ rises from her place beside Toby and motions with her head for Josh to follow her.

“It's been nice to be robbed blind by a coffee shop chain for your benefit, but we better get to work.”

“Thanks for coming around,” Donna tells her, “I've been having a couple of rough days and…this helped.”

“You should come up to the shop, if it happens again,” CJ says. “Just to hang around. There's always someone there to keep you company.”

“Come today, even,” Josh completes, “I think Amy might not murder me if there’s witnesses.”

“Today's probably not gonna happen,” Donna answers, “We'll be doing some new arrangements, for a while, Dr. Bartlett called.”

“MD or PhD?”

“It’s a lot of work anyway, so does it really matter?”

Josh smiles, shaking his head, “I guess not.”

Is there someone he didn't call?, Toby thinks.

Josh and CJ bid the rest of the table goodbye and head in the direction of their shop. The conversation around them resumes, but Donna is chewing on her lips instead of jumping in to refute Sam's argumentation over croissants.

She steals a glance to watch their backs retreat on the sidewalk, but, before they can get too far, Donna bolts from her seat and stops Josh with a hand on his forearm.

“Josh.”

He stops and looks back. “Yeah?”

She hesitates. When she speaks, it is just loud enough for him to hear.

"Why did you ask about the magnolias?"

She notices she’s still holding him by his shirt and lets go of it, but Josh slides his hand into hers. "Someone came into the shop yesterday to get them done. They reminded me of you.”

He gives her hand a squeeze, that she returns. They share a smile.

“Maybe I could come around tomorrow?,” she says.

“Yeah,” he nods, “Yeah, I think I’d like that. See you tomorrow, then.”

A few steps behind Josh, CJ is watching them, too.

She finds Toby's gaze, when Josh releases Donna's hand to join her. And gives him a wink.

He laughs at the ridiculousness of it, at how warm it makes him feel. But something in the gesture between him makes him believe that there are better days ahead. For all of them.

He turns back to the table around him and when Donna sits down he finally gives in— “You’re all delusional, black forest is just chocolate and cherry, it tastes the same anywhere.”

—starting another round of protests that leads to laughter and lively conversation that lasts the rest of the day.

[honeysuckle-writings]

DANGANRONPA AUTUMN WEEK 2020

Day 5: Hot Drinks and Spice

Amasai

It's so late. I'm so sorry. I rushed this baby out too because I can't not participate in fall and winter stuff.

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"Believe me, Rantaro. I assure you that this will be a very important trip." Korekiyo assured his friend. Rantaro and Korekiyo slowly made their way through the crowded mall. Even though the mall had just opened, crowds had piled inside in Hope's to be first in line for the start of the fall season sales.

Rantaro was thankful that he got some time to hang out with his best friend. Most of the time they were off traveling in different parts of the world and when they had time, they would always get together and catch up.

"Ah no worries Kork. I'm in no rush at all." Rantaro shrugged and looked around at all the different changing seasons sales that were posted in the store windows. A lot of the clothes were right up his alley, but he wasn't interested in trying anything on at the moment.

"I believe you will enjoy this trip as well." 

Rantaro was used to Korekiyo being a bit of. mystery. That was one of the things that bonded them together. Both of them had been called an enigma by their peers plenty of times before.

Korekiyo soon stopped right in front of the Hot Topic store.

"You're taking me on an important quest … in hot topic?" Rantaro had to hold back a laugh. He should have known it would not be extremely serious being at the mall.

"You make it sound so trivial. They are having a sale on their jean's and I intend to finally replenish my stock." 

"Hey whatever floats your boat. Let's go."

They made their way inside, thankful that it was still relatively empty inside. 

Korikeyo immediately went to the right of the store and began sifting through pants while Rantaro eyed the different accessories. Not that he needed anymore, but they were always a want. Without looking, Rantaro turned his body quickly to go on the other side of the display, and instead bumped right into someone.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't even loo-." Rantaro's apology cut short as his green eyes met amber ones. Rantaro thought his heart was going to bump out of his chest, much like the old cartoons. "Oh." A shorter male with blueish hued hair looked up at him, a lanyard hanging around his neck with a hot topic name tag on it. Shuichi.

"It's alright. Uhm. Hap- happens all the time." Shuichi stuttered slightly. 

"You run into big goofs all the time?" Rantaro raised an eyebrow. 

"No. I mean. Yes. But." Shuichi stopped himself. "The kiosk makes it hard to see around the corner. I run into people a lot because of it."

Rantaro chuckled and put an arm behind his neck nervously. "Yeah and it doesn't help that my limbs normally just… do whatever they want to. Just go around smacking into things a lot." He knew he was rambling but he just couldn't stop. 

"As long as you don't get hurt in here." Shuichi attempted to tease him. 

"Because you're on duty and dont wanna be responsible?"

"Exactly." Shuichi smiled wided as he laughed, his nose crinkling and making Rantaro swoon even harder. 

"I'm gunna guess you opened today yeah?" Rantaro crossed his arms over his chest to keep from leaning on stuff. 

"Yeah I couldn't even get my coffee this morning because of the amount of people just waiting outside the complex."

"Shit I'm sorry. What do you normally get?" 

"Oh, uhm, I try to keep it simple with just a Pumpkin Spice Latte with an extra shot. I hate to cause a lot of bother. Just a fall staple basically."

"For sure. Normally I wait until the butterscotch lattes are available and then drink my weight in them weekly." 

A short clearing of a throat came from beside Rantaro. Korekiyo had made his way back to the two of them, several jeans in his arms. "My apologies for interrupting. I just wanted to let you know that I have now finished."

"I can go ahead and get you guys checked out now then." Shuichi directed them to the counter. 

Rantaro bit his lip slightly, trying not to pout outwardly. The check out process was a little too quick for his liking, his eyes not leaving Shuichi as Korekiyo paid for his stuff.

"Thank you guys for coming in!"

"Yeah you too!" Rantaro immediately turned away to keep the blush of embarrassment hidden. Before he knew it, he was outside of the store with Korikeyo trailing behind him.

"You seem a bit flustered." He stated.

"Yeah, haha. Sorry. Just uh." Rantaro tried to find the words but nothing would come out quite right. "He was just nice looking."

"Excellently executed."

"You wouldn't mind if we stopped for coffee before we left right?" Rantaro continued walking, trying not to make eye contact with his best friend. 

"If you wish to buy your potential lover coffee, I will not stand in your way." Luckily Korikeyo's legs were as long as Rantaros and he could keep up very easily.

"Thanks. Sorry if that's weird. Just thought I'd do something nice." 

"You know the modern courting ritual is very interesting. It seems that coffee is the way to most people's hearts. I will sit down in one of the booths and you can seek me out whenever you have given him his drink." With a small wave. Korekiyo walked into the food court and sat down.

Rantaro stood in line for a while until he was finally able to order for the both of them. He hoped Shuichi hadn't completely forgotten about him. A small bit of anxiety had his thoughts begin to race when he made his way up to the Hot Topic. 

There were a few more people than before but luckily Shuichi was not occupied with anyone at the moment. He was busy restocking a shelf of Halloween items. 

"Hey Shuichi." Rantaro called out to get his attention before holding out the cup of coffee.

Shuichi stared at him with wide eyes, not expecting the kind gesture. He was frozen still.

"Did I get it from the wrong store? Or did you already get one from another worker? I'm sorry."

"No!" He reached out and grabbed the cup of coffee. "You're actually a life-saver. I have to work until close tonight. Someone called in." He sighed at the warmth in his hands before taking a small sip.

"Well luckily you had me around then." Rantaro smiled and took a sip from his own. "So when exactly is closing?"

"We close at 9 but normally I don't get out until closer to 10 after everything is said and done."

"Oh, so probably too late to do anything."

"Do anything?" Shuichi tilted his head in confusion.

"Oh. Do anything like, hang out. I could come pick you up or something. Hopefully you would have had dinner before then but if not, Dennys is where its at."

Shuichi giggled at Rantaro's carefree outer attitude. "I'd really like that. But uhm. Only if you're sure you want to. You really dont have to."

"Believe me. I'd really like to get to know you. Here give me your number and I'll text you later tonight." Rantaro used his free hand to dig out his phone and hand it to Shuichi. 

After Shuichi put his number in and handed it back, he looked back at the register. "I've got people to check out, but I really do appreciate this. It's honestly one of the best coffees I've had in a while."

Rantaro nodded and moved out of the way to let him pass by and get back to work. He looked down at his drink before taking a big shot of it. Maybe Korekiyo was right. Maybe the way to someone's heart really was a good cup of coffee. 

[jojoreadwhat]

i'm the best book you'll never read / honey & smoke - m.h. x OFC story

Lucy's POV.

It's been a weekend and three days since Matty tried kissing me under the stars. His breath still a lingering scent that wouldn't subside, so close to my pale skin. Laced with the red wine shared between us and the minty menthol he had threw before hovering over me. Sending this racing chill through my body that was fitting with the warmth of the wine I had consumed. His dark chocolate eyes like daggers against my crystal blues, tracing my face like transparent paper. A scene that wouldn't leave, a scene I was wish I played into instead of pause.

The words replaying in the savory tone of Matty's thick accent, 'You're not one of them' his calloused index finger running over my forehead. Moving the little strand dancing across it. 'Not in the slightest.'  Watching as his rare lips, so defined and gloss-like. Curl into this unconventional smile that was so.. inviting.

I sighed to myself, opening my eyes to the window with the picture perfect scene. Lightly shaking my head to possible mistake I had made. His strange absence painting the bigger picture that all was not the truth, that I was different in that moment. Only because I wanted more grammar rather than the tongue tied language he wanted to perform.

It was best to keep it a subtle memory, keeping me at bay for all the wonders I was expected to see in London. Matty was just an introduction to it all, starting the carpet that would lead me to all I was hoping to find here. Experience.

I looked down at my leather bound in my lap, writing the finishings of my entry before reading the watch on my wrist. Today is my first day working in the university's library. I buckled the strap of my journal, throwing it into my bag before grabbing another coffee for the walk.

++

I walked to the west wing of campus to the building separated from the rest of it, I swear the library for this campus was bigger than two mansions. Three floors full of magic aligned each shelf. A different world for a different day of the week. The smell ventilating so much that I could catch it into a jar like you would sand on a foreign beach.  

I clocked in, placing my belongings into a locker in the back. I bent down to fix the buckle of my mary jane's, before I stood in front of a community mirror. Straightening out my navy and green plaid skirt, readjusting the black tulip hem shirt following the placing of my lanyard over my neck.

Taking a breath, before going to look for my supervisor, Matilda. Blonde long haired woman approaching her fifties. Blue eyes similar to mine and this angelic face that you only seen in those old Victorian paintings in museums. With a very laid back style, a different patterned skirt everytime I seen her during study hall. Loaded with different amounts of jewelry, and smelling of fresh eucalyptus.

She was marking books with little color tags on their linings. Separating them from different genres. I lightly tapped her because you know the rules of libraries, six inch voices. She spun around with a warming smile, kind of like the one my mom gave.

"Ah, Ms. Collins. It's your first day!" She exclaimed ever so quietly.  Placing her arm around my shoulders blades as she directed me. Her light embrace warming me heavily, "I've been looking forward to working with you."

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Matty's POV.

I stood at the counter of Rocket Records as each strike of the clock moved and people browsed through the plastic wraps of wonders. I was in the mist of heading to uni when James called in a frantic. Ryan, the morning shift had an emergency to attend too. Taking me out of the terrible excuse of books and lectures. So I could stare at the girl a few rows in front.

Friday kept replaying in my head.

The way she danced to the strums of my guitar. The way her face squinted after her first sip of her drink. Her refreshed skin glistening against the neons as she came out of the ladies room. Her little hand in mine as I led her on the outskirts, buying cheap wine to watch the street lights and stars make align in her eyes. That laugh cascade over the sounds of the stale city, making it ever so bright in the night. The way she was so small laying slightly beneath me, how every bit of the details etched on her face. Were what she considered flawed, but to I so beautiful blended. Lastly how guarded her valuable heart was as her small hands barely amounted to the strong opinions running from her mouth.

I smirked in thought at the way her eyes widened when I didn't move my stance. Which them open from fear she was trying to have subside, to the curiosity of why I was still lying there. Showing that what I remarked back was the most truth I had ever spoken. She was not the red head in the bar when she seen her hands resting around me. Not the blonde that left my flat the day I found Lucy in my Creative Writings class. She was Lucy. Lucy Collins, a girl with lines to read and understand.

The little bell over the door had rang, my two friends and bandmates Ross and Adam peering from the sunny autumn breeze. Holding bags of clanking bottles and snacks as they rested them on the counter in front of me.

"It's Wednesday." I reminded. Very aware of the events taking place tonight.

Ross looked at me taken back on my greetings. "It's two days till Friday. We are just preparing." He replied, Adam chiming in beside him with a chuckle. I sighed to myself, taking the tagging gun and running along a pile.

"Is it a big one?" I asked, my mind flooding with papers due and studying to do. As much as I would be usually stoked for the midnight ride, I wasn't feeling it much.

Adam shook his head, "Preparing remember?" He remarked, resting his arms on the counter. "It's just enough for good food, good tunes and some nice company." He added, picking up a record.

"Plus, we think you should invite Lucy." Ross added once more, "She's quite the catch."

For my usual laid back, very unreadable expressions. I could feel the curl in my cheeks with only the truth filling the room. She's a definitely a catch. A catch so difficult to grasp.

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Lucy's POV.

Matilda had directed to me the front desk, giving me light duty today because we were pretty swamped. It was the middle of the next week now and there was essays and exams due. I felt all the same pain, I had a double whammy of exams on Friday that I was dreading to bits.

I worked with the computer, helping my fellow classmates if we had books available or if they had been checked out. It was definitely a sucky job, I hated the feeling knowing you didn't get to a book in time. It was like getting to class late... And naked to top it off.

Eventually it had died down. Matilda was now at the desk with me, eating peanuts and checking library check out slips.

"So Ms. Collins. What are you studying?" She asked, during my interview it was cut short so she didn't get to ask about why this American was in London.

I helped check slips with her, "Literature. I write." I explained, I didn't really have a direction when it came to what type of writing I was studying. I took up creative writing and women studies as extras cause many books I read were along those lines. But honestly, I just wanted anything to everything about writing at my fingertips. Writing never had directions, just flows.

She seemed pleased, "My daughter is a writer too." She went on, looking just like her I bet, pretty long blonde hair, taking the world by storm.  Writing about experiences she had and was experiencing things as we spoke. Wearing a coat of many colors without any shame. That would be a level I'd like to reach after this.

"I bet you have great stories." She continued, I smiled at her positivity. She had no idea that I only had a first kiss in Junior high and talked to a homeless guy once or twice. All my experiences being so blah and that standing in this library. In a place so new, was more exciting than all of them combined. "I bet he knows that too." She added once more, my face immediately flustering into confusion.

She smiled at my questioning look of her mentions. "He was here a few days ago when you had picked up My Life On The Road." She explaining more specifically, "His eyes were all over you more than the book in his hands."

She went on to describing him but I didn't need more, instead I was beginning to feel more guilt than I already had. Totally judging him by his past when mine was just a sheet of lined paper. Jotted with scarce notes that never even made it to the market, just a list of things I never did.

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Matilda set the alarm before locking the doors and saying goodnight. Day one of work had been surprisingly smooth than I expected. Leaving me now with enough energy of diving into textbooks and paperbacks of my own. Excited for the fresh bottle of pumpkin spice creamer in the fridge, the Coldplay record that was delivered to the house via email and the half eaten tub of apple crisp flavored ice cream. Waiting to be devoured in the freezer hidden behind the stack of frozen peas.

With the unlikely exciting things to be thrilled about for some when getting home. I retraced the familiar route to the tube that would lead me to my happy events of the night. The mixed aromas of firewood and the brisk winds tickling my nose, I went to slip in my headphones. Finishing from the middle of Moose Blood when the voice I kept hearing replay in my mind. Was now colliding against the autumn winds.

"Hey Blue." His voice sliding down my spine like ice.

Leaning against his car that was dark like the sky above. His hands in the green army jacket over the white and blue of his flannel, edging out all the tone of his build. His black infamous holed jeans meeting at the bottom where his vans were crossed. Casually playing the aesthetic he walked.

I walked towards to him, stopping two feet but only itching to get closer.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked with his absence from Creative Writing remained on my mind.

He smirked, probably mentally preparing for all the questions to roll off my tongue like a ball on the ground. "Abby told me that you were working." He replied, surprised that he went looking for me in the first place.

"Were you hoping I fetched your homework?" I remarked. My mind immediately regretting the bantering remark.

He shook his head, "No." looking down at his shoes. "I was hoping to catch you." Before his brown eyes met mine again, even with the indigo that surrounded us. They were so bright, golds so prominent like the moon dancing with stars.

"The boys and I are having a party tonight." He said, "I was hoping you could stop by."

My mind playing tricks splitting like a Gemini on a off day, one part wanting to cover my face with apple crisp ice cream. The other was Matty opening the door to the passenger seat of his car.

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The party was smaller than I had thought about on the drive here. Just a handful of friends, good brews and fresh tunes.

Matty grabbed me a drink before grabbing my hand and pulling me to the dance floor. I was never much for parties or the way my hips move off beat. But for Matty's hands to lay on my waist as his wine breath danced along the skin of my neck. I was fabricating more ways in my head for this feeling to be more frequent. The past thoughts of earlier as I was dealing with guilt for Friday. Were beginning to feel sighs of reliefs with all the words Matty babbled and the laughs he caused to ripple against the music.

More people started coming in from the yard, changing the vibe and it was getting more difficult to listen to Matty talk. Finding the words that would fall so easily were being replaced by nods and smiles. Trying to hint a bit that it was beginning to be crowded and he was all I wanted to listen too.

"Let's go to my room." He slightly slurred without waiting for a response, his hand moving from the fabric resting on my waist. Now running along into my hand as he moved through the crowd till we reached stairs.

He turned the knob of a door covered in nonsense stickers of bands till we entered his room. The room loosely matched his door, posters in multiple different sizes overlapping, collages, and a tapestry of different faces he admired plaster on the walls. I looked around, Matty turning on a lamp on his nightstand before sitting on his bed. Silently watching me as I silently observed the things that hadn't fallen from his mouth.

I chuckled to myself as I counted a few more pictures of Prince than Michael Jackson. The first week of his friendliness and his one man protest of who was better coming to mind. "You really think Michael Jackson is better?" I recanted, pointing out some of the snippets of articles I had found. "Okay, maybe. But Prince definitely has killer style." He replied as I shook my head in amusement. Trailing my eyes to the colorful bookshelf with bold names seeping. Picking up Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. A book I had all intentions of picking up in the bookstore back home, but it never made it to the register.

The sound of a lighter clicking as Matty lit his menthol was followed with his towering figuration standing from his gray duvet covered bed.

"Ever read it?" He asked, the cigarette moving with every curl of his lip. Wrapping his fingers around it as he pulled it away to exhale. I shook my head, a look of surprise gracing his face. The English major failing to read a book that fallen between cracks and rolled up lists.

I watched as he brought the cigarette back to his perfectly formed lips, inhaling once before exhaling into a question. "Do you remember your first English class?" He began, middle school replaying in my mind, Ms. Lindsay's pretty floral dress, the posters aligning the walls with every author you could imagine. She was a big part of my decision of devoting my life into words, journals and novels.

Matty's voice breaking me from my memory, "Remember when they taught you to never judge a book by it's cover?" He added, I looked back down at the book that was falling to pieces, the cover was beginning to wear and the colors becoming stale. "Even if it's a over read story or just a plot you'll never fully understand?" Inhaling once again, "Or just a author with too much exposure?" I ran my fingers over it's folded pages, the old and fresh notes made in the indents.

All his questions beginning to connect like the lining of the book. Matty was a book, folded at it's edges, full of knowledge and secrets some old from past lives, some new. Over read like the one in my hands.

I looked up at Matty who was beginning to raise his hand to take another swing of his cigarette. I had other ideas when I gently grabbed his wrist before I reached up and met his lips with mine. He was taken back my sudden action, making two of us. I was nervous about what I had begun but it all subsided when his hands wrapped around my waist. Pulling me closer, tasting what I was about to guard myself from, like he was a banned book that I was going to go through all lengths to read.

[sosolongmarianne]

Tagged by @airyhoney omg hiii and thank you 💓

1. Zodiac sign- aries sun, cancer moon (like that one Joni Mitchell song) and gemini rising

2. Chinese Zodiac- Snake 😐

3. Coffee, tea, or soda- tea, oh especially green or fennel tea yum (but I do have a thing for coffee flavoured things in general)

4. Fave ice cream flavour- coffeee 🙈 and mint choc chip

5. Fave holiday- halloween! Pumpkin spice scented anything is so sexc and also the summer solstice

6. Fave animal- cats and rabbits. my grandad used to have loads hee hee

7. Fave show- hm probably over the garden wall, Hunter x Hunter, mindhunter and this british show called flowers

8. Fave sport- volleyball, tennis and swimming (even tho I can barely swim pfft)

9. Fave time of day- dusk 😌

10. Nostalgia cue- smells of the seasons changing if that makes sense lol, and certain polish foods and songs rlly made me feel some kinda way

11. Best smell- the smell of fresh cut grass can’t be beat don’t @ me

12. Fave carb or starch- PASTA

13. Artist you’re currently listening to- Fiona Apple and Phoebe Bridgers have been on repeat. oh and the music videos for aviation and everything that you’ve come to expect by the last show puppets have become a morning watch ritual

14. Fave fandom- fandom?? I don’t know the general film fandom I guess pfft

15. Hobbies- cooking, film watching 🤪, reading, am trying to get back into art and walking while taking random videos of flowers or bushes

16. Fave movie- suspiria (2018 obvs), phantom thread oh and Princess Mononoke always makes me tear up

17. Fave weather- thunderstorms are fun and it smells nice after but also sunny days that aren’t too hot are nice

18. Fave subject- like at school? History but also had a thing for religious studies (philosophy of religion and Buddhism rlly gave me that buzz)

19. Pets- a lil grey cat called Toby (had a few fish as well but they all died yikes)

20. Fun fact- I know all the words to that monarchs song from horrible histories,, I don’t know how coz I don’t remember learning it but here we are

Wow it’s actually difficult thinking about things coz I forget I’m a person,, but love screaming into the digital void 💜😌

I’ll tag jsut in case people are bored and wanna do this as a quarantine activity pfft: @a-sevensoldier @cluelesssuperwoman @pinkguyaesthetic @mintadoyle @briarprose @triphyllum @quiltedhoney

Byeeeee 😯🙂

[peterpumpkinparker]

HC: Pumpkin Patch Date (Peter Parker x Reader)

Hello my lovelies! I’m so sorry I was on such a long hiatus! I’m back, ready to write, and super excited to reconnect with y’all! Anyways....I LOVE FALL SO MUCH (If you didn’t know that, just look at my username-it’s a pretty good representation of the amount of love I have for anything fall). I always love the feeling of fall and how it feels so warm and cozy! So it’s literally killing me that it’s still August so...here’s a cute headcannon of Peter Parker in the warmest, funniest fall thing ever-a pumpkin patch!

Word Count:

Warnings: None!

Genre: Fluff ☁️☁️☁️

(I was gonna make this with bulletpoints but I’m lazy and don’t feel like going through every line because this is a LONGGGGG one)

{•}

You and Peter plan to make jack-o-lanterns for Halloween, so there’s no better way to start than picking out pumpkins!

It’s autumn, so the air is colder and crisper, the leaves are these vibrant shades of yellow and orange that look so well up against the dark steel of the buildings

Even though the leaves are technically dying, they ironically give a lot of life around your walk there

The air already is smelling like autumn-y flavors, like nutmeg and pumpkin spice

Your wrapped up in a long sleeve and cute beanie with your favorite pair of boots, Peter wearing his typical sweater over a collared shirt with a jacket

The whole walk there he’s being such a cute little gentleman, offering you his sweater and holding your hand the whole time

His hand is surprisingly super warm, and it’s soft and callously at different parts and you love rubbing your thumb against the skin and feeling it transition from smooth to rough

Peter feels super nervous every time he’s around you even though you’re dating, so the feeling of your hand in his makes his heart jump alot

Everytime you brush your thumb on his skin, he can almost feel it a few seconds after, like your leaving this trail behind on his hand his nerves won’t let go of

You and Peter all the way there joke and laugh about random stuff only you guys could really argue about, like if pineapple should be on pizza, but But it’s all jokes

Sometimes you’ll throw in a comeback that makes Peter completely flustered or his voice goes up 2 octaves high and it makes you just bust out laughing as he just blushes all flustered and cute

You finally get there and it SMELLS SO GOOD

It’s like a carnival and a candy store and a HomeGoods that’s completely stocked on fall scented candles all mixed into one

Little kids are running and yelling everywhere and “It’s the Monster Mash” is on repeat

There’s a TON of hay

And pumpkins!

You already feel your mouth watering looking at all the popcorn and cotton candy and candy apples

“I’m gonna go get some tickets” Peter says and runs over and goes and gets some tickets for some games

So you just casually stand around looking at all the pumpkins and trying to find a good one

He comes back, a long strip of tickets in one hand and two cotton candy he’s trying to juggle in another

He’s smiling all cute like he’s proud of himself

“How did you know I wanted food?” You laugh taking one from his hand

“I think I know my girlfriend well enough to know when she wants something sweet,” he kids, still smiling like a goofball,

“I guess you do,” you give him a kiss on the cheek making his cheesy smile even-well-chessier!

You guys eat the cotton candy as you look at pumpkins

Youre going crazy, talking about which pumpkin color you like, what designs you want to do, trying to find the biggest one

He finds it so adorable, but your talking like a mile a minute and he can’t understand anything so he puts a piece of cotton candy on your nose

Your caught off guard, but you laugh and try to lick it off with your tongue and you can’t so the piece falls pitifully on the floor as you two bust up like idiots

You can’t decide what Pumpkin you want so you decide to spend your tickets

You get on a couple rides

Especially the kiddie ones (the attendants look annoyed but you guys don’t care)

You race a couple times in the bouncey house courses (Peter wins of course)

He has this tactic where he’ll be super quiet like he’s lost, but then he tackles you and picks you up

Then he TICKLES you

And Peter knows your tickle spot perfectly

So your giggling from butterflies and the feel of his hand on your hips and the hard *ss tickle

So he wins. Everytime.

THERES A PETTING ZOO

Peter instantly pulls out his phone and starts taking the cutest photos of you feeding piglets, holding chicks…

Until you get attacked by a goose

Which he tries to save you from while taking pics and the pics are basically blurry versions of you screaming

He refuses to delete them

Even when you pout

Later you FINALLY go back to figuring out the pumpkin you want

You jokingly say you wanna make a Spiderman pumpkin, and Peter gets all cute and flustered cause you know he’s Spiderman and he gets nervous when you bring it up

But he likes it-he’s happy you’re okay with him having that alter ego

You’re picking out a nice thick pumpkin as the sun is coming down

The sky is this pretty purple and blue twilight color, the clouds are a soft feathery gray

The little golden lights decorating the tents turns on and it gives everything this soft glow

Michael Jackson “Human Nature” is in the background

Peter just watch’s you pick out a pumpkin as your oblivious to his stare

He thinks your gorgeous, everything about you is beautiful in his eyes

Your funny and smart and he loves you and he doesn’t want the night to end because he knows when he walks you home he’ll instantly miss you and just want to hug you one more time

So he gets all his courage quickly gives you a kiss on the cheeck, because he’s a nerdy, awkward mess and doesn’t want to step over any boundaries and doesn’t know how to act AT ALL

Even though you guys already had your first kiss

So you turned, you’re cheeks red and he grabs your hand and stutters an “I love you” because he does and he'd do anything for you and more

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FIC: The Elephant in the Room ch.1 (baon)

Summary: Jeff has started working at the Embassy. He's got a new job, a new car, and a new place to live. Now if only the rest of his life could fall into order, that'd be great. Any time now...any time at all...

Tags: Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Prejudice Against Monsters, Angst,  Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Past Suicidal Thoughts,  Mental Health Issues, Friendship

Notes: Don’t skip the tags, okay? Not wanting to trigger anyone. 

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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If someone on the street had told Jeff a year ago that not only would he be working at the Monster Embassy, but he’d be living in New New Home with a Monster as a roommate and helping out his best friend (who was also a Monster and only called him Andy) on the weekends with weird experiments to entertain the local kids, well. Truthfully, if anyone had tried to tell him that fortune on the corner of Euclid Avenue, Jeff probably would have walked a little faster and hopped on the next bus.

Weird to think it was only a little over year ago. Not that they’d gone out for an anniversary dinner or anything. That would’ve been weird, yeesh, opening up some champagne to celebrate their ‘didn’t let someone kill you’ moment. Come to think of it, it was probably a good thing no one brought it up because that seemed like exactly the kind of thing Stretch would celebrate, complete with paper hats and balloons. Maybe next year they could celebrate getting arrested together, instead.

For today though, Jeff was on a mission.

He’d spent the morning at the Embassy with Cathryn, one of his co-workers in Public Relations, a short, plump Monster who distinctly resembled a cat. So far, everyone was very nice, and if Cathryn was a little giggly and a lot gossipy, she was also very good at her job. A knack for information gathering was not necessarily a bad thing in this department.

This afternoon he was supposed to be heading to ‘Classic Books’ to wrap up everything with Thomas. He’d already be on his way except Stretch was supposed to be coming with him and he was currently late. Not that it was his fault; Stretch had suggested they meet in the middle at the Beanery instead of Jeff driving all the way back to New New Home and it looked like the bus was running behind.

Not that Jeff would have minded making the drive. His new little car ran like a dream and if he still felt a little guilty having it, he soothed it with the knowledge that he was going to work his ass off at the Embassy to make up for it. It’d been a long time since he’d driven much and he’d never owned a car of his own. But there was something freeing about having a car; no waiting for buses that only went to certain areas and left him to walk through the heat or the cold, slushy mornings.

Or ran late.

He could go out whatever the time was without worrying about making the last bus, down the roads of Ebott and to the Embassy. Which, okay, was pretty much as far as he’d driven so far, today would be his first trip downtown and he was impatient to get on it.

Eh, it was all right, though. He was pretty sure it was less the time saving and more the coffee behind Stretch’s suggestion. There were already two cups sitting in the drink holders, still too hot to drink, but that was fine. This time, he was the one who got to buy the coffee and Stretch wasn’t here to stop him. That was how friendship was supposed to be, give and take, fighting over the check and actually being able to pay it. This time, Jeff was playing to win, and Stretch was going to have to deal.

Thinking of which, the bus pulled up just then, and people streamed off, Humans and Monsters alike headed for the Beanery. Stretch was about a head above everyone else, clambering down the stairs on the bus, almost tripping as he tried to pull out his headphones at the same time. From the sidewalk, he looked around briefly, brightening as he caught sight of Jeff. He waved across the parking lot and then he was suddenly there, right next to the car and hopping into the passenger side. Jeff had seen that trick about a hundred times now and it was still startling. He wondered what other Humans thought when they saw it, wondered if the PR department worried over it.

“hey, handy andy!” Stretch said cheerily, sliding into the seat. He only made it about halfway, grimaced immediately and reaching down for the lever to push the seat back as far as it could go. It was enough for him to settle his legs so they weren’t crammed into the dashboard, even if it almost put him in the backseat.

“Sorry,” Jeff chuckled, “no one else has ridden with me yet.” The seat probably wouldn’t get moved too much again, come to think of it, almost everyone Jeff knew was well over six feet tall. Then again, Blue, Sans, and Red would all be lying if they tried to claim they topped the ruler at five feet, so depending on who needed a ride, it might get quite a workout.

“it’s all good,” Stretch said dismissively. His eye lights landed on the coffee cups and lit up, “ooh, sacrificial beverages, whatcha get me?”

Jeff tapped one of the cups with a finger, “Pumpkin spice latte with an extra shot and sprinkles. I know that’s not quite up to your usual standards, but I didn't want to chance being creative. Only took Debbie like thirty seconds to make.”

“of course it did,” Stretch scoffed, “she’s a professional.” He snatched up the cup greedily and took a deep swallow, heedlessly of the steam still pouring out of the little drinking hole. Honestly, being able to eat or drink something no matter how hot was a damned handy trick, a seriously underestimated superpower. Jeff had already burned his tongue on his first sip.

He left Stretch to savor his rich caffeination and started the car. But before he pulled away, he glanced automatically to make sure Stretch had his seat belt on. Edge was infecting him with his protectiveness, and he trusted Stretch, but he’d promised. From the way Stretch rolled his eye lights, he caught the look, but he didn’t say anything, only moved his arms pointedly so Jeff could see the strap across his chest.

Good enough.

The noontime traffic wasn’t too bad and Jeff guided them through it carefully, not quite confident enough in his driving skills to relax completely, especially with a passenger. Not that Stretch seemed very worried, he only chatted about his week between sips of coffee, and Jeff couldn’t help laughing as he heard about Edge’s chicken rescue mission.

“…i mean, seriously, a chicken and about six kids, all following behind him like some kind of demented conga line,” Stretch laughed. “edge in the lead and you know i love him, but he always looks so serious, i swear, sometimes i think he’s afraid he’ll give himself another crack if he smiles in public. so there he is, leading them straight-faced as an accountant and nugget is on his heels like a lovesick idiot. me, i have to bribe them with food to get them to come with me anywhere and they’d follow edge into a kfc.”

Jeff laughed too, imagining Edge solemnly leading a chicken along the street. “Wish I could’ve seen that.”

“yeah, i never have my damn phone on me when he decides to get up to the chucklefucks. pretty sure it’s a conspiracy.” He took a long sip of his coffee and Jeff took advantage of the pause to ask a question of his own.

“How did your visit with Alphys go?” He’d already known about it from Blue, but to his surprise, so did Cathryn. Gossip about Stretch was prime material for the Public Relations department, which was a little unnerving until Catty pointed out that whether he liked it or not, Stretch was an unofficial symbol of Monsterkind. His Twitter following was massive as was his Instagram, and he’d been in the news several times now over attacks on Monsters. If his health problems ever went public, it would be plastered across the internet. The P.R. department needed to be ready if that ever happened to handle any fallout.

Knowing that made Jeff a little uncomfortable and that was a conversation he wanted to have with Edge. He wasn’t about to allow his friendship with Stretch to be used in any capacity and he wanted that to be clear from the start.

Stretch scowled at the question, hunching down in his seat. “fine.” That was a pretty firm hint that he didn’t want to talk about it, but to Jeff’s surprise, he went on with an impressive amount of disgust, “she thinks i should quit smoking.”

“Really? Why?" Jeff had always been under the assumption that cigarettes didn’t really have much of an effect on skeleton Monsters, unless—he involuntarily glanced at Stretch’s midsection, hidden beneath his baggy sweatshirt.

Stretch paused with his coffee cup halfway to his mouth, staring at him with narrowed sockets, then burst out laughing. "holy shit, no! you knucklehead, i'm not pregnant!"

Jeff cringed down over the steering wheel. Well, that was a year’s worth of embarrassment all dumped out at once. “Fuck, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have even thought that.”

"it's okay," Stretch was still snickering. "i get it, it's a little confusing for humans. not all monsters have kiddos in what you guys would consider a traditional way. just for reference though, nope, can't get pregnant, my anatomy don't work that way. neither does edge’s fyi, so you can skip picturing him in a maternity getup. can’t wait to tell him you think he’s enough of a stud to knock me up.” He grimaced then, a shadow eclipsing his humor. “actually, never mind that. let’s keep it between us.”

“Okay.” Every time Jeff got answers from Stretch, he ended up with a basketful of more questions. “Can I ask you something personal?”

“more personal than checking if i’m preggers?” Stretch grinned, “i’ve never stopped you before.”

“Why don’t you work at the Embassy?” Stretch blinked slowly, his good humor visibly fading, and Jeff hastily added, “I mean, everyone else in your family does, even Red. I only wondered, it’s not a big deal if you—"

“eh, not really my thing,” Stretch said carelessly. He shifted to look out the window, his fingers absently peeling away the cardboard sleeve around his cup in long ribbons. “they do good stuff but i…” Stretch trailed away and ducked his head, swallowing hard, and that casual façade faltered. For a moment, there was nothing but the radio, playing a soft counterpoint of incongruous pop music as Stretch spoke again, strangled and low, “because when we first got here i was teetering on the edge of suicide. took a while to get past that and once i decided jumping off a bridge wasn’t for me, well. didn’t really feel like starting a nine to five.” Stretch shrugged. “the place i came from wasn’t so great.”

Jeff swallowed hard against the knot of emotion that settle into his throat, the taste in his mouth like metal shavings. He knew Stretch had some issues; he’d told Jeff himself that he had PTSD, but not why. It was probably shitty the way he managed to keep bringing it up, but somehow, he couldn’t feel too bad about it. That Stretch had been honest with him meant something and maybe he wasn’t sure exactly what, but it was about being friends. That much he knew.

Stretch abandoned his mutilated coffee cup in the drink holder and let his hand drop on to his knee, the skinny bones clenched into a fist. Jeff hesitated, wavering, then finally reached over and touched the back of it lightly. Immediately, Stretch turned his hand over, his fingers closing over Jeff’s tightly. They pinched a little, unforgiving bone against his fleshy fingers and Jeff didn’t care, only held on tight as he asked quietly, “You mean under the mountain?”

“that, too,” Stretch agreed. His other knee was bouncing, agitated energy spilling out, and Stretch let out a shaky sigh, his grip forcibly relaxing. “anyway, i still have some issues,” he laughed again, sharper, “issues, back issues, microfiche, i’ve got the works. took a while for me to even be able to go to the embassy if you want to know the truth.”

“Why?”

“the labs. had some bad times in another lab. i’m getting past it, doing all the good chitty-chat with my therapist, but i still don’t want to work in one full time. my own little setup is enough.” His smile was still a little weak. “guess i’m meant to be a homebody. good thing edge doesn’t mind.”

“Why would he?” Jeff teased, lightly, “he’s got the good end of the deal, he gets to come home to you!”

Stretch’s next laugh was more honest. “thanks, andy.”

“No problem,” Jeff said. He had more questions, always more, and what did this have to do with Stretch's issues with cats? Whatever it was, Jeff was letting it go for now. They'd probed deep enough into the back issues of Stretch's mind for the moment. Stretch promised him once that eventually he'd explain everything and Jeff believed him. One of the first things he'd ever learned about Stretch was that he kept his word and if he needed time to do it, Jeff would let him have all he needed.

He let Stretch keep his hand until he was ready to let it go and when he did, instead of shaking away the ache, Jeff picked up his own coffee. It was only lukewarm at this point but that was fine. Pumpkin spice lattes tasted pretty good any which way you drank them.

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tbc

[scholarlyspidey]

Sweet Moments

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Description: To shake things up, you decide to build a gingerbread house with Peter, only to have things become an utter mess.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 627

A/N: The 3rd fic in my Holiday Fic challenge, this came really easy for some reason? I’ve been watching a lot of GBBO lately, lol. If you guys wanna follow along with these fics they’re tagged as #holiday fic challenge on my blog and I will compose a masterlist at the end of the month for them!

 “You know that eating the doors isn’t helping to make the house, right?” Here you were, sitting criss-cross on the carpet catching your boyfriend, Peter Parker, red-handed as he shoves the last of the cookie into his mouth. He looks at you shyly, mouth puffed out like a chipmunk and crumbs sticking to the side of his lips. You can’t help but smile and the supposed genius who was eating the pieces needed for the rest of the gingerbread house. “Sorry,” he mumbles, wiping away the evidence left behind on his mouth. Your head ducks down as you try to contain a laugh. The slight anger from him going through the cookies and decorations is overpowered by just how adorable he is. Mostly, your dates consisted of a nice dinner, a movie, the usual chick flick-esque moments that most couples go on. But it was December, nearing Christmas, and the looming white clouds mixed with the decorations all around made you want to try something new. Peter really did have a sweet tooth. His metabolism must have been at a mile a minute because he was always eating, and once those pumpkin spice and candy cane flavors rolled in? He was unstoppable. You watch as his hands go to pick up an icing bag as you start to go for the candy decorations. You nibble on a sprinkle or two or twenty and you begin to create a pattern on the roof of the gingerbread house. You wait for Peter to lay down an icing design before placing each candy in soldier-like rows. Both of you continue on like this, working side by side, he ices, you decorate. “We’re getting good at this,” he comments. “Yeah,” you look at him, “yeah we are.” The sweet moment came and went as Peter reached a hand into the icing bag only to smear it on your nose. You’re staring at him as his grin grows into a full on laughing fit. “Oh, you did not just do that.” “Oh, Y/N, but I did.” Before you know it, you’re taking the container of glittering sprinkles and start pouring them on him. He goes to shield his hair and face, but you simply start pouring them down his hoodie. Now you’re both laughing as he faintly pleads, “Stop! I just took a shower!” “They’re sprinkles, Peter. They won’t kill you.” He reaches back for the icing and is met with a shrill, “No!” It’s an all-out food war at this point. Candy is embedded in the carpet, there’s enough green icing on you, the Grinch is starting to look like a distant relative, and whenever Peter moves, his hoodie sounds like maraca with the sheer volume of sprinkles in it. Peter leans over you as you lay back on the floor, defeated. He bends closer to you, mouth starting to match up with yours, and soon you two are kissing. The embrace is definitely a cool down from the high of the food fight you both share. You kiss him back and can taste the gingerbread, the minty flavored icing, and everything in between. You open your eyes as he draws back, and you tilt your head up so your noses can touch. Slowly, he falls down next to you, and you both stay like that for a while, feeling the decorations that fell on the ground poking your back, you couldn’t care less. The thought of any form of clean up escapes you and you’re left in Peter’s arms, eyes open to see the dilapidated gingerbread house lying on the table. We are getting good at this, you think as you smell the sweetness of winter just before resting your head in the crook of his arm to unwind.

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[anonthenullifier]

About Me

So I was tagged in different about me games by @multifandommiscellany​, @her-storybooks​, and @scarletxvision​ (thanks for the tag!), and figured I’d just combine them all into a big one instead of doing separate posts. 

ONE: Name/Alias - Kat

TWO: Birthday - May 31st

THREE: Zodiac sign - Gemini

FOUR: Height - 5'2

FIVE: Hobbies - Reading, writing, playing strategy boardgames, hiking, baking, and co-op video games. 

SIX: Favourite colours - Deep purple and red. 

SEVEN: Favourite books - This is a big question...My top three (in no particular order because the order changes based on my mood) are

Lords and Ladies by Terry Pratchett

To Say Nothing of the Dog by Connie Willis

The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury

EIGHT: Last song I listened to - Third Eye by Florence + the Machine

NINE: Last film I watched in theatres - a double feature of The Lion King and Toy Story 4 

TEN: Inspiration for muse - This is a very good question. I love learning, so I read a lot of scientific articles, blogs, and wiki pages for fun, so I get inspiration from that. I also find lyrics from songs can lead to story ideas. I also draw a lot of inspiration from my own life -- whether that be experiences I have had or theories and issues I learn about for my job. 

ELEVEN: Dream job - I am extraordinarily fortunate to say that I recently landed my dream job --  a tenure-track position that is nice balance of teaching and research.

TWELVE: Meaning behind your URL - When I started leaving comments on AO3, I always used Anon because I was too lazy to figure out a name. So when I needed a name for AO3 (and then for Tumblr), I stuck with Anon and then added the Nullifier to it because 1. Anon was already taken and 2. nullification is a legal concept I find really fascinating and to nullify means to invalidate or reduce to nothing. Essentially I am doubly anonymous as Anonthenullifier. 

Nickname: My parents, much to my chagrin, still call me Katie-bug. That’s it, that’s my only nickname.

Gender: Female

Where I’m From: U.S.

Dream Trip:  New Zealand

When I Made This Account: May 2017

Why I Made This Account: I was a lurker on SV tumblrs since AOU and saw someone post about there being a Scarlet Vision Exchange. I decided that I wanted to participate and so I made a Tumblr account. Turned out it was an old post from the previous SV Exchange. Which then led into Anya hosting an SV Exchange because we had both joined Tumblr at the same time for the exact same reason and dammit, we were going to have an Exchange.

Hogwarts House: My spouse (the HP fan in the house) swears I would be a Ravenclaw but the Pottermore sorting quiz put me into Gryffindor, it was suggested I take the version with all the questions possible from Pottermore and I am now a Ravenclaw. .

Favorite Animal: Um...this changes frequently. Currently it is narwhals.

Followers: 612 incredibly awesome people!

Last one...

Rules: Bold everything that applies to you and tag ten people you’d like to get to know

I’m over 5’5” // i wear glasses // i wear contacts // I have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing (for shirts, anyway) // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo  // I have blue eyes // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have gotten plastic surgery // I have or had braces // I sunburn easily // I have freckles // I paint my nails // I typically wear makeup  // I don’t often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I wear baseball hats backwards

I play a sport // I can play an instrument// I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I enjoy writing// I can do origami // I prefer movies to tv shows // I can execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends// I travel during school or work breaks  // I can do a handstand //

I am in a relationship // I have been single for over a year  // I have a crush // I have a best friend I have known for ten years (twenty years...holy shit, never actually calculated it before) // my parents are together // I have dated (married) my best friend (not the same as the knowing for 20 years best friend) // I am adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have a long-distance relationship // I am an only child // I give advice to my friends (only when asked)// I have made online friends // I have met up with someone I met online

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sunrise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I meditate outside // the sound of chirping calms me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths// autumn is my favorite season (but I hate pumpkin spice stuff...gross)

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies  // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I can drive a stick-shift // I believe in true love // I make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I wish I lived in a video game // I have a canopy above my bed // I am multiracial // I am a redhead // I own at least three dogs

I never know if people like to do these or if they’ve been tagged before. So I am going to tag a handful of people and you are welcome to do all or some of these or none. If I don’t tag you but you want to do it, please go ahead! @chestnutbrumby, @my-name-stitch, @artemisegeria, @rachelillustrates, @theskyismadeofpenguins, @thegeekunlisshed, @always-untilstarsburnout, @magistrate-of-mediocrity, @dianaggv

[moondriftingold]

name : dori ! nickname/s : jus... dori. my name is already a nickname of my full name jfrkfKJFR height : 5′2 & in danger (keeping that from tea bc mood) nationality : italian-canadian favourite fruit(s) : strawberries n pineapple favourite season : fall! absolutely! i’m an october baby bitch! GIVE ME MY PSL OR PERISH favourite scents : peach, pumpkin spice, campfire, generic christmas pinecone candle favourite animals : reptiles n fish ! tea, coffee, hot cocoa : i used to hate all of these but i fell in love w my parents’ nespresso machine 2 yrs ago and have been drinking coffee ever since. also recently got into tea this year and now i have a whole shelf full of fruit teas, rip my roommates average hours of sleep : 4-6 hours, typically 5 when my blog was created : SO IVE BEEN WRITING SAÏX FOR A LONG TIME i first picked him up in 2015 and then rebooted him in 2017 after a brief hiatus, and have been mostly consistent on this blog ever since! try me bitch im a veteran  random fact : i am on a journey to become zero-waste and its one of the hardest and most frustrating things ive ever done bc almost everything comes with plastic and waste and it’s so hard to find alternatives but u wont ever catch me giving up bc the earth is dying yall favourite food : toast and cheesy eggs. very good favourite t.v. shows : blue planet, tdp, the good place, bnha, the haunting of hill house, and others that i Know im forgetting favourite movie : seabiscuit, ratatouille, spider-verse, pacific rim, god i KNOW im forgetting things i can never remember my favs when i’m asked favourite vine : i’m just cooking pizza---  and also this one bc its just me sexuality : h pronouns : she / her! favourite book series : its been a long time since i actively read books (college is gr8) but i remember i fucking Loved the i am number four series when i was young. i read the first book like 6 times. it got a terrible movie dont judge me based on the rotten tomatoes rating favourite video game(s) : kingdom hearts obvi, but i also rly love botw, stardew valley, and pokemon! favourite band(s) : it changes all the time man. rn im really into listening to soundtracks favourite subject : bird courses guys or girls : guys aesthetically but if i have to talk to one for more than 5 minutes ill die last time I cried : uhhhhh three or four days ago? what I should be doing : putting together my books so i can send them off to print LOL favourite fandom : kh for sure! i’m confident in my writing here and i have a lot of friends to write with so that always makes things fun and encouraging, and i’m comfortable and happy with all my mutuals, and everyone here is just so nice. big luv to all of u

TAGGED BY : @13nth ! ilu! so much!! TAGGING : this sounds like a cop-out but all of my mutuals... tag me in ur post and tell me abt urself!!!!