#red velvet frap

[vanillabeanfrapblog]

Nothing Wrong with Classic

The vanilla bean frappuccino is a classic, rich and creamy blend of ice, milk, and vanilla topped with a dash of whipped cream. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this being your favorite drink at your local coffee shop. However, when you are looking at the menu, do the other flavors spark any curiosity? Even a simple change, such as a caramel frappuccino, has a bit of extra spice to the classic taste you already enjoy. But what about a red velvet cinnamon roll frap? Perhaps chocolate java mint? Often times, the base of these drinks are essentially your vanilla bean frap with a touch more creativity. 

As I said prior, there is nothing wrong with the vanilla bean frappuccino. However, if you have ever wanted to try something new, maybe exotic, you may have found yourself in the right place. 

Oh, but I am not talking about drinks.

Let’s just say, there are other vanilla things in your life that you might want to… spice up. 

Dancing with the devil is one way to put it, but I will just be upfront with you. 

It is ABSOLUTELY okay if you love your classic, vanilla sex. In all honesty, not matter how freaky someone says they are, they too also enjoy a romantic, face to face, missionary style. However, a lot of people also enjoy doing the absurd thing we like to put under the umbrella term of “kinky.” I personally call it sexually cinnamon; it has more of a ring to it.

This blog is a safe space to learn about sex and to be open to new ideas in the bedroom. I am not telling you I know everything, but I can say I have had such a pleasant time exploring my sexuality and I want to help you explore yours.

-Pure Vanilla 

[believe-me-im-a-barista]

red velvet frap!

When I tell you this is one of the best drinks I have ever made, I mean it 100%. I am a huge fan of red velvet, and when we had the red velvet loaves around the holidays I could not get enough of them. I was so sad to see them go, especially since I didn’t realize we weren’t restocking them until like a week later and then there wasn’t any left. So sad. But now I’m happy because I discovered a long-forgotten drink card that explains how to make a red velvet frap! It tastes very similar to the red velvet flavor, although not exactly the same.

Here’s how to order it:

“Can I please have a [size] red velvet frap?”

However, even though it is an actual drink on the menu, some baristas might not remember the recipe because literally no one ever orders it. So here’s what to do if they don’t know it:

“Can I please have a [size] double chocolate chip frap with [*] pumps of mocha, [+] pumps of vanilla, and [+] pumps of raspberry?”

*as you can see in the picture, depending on what size drink you get, the pumps of mocha are one more than normal. So 3 pumps for tall, 4 for grande, 5 for venti.

+same with vanilla and raspberry syrup; the amount of pumps depends on the size  (1, 2, 2)

An additional thing to note is that the double chocolate chip frap automatically comes creme-base, so if you order this differently than above, you’ll want to make sure you mention that you want it creme-based. Frap roast doesn’t seem like it would pair well with this frap.

If you have any questions, feel free to message me or send in an ask.

Let me know if you have any drink ideas that I should post about!

x

[dawnthefox24]

South park Headcannons 3

This time its Wendy and her Friend group

Wendy

Wendy is Asian mix (Mostly Vietnamese on her mother side)

She's Demi/Pan

She's good friend's with Tweek

Her favorite pastries are puff pastries but mostly cake

She's on good terms with Stan(she knew Stan had a crush on Kyle and it did hurt a bit)

Bebe is her very close friends along side Heidi

Plays elden Ring

She does kick boxing too (thats how she and Tweek bonded)

She gets headaches easily.

Hates the fact that she kissed Cartman

She's dating Heidi Turner

Owns an air fryer

Loves braiding her girlfriend's hair

She swears in Vietnamese when she gets extremely pissed.

Loves curry mostly Seafood Curry.

Enjoys cooking mainly curry

Loves Tweeks baking mainly his red velvet cupcakes

Played a lot of cooking mama games so she knows how to cook

Uses a bo staff as a self defense weapon

Has Chiroptophobia(a bat flew into her room)

Is 100% a cat person but loves dogs too

She's double jointed

Has glasses but wears contacts

Enjoys ice skating

She's an over thinker

Is a perfectionist

Has OCD and BPD

Is getting treatment for her BPD.

She's happy to have such a wonderful Girlfriend like Heidi.

Is left handed.

She cooks a vegan curry version for Heidi.

Heidi

Is bisexual

She regrets for being in a relationship with Cartman

Is dating Wendy

She's ambidextrous

She loves pear cakes that Tweek makes

Knows that Tweek is the best baker in all of South Park.

She's has stretch mark scars and is very self-concious about it.

Is back on her vegan diet and is putting all her commitment into it

Knows the signs of a narrassic emotional manplutive person. Mostly the red flags.

She was worried about getting into a relationship with Wendy when her girlfriend told her about her BPD. Not wanting another Cartman relationship.

Is happy and being very supportive of getting Wendy help with her BPD.

She actually cried happy tears when Wendy got help right of the bat.

Hate's Beyond meat. (Cartman ruined it for her)

She makes herself a vegan dinner and a vegan lunch for her girlfriend too.

Is happy that Wendy eats her lunch.

She's good friend's with Kyle and apologizes to all of the horrible things she said to him while she was with Cartman.

She and Wendy both talk shit about Cartman.

Has low self-esteem. But is working on it

She thinks with her heart to much.

Has a pet cat named Reaper.

Plays Overwatch and Elden Ring.

Is a total gamer girl.

Is a nature lover.

She's the only one who can keep Wendy calm.

She and Red are besties.

Loves to read fiction and non-fiction books.

Tends to be a people pleasure.

Is a story writer and has an AO3 account .

Bebe

Is biracial

Is a lesbian

Dyed her hair light blond

She is good friends with Wendy and is very supportive of her relationship.

Is dating Red McArthur (Craig's cousin)

She loves getting an iced frap that Tweek makes.

Loves blueberry muffins.

Takes gymnastics and is very flexible.

Is a twitch steamer but plays horror games mostly horror games.

She's happy that Heidi left her toxic relationship.

She loves to tease red

Had a huge crush on her friend Wendy but fell for Red in under a second.

Loves to hear the lastest gossip from Tweek when he works in the coffee shop.

She's good friend's with Clyde.

She is a close friend to Nicole.

Knows how to sew and makes her own clothes.

Takes gymnastics with Wendy.

Is double jointed as well

Is an animal lover

She made Tweek gossip girl(boy)

She and Tweek are close besties type of friends.

Has a grass pollen allergy mostly sneezing

Knows how too write in cursive

Her full name is Belladonna Stevens but she goes by Bebe (her mother named her Belladonna)

She hates her full name.

She enjoys Red's company from time to time

Has Apiphobia

Watches a shit ton of murder documentary with her girlfriend.

Loves to play with her girlfriend's hair sometimes dyes it.

Hates getting her hair wet

Is quiet worried when Red goes to her roller derby tournament.

Has two pet axolotl's

The axolotl's names are Max and Ruby

Red

Is Craig cousin, her mother is related to Craig father.

Has a short temper

She's has no idea how she started dating Bebe Stevens but is very happy about it.

Loves Tweeks baking mainly his carrtot oats muffins and peanut butter cookies

Always tells Tweek she'll kick Craig's ass if her cousin breaks up with him.

Is a roller derby girl

Loves it when Bebe cheers her own in roller derby.

Takes self-defense and martial arts.

Tom boy vibes.

Owns 4 ferrets. (Kiki,Scout,Jewel,Zipper )

Is a ferret mom

Is quiet nervous that Bebe won't like her ferrets

Is a vegan like Heidi

Enjoys words games like crosswords and other stuff.

Puzzles love puzzles mostly puzzels with riddles.

Loves escapes room's

Is color blind

Is a total Space nerd like her cousin

Loves to paint and invites Tweek over to help release all the pent stress.

Loves murder documentaries.

Is a cosplayer

Loves anime but the gorey kind of anime.

She's friends with Kevin Stoley.

Loves to bother/Annoy Craig from time to time.

Always let's Bebe braids her hair.

She and Craig tend to do dumb shit together.

Is learning Spanish with Tweek but mainly to cuss out Craig when ever he pisses her off.

Nichole

Loves playing D&D

Is forever the DM

She does a D&D session with Stan,Kyle,Kenny,Tweek and a few other players in their campaign.

She watches 20 dimensions and Critical Role.

Is pansexual

She is very optimistic.

Loves leaving cliff hangers for her players during each session.

Her dad got her into RPG games/Board games.

Enjoys watching Diorama videos

Loves anime.

Is ambidextrous.

Knowns how to make diorama for her sessions to give her player's a challenge.

Loves lemon loaf cakes that Tweek bakes

Knows that everyone loves her being a DM

Looks up to Strong Woman

Listens to Evanescence and Melanie Martinez

Is good friends Butters

Will not back down from a challenge.

Has a pet Green-cheeked parakeet. Named Reuben.

Made Tweek baby sit Reuben.

She and Tweek are both bird nerds.

Is an amazing story teller.

Has a fascination with Crows.

Loves playing "The Backroom" game's.

Helps styling Kyle's and Bebe's hair.

She's the moral compass of the group.

The mom friend of the group.

[nctzendreamz]

Psycho — Bae Joohyun

Irene really, really loves you. Too much, you begin to realize.

Warnings: Psychotic!Au, mentions of abuse, murder, language, and in general dark themes.

Word Count: 7k

January 16, 2020 — 9:45PM

She might as well have been a celebrity, as she was the key reason that this coffee shop got visitors. Her silky smooth skin, complimented by her sparkling eyes and perfect build was everything the masses needed to get up early in the mornings before work.

She couldn’t count all the numbers she had recieved in just the couple of months she had been employed at Velvets; the coffee shop that rested in the center of the city. It’s red and pink decor, followed by the hand crafted decorations from so many visitors in the past, was exactly where Bae Joohyun, more frequently referred to as Irene belonged.

She always had the same greeting. It was in the protocol, after all.

“Hello! Welcome to Velvet’s. How are you doing today?”

And today is no different. She always tries her best to look right at the customer as soon as she hears the familiar bell, indicating the door had opened, but her nail was chipping, and it was driving her nuts. She says her line, still fiddling before she realizes that it can’t be fixed until later.

“I’m so sorry! It’s been a long—“

And then she stops. She has seen a million people come and go to her place of work. Most of them found her beauty to be enchanting, but even the finest of them could barely make her blink. No matter how hard they tried to merge the conversation onto dinner, or what she was doing after her shift, her facial expression stayed the same—dull and unimpressed.

But you. You’re standing here in all of your glory, hair perfectly sculpted to your face. She loves this look on you. It’s the perfect color to compliment your perfect skin, and daring eyes as they swallow her whole. Usually, she did this to others, yet here you were, snatching her soul—seemingly without even trying. 

“A long day.” She finally breaths out. Her heart is racing at a dangerous pace, and she knows she looks like a creep right now. Her dark eyes are trying to break you down, and bring you to your knees, but it’s not working.

“I understand that.” You giggle. You seem tired. The bags under your eyes are slight, but still drooped enough to which she can tell you’re either a student, or you work a nine to five. Regardless, you’re not always free. Your clothing is simple. Sweats, a hoodie, and some ugg boots to shield you from the cold weather. “Your nails are so cute, by the way.” You smile, and it’s calming. It’s not a full on cheese session, but that makes it even better. It’s simple, just as you seem to be.

“Don’t flatter me.” She begins, showing them to you in full form over the marble counter. “It’s chipped.”

“And still cute.” You assure, smoothly moving a sole finger across the nail. “Is it gel polish?” You question with an adorable head tilt. Absolutely priceless. You’re probably very good at getting what you want. You know exactly how to move, and lighten your voice to make people feel what you want them to feel.

“It is. You know—

“It stays on longer.” You finish for her.

“Exactly.” She can’t hold in her smile. Was her heart...warming? If so, that meant her cheeks were turning pink, which also meant that you could see clearly that you were doing it right. If you were flirting with her, you were doing it so well, and so respectfully.

“I’ll just take a hazelnut.” You breathe out. Your hands are in your pockets, and you’re shifting the weight from your toes to your heels repeatedly. You must be cold. When you’re cold, you get jittery it seems. That’s why you’re in here in the nick of time. You’re definitely in school. You probably just got out of class, and have a shit-ton of homework to finish. That’s why you need the coffee and that’s why you seem so exhausted; although you’re trying to hide it from her.

“Hazelnut!” She shouts, turning around and giving the ticket to the real worker in here. She doesn’t even look at him as reaches out to snatch it from her. “Is that your favorite?”

“The only coffee I will drink.” You admit, covering your face with your hands. You’re embarrassed. You probably feel somewhat uncultured, and childish for even saying that out loud.

“Have you ever tried another?” She says in a light tone, tilting her head just as you did a few minutes ago. Still, you’re unfazed. You actually close your eyes for a moment before snapping them back open.

“I have. I think it was roasted chestnut? Whatever it was it was not good at all.” And now you’re laughing. Your laugh—it’s beautiful. It’s not a subtle, shy chuckle that would indicate you don’t laugh often. You laugh all the time. She can’t tell if it’s a boyfriend that always has you geeked like this, or maybe your friends. Maybe, even your girlfriend, but that would break her heart too much.

“Well, coffee isn’t the only good thing here. We’re not Starbucks, but our frapachinos are pretty good.” Irene mentions, eyes flicking to the frap menu to the left of her. She lets the red sweater she spotted slip off her shoulder ever so slightly, and you’re looking at it. It was for a mere second, but she saw it.

“Here you go.” Josh—the chef of this shift interrupted, handing you your coffee quickly.

“That’s the fastest you’ve ever done that.” Irene seethes, shooting an annoyed look to her co-worker.

“Trying to close. No offense.” Josh nods to you, already starting the trials and tribulations that closing involved. He’s wetting a rag in preparation of wiping all of the counters down.

“Oh, none taken. I hate to be that customer that comes in late like this. I just have all this work to catch up on and I figured buying aderall from the guy who sits beside me in Psych wasn’t the best idea.”

Irene breaks into a fit of laughter. Truthfully, she wasn’t faking it. You were so funny. But she was also right. She hit the nail right on the head, actually. Josh couldn’t believe his ears as he had barely seen her smile a genuine cheese. Of course he stayed silent. “You’re funny!” She coughs out through her fit.

“Don’t flatter me.” You smile brightly. Your smile is so pretty, just like you. God, she was running through too many scenarios on how she could make you stay. “Thanks for this pleasing experience. Today sucked and I needed it so badly. Do you guys have like a manager or something? Or like a survey?”

She had never been asked this before. No one had ever cared to commend them on their excellent service and caffeine recovery program they had in place for the addicts. “Um...no. But what you can do is come back. To repay us.” She whispers the last part.

She needs your name. She just knows someone like you has the most goregeous name.

And the heavens answers her request. She already saw that you had a necklace hiding under your hoodie, but you’re pulling it out now. It’s a name; she just needs to know who it is.

“That necklace, I love it.” She leans over the counter, squinting to see the name. “Y/N.” She mumbles. “Is that your name?”

“It is.” You respond. “People say it’s stupid to wear your own name, but it’s comforting to me. Plus, I don’t have someone else’s name to wear so.”

So, you were single.

“Don’t get too discouraged. Someone could come and change that. Very soon, actually.” She purrs, and she finally does it. She’s getting in your head. You’re seeing her.

You leave, your walk mezmorizing her in ways that makes her tingle. She barely follows the procedures of cleaning, as all she wants to do is go home. She needs to know everything about you.

“Y/N L/N. Twenty four years old. Younger than me.”

It wasn’t that hard to find your all your social media. All public, minus your Facebook account. Your Twitter consists of retweets of memes that probably made you scream, and your own little comedy that your select friends liked as they felt obligated.

She can’t lie; she was expecting to see a tweet about her. Something about a beautiful girl in the coffee shop. But there was nothing. Not a peep. Then again, maybe this was a good sign. Maybe you liked to keep your loves private. She’s searching through your pictures, embellishing in the sight of you until something stops her scrolling.

It’s a picture of you, and another guy. His hair is black, but his features are far from plain. He’s not impressive to her, but she knows to you, he’s everything. He seems to be just your type.

It’s been two years, and yet, it feels like a thousand.

The caption is so short, yet so sweet and gentle. It’s telling a million stories with one sentence, and even she can tell there’s real love in the photo. On your side, at least. She feels sick now. He’s tagged on the photo.

Lee Taeyong. That’s his name. The first place she searches is his likes, where she knows she’ll find proof of him being a scumbag. The way you addressed your necklace; it’s almost as if it was a mere replacement for a previous. It was a somber, silent story.

A lot of his likes are filled with hip-hop. Viral dances, artist appreciation, funny memes just as you enjoyed. You two probably found love through a similar interest. She continues to scroll though, where she finds something that truly twists her stomach. A quote.

Do you ever wish you could turn back time? Fix a mistake? Go back to when everything was perfect? When you could hold her and she was yours? Because same.

He hurt you. She didn’t know what he did, but she knows he hurt you. Her first guess was cheating, and she was going to stick to it. Maybe your chill nature was because your walls were up so high. Maybe your intense laughter wasn’t because you laughed all the time, but instead because you hadn’t laughed in a while. And it was all his fault—fuck Lee Taeyong.

He works at a video game store. No—he owns an arcade to be exact. She was going to see him. She needed to observe him in person. See his vibe. In the mean time, she can follow you on Instagram. That’s not too weird, right?

January 17, 2020 — 7:30PM

“Welcome to T’s.” A dull voice speaks.

Although the lighting in the arcade is practically blinding—all the neon creating a cool atmosphere, their customer service is awful. Probably a telling to his personality if that’s the kind of people he hired.

She waited for a moment, waiting for more. How can they just assume she knows what she’s doing? What kind of place was this? It’s a Saturday afternoon, and it shows because people are everywhere. Kids are running around, and adults are talking trash to eachother as they bet money on who will win the car game. “Men.” She sighs. But with her sighs brings the man she’s looking for. He’s almost blending in with his all black clothing, but she knows it’s him. He’s hard to miss, but not because of his features. It’s because she hates him.

Her current outfit; a tight red dress and dangerous heels aren’t really arcade attire, but she doesn’t care. She clacks her way over to Taeyong, who is surrounded by many people. He must be popular. He definitely cheated on you. The girls around him were ridiculous. So much for missing you.

She knows approaching so quickly would be foolish. It wouldn’t make sense. She decides instead to creep around, wanting to know who these people are. As she gets closer, she can recognize almost all of them. Chungha—your seemingly bestfriend was here, some guy with his arm around her shoulder. The Johnny she had seen pop up on your feed a few times, the Ten, and lastly, the Momo. Momo also seems to have some unspoken feelings about you.

She could feel it in the way she comments under your pictures. You couldn’t notice her flirtatious nature, but it was there.

The most beautiful human in the world.

My favorite.

Can I be you?

More like—can I be with you?

“Excuse me.” Irene finally speaks, interupting their laughter. She was hoping they’d give her a dirty look, so she could have even more of a reason to turn you against them, but they don’t. They look at her in synch, smiles still on their faces.

“What’s up?” Johnny says, a dashing grin on his face. Another who thinks she’s too beautiful. Exactly how she felt about you. “Are you new around here?”

Chungha punches him in the shoulder promptly, clearly not a fan of his approach. Irene can see why she was your chosen best-friend. Then again, was she really your friend? I mean, all of these people were hanging around your ex boyfriend and the only person who wasn’t here is you?

“Sorry about that.” She apologizes. “Us pretty girls are hard to come by, and they get extremely thirsty.”

She’s funny, but not as funny as you.

“Oh it’s fine. I’m Irene.” She introduces, placing her frail hand out. It connects with Chungha’s, and it’s genuine. “He’s right. I am new here. I’m a tad overdressed, I see.”

“I’m not complaining.” Johnny adds, receiving a punch from Taeyong this time.

So, he’s somewhat of a woman supporter too. I mean, he didn’t have to stop him from his words, but he did.

“I’m Taeyong.” He sighs, but he doesn’t place his hand out. That’s odd. The glow of games is making all of them look nothing less of models, but that doesn’t mean she’s impressed. No one was better than you.

“You know, you’re allowed to touch a girl other than your family and Y/N.” Johnny jokes.

The mention of your name makes everything in Irene’s body spike. They were acknowledging you, even though you weren’t here, which means maybe you didn’t mind them being here without you. Or maybe you and Taeyong weren’t exactly broken up. Something complicated instead.

He doesn’t say anything, just squints at his friend in an evil manner.

“Y/N.” Irene interrupts, putting a hand on her chin. “I met someone with that name last night.” She says. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “I work at Velvets, and this girl came in. She was wearing a necklace with that name.”

She watches for Taeyong’s reaction, and she gets what she wants. The mention of the cafe makes him almost flinch. Velvets must have been a place you two frequently visited together when you were dating. But then again, why did you seem so clueless about the menu? No, you weren’t. You mentioned you tried other coffee. It must have been with him. The way you laughed, it all makes sense now. You were thinking about him. A memory popped up.

She wants to ask if you were his ex, but that would be crossing the line. She had only known them for two minutes. It would seem too odd.

“Was she wearing sweat pants and a hoodie?” Momo questions now. Her hands are crossed over her chest, and Irene can’t read her. She doesn’t like that. Momo somewhat has her guard up.

“Yeah. I think she was.”

“That was definitely her. She’s been dressing like a complete bum lately.” Momo giggles now. If she didn’t already know this was her competition, she knows now. Momo is giggling just from thinking about you. You must make her laugh a lot. Irene doesn’t like her judgemental nature. You would be perfect in every state if she was a real one, but she’s not. So maybe she isn’t going to be a problem after all.

“You described her perfectly.” Irene seethes, quickly switching back to her normal state. The bright smile, and pink lip.

“How was she?” Taeyong questions. He still cares. She can see in in his eyes, but even if she was blind, it wouldn’t matter. His voice was so frail when talking about you.

“Oh brother.” Ten sighs

“I have a right to know.” Taeyong argues. He’s frustrated. He’s hot headed; at least when it comes to you.

“She seemed perfect to me. Laughing a lot, making jokes and stuff. I apologize if I’m out of place for this, but what’s going on? Is she okay?”

All of their faces seem to freeze for a mere second. They’re not uncomfortable with her question, but it seems like they’re wondering do they have permission to tell your buisness like that. They’re looking at Taeyong, presumably because it’s technically his buisness too.

Chungha is the first to speak. “She’s fine. These two,” she points to Taeyong, and then seemingly to thin air, “they broke up.”

Momo is oddly silent. She’s seemingly fuming, but no one is paying attention to her. That means none of these people know about her feelings for you. She’s been keeping it bottled up this entire time.

“Oh...sorry for asking.” Irene quickly scrambles, tucking her hair behind her ears. “I should’ve put that together by myself—

“It’s okay, beautiful.” Johnny places a hand on her shoulder, and she wants to slap the stupid grin off of his face, but he was going to be useful. He was stupid, and naive. One pull down of her panties, and he would tell her everything she needed to know. She moves into his touch, giggling just a tad.

The vibration of her phone distracts her, and she quickly searches for it in her Louis purse. You followed her back. One by one, you’re liking her pictures, and she can feel her heart beating hard through her little chest. Was her fairytale going to happen? Was she finally going to be able to fall in love again? God, she loved you already. Your sexy demeanor, your perfection. She needed you, and she would do anything to get it.

The bell of the shop dings, indicating that more people are walking in. From the way that they all freeze once again, she knows exactly who it is. She turns around and there you are. Her knees so badly want to get weak, but she controls herself. Today, you’re wearing an oversized t-shirt. She can’t tell if you have shorts on under, but she hopes you doesn’t. The shirt is from some band you listen to, and you have white converse on your feet. High top.

Momo is the first to greet you. She practically jumps into your arms, and Irene notices the way you don’t seem to mind. Her brain is starting to shock her, jolting her anger to all the wrong places. She could fucking kill Momo right now. The two of you are spinning around, Momo’s legs around your waist and you inhaling her scent. Everyone else is looking at the scene with a soft smile—they’re so stupid. How can they not see?

Momo finally returns back to the floor, and now you’re looking at her. She quickly fixes herself up, so quick, that you don’t even notice.

“Irene?”

The way you say her name is causing her to pool. She wants to hear you say it for the rest of the night. She takes a deep breath, not hiding it this time before she strides to you, hugging you. She knows this won’t make you uncomfortable. You seem to be willing to catch some affection for people you like. When she feels your hands on her middle back, she inhales you. You smell like spring, even in the winter, and that’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. She allows her cheek to graze against yours ever so slightly, and your noses to touch before she backs away. She sees the way you bite your lip. No one can see you but her, and she likes the thrill. It’s dangerous.

“Johnny.” You sigh, walking past him without a look. You don’t like Johnny—that’s obvious. Was he possible the reason for you and Taeyong’s break-up? “My Tenny!” You screech, putting his face in your hands like a baby and kissing his cheek softly. You have a soft side. “Chungha~” You sing, embracing her tightly. Now it was the big reveal. Would you speak to Taeyong? Or would you two do the awkward stare.

He still loves you. It’s obvious in the way that the love practically pours out of his eyes, and his hands shake. “Y/N.” He whispers. It’s like no one else is in the room. You must have not seen any of them in a while, based on the way they stare at you admiringly.

“Hey.” You whisper back, slowly moving to hug him. He closes his eyes for a mere second, and it’s all over. Now you’re back beside Irene, who’s very pleased.

“Irene was just telling us that the two of you know eachother.” Johnny speaks. He’s trying to get back into your good graces. It’s so obvious it’s painful.

“Yeah.” You smile, but not at him. “I was at Velvets getting my usual, and then we met. Surprised to see you here though.” You’re looking at her now.

“What? Just because I’m in a dress means I can’t be a gamer?” She jokes, and everyone around laughs. Everyone but Momo.

“No. Momo wears dresses.” You say, slapping her thigh gently. Why do you keep touching her? She’s standing right here, looking good for you, and you’re flirting with Momo? “There’s just a lot of assholes in a place like this. You don’t seem to be interested in that.”

“Well, how about I prove you wrong? Loser has to buy the other coffee.” She prompts.

She hopes everyone else looks jealous. Especially Momo. Knowing you, even if you wanted to say no, you weren’t going to deny her.

“Any coffee?” You question with a raised eyebrow.

“Anything you want—that is, if you win.”

“I say we have a tournament.” Momo adds in. “I mean, it’s been a while since we’ve all been together lile this.”

Shut up, slut. God, Irene just wants to wrap her hands around her neck. She had to get you away from her as soon as possible.

“Sounds good to me.” You agree. “Is that cool with you?” You look back at her. You’re already hooked enough to have to ask permission when you had only known her for 24 hours.

“Does it matter if she is?” Johnny mentions.

“Johnny!” Chungha screeches. “Why are you being such a dick!”

“Don’t answer that.” Ten prompts, taking his friend by the hand and leading him outside.

“Anyways, that sounds like a great idea to me. Let’s roll!” Chungha yells in sorority fashion, and now all of you are going to where the fun is. There’s a million games to choose from, but it seems like you guys have a section you’re leading her to.

“As you can see, the games only get harder and harder from here.” You explain to her, placing a hand on her lower back.

“So like, kids shouldn’t be going this far.” She giggles.

“Exactly. Consider yourself privileged.” You wink.

“Just because I’m short and cute does not mean I’m a child.”

“You’re going to have to prove that to me.”

You’re definitely flirting with her now. And to make it even better, more fiesty than she had expected it to be.

“What are you doing after this?” She flirts back, placing her hand on your back now.

“You’re taking me to get coffee.”

“Velvets will be closed.” She pouts.

“I didn’t say you had to take me to Velvets. They sell hazelnut coffee everywhere.”

“You really think you can beat me, can’t you?”

“No. I know I can.”

And you did. You beat the clean breaks off of her in every single thing. The whole tournament went to hell as you and Irene were completely in your own world. You ran from game to game like children.

You weren’t rude enough to not say goodbye, but it was quick. You knew exactly what was going to happen after tonight, and you needed it. It had been too long.

“You’re not coming over?” Is the last thing you hear right before you and Irene head out. It’s Momo again, and her eyes are sad as she seems to know exactly what’s going on. “We haven’t had the big sleepover in so long, and I cleaned my house.”

Irene is reading you like the open book you are, and you’re fighting it. You haven’t seen your friends in a while, and you want their attention. You love the fact that they miss you, and you miss them even more, but you don’t crave them like you’re craving her right now.

“I promise next weekend.” You try to plead.

“But I got drinks.”

“A promise is a promise.” Now your pinky is out. The way Momo seemingly gives up on her complaining shows that your promises held weight. She connects her pinky with yours, before lightly caressing your knuckles with her thumb. You don’t think anything if it, but Irene knows, and her eyes are burning holes into her skull.

As soon as the two of you reach the car, you’ve forgotten about the coffee.

With a slammed hand on the foggy window, Irene is in bliss.

“So much for that hazelnut coffee, huh?” She purrs, kissing you once more.

“You still owe me.” You giggle.

“You’re absolutely right.” She’s now crawling down your body, fully prepared to repay you for your victory. More like her victory. She had won, and it was easy. You were easy, and yet she still loved you. She would never let you go, and anybody who got in the way of you two being together forever will feel her wrath.

February 17, 2020 — 2:00PM

“Wait wait, so you’re telling me that I leave for two seconds, and Y/N and Irene are fucking?”

“Not just fucking—fucking dating.”

Johnny and Taeyong were catching up, just as brothers did. After being pulled out of the arcade by Ten, it had been decided that Johnny needed a break from his crew. There was clearly some animosity—rightfully so within the group, and a month break was much needed.

“I didn’t even know Y/N...”

“Exactly.” Taeyong finishes for him, taking an aggressive sip from his coffee. With the slam, some of it splattered on the table. He can’t help but think about how you would immediately clean it up as little things like that bothered you, if you were here that is.

“Well, how do you feel about it?”

“I don’t understand how this happened so quick. I mean, think about how long it took me and Y/N to start dating. We talked for what felt like years before you guys pushed us to make it official.”

“You mean pushed you.” Johnny corrects, sipping his Americano with shade.

“Whatever. I just don’t like it. I mean, this Irene girl just shows up, and takes Y/N away that quick? That quick?”

“I mean, she is fine as hell. Are you saying you wouldn’t be down for that?”

“Can you not be gross for like two seconds?” Taeyong fumes.

“Shh.” The congregation of the library says in unison, causing him to throw his head down in shame.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Month of meditation actually did something I can assure you.”

“I want to look into her.”

“As in, like stalk her? Do you really think you’ll find anything?”

“I don’t want to, but this all happened too coincidentally. I know you think I’m crazy,” a nervous habit formed as a little boy, Taeyong is scratching his elbow like a manic. His rash has appeared, and rash equaled bad news.

“Well, you know I’m on your side. You might be stupid and crazy, but as your best friend it’s my job to make sure you don’t do it alone.”

They weren’t alone, even when they thought they had found a secluded area. She was there, disguised as a typical college girl. She sported a bob that made her look extremely basic, and her ears heard every drip of that conversation. Of course, being the idiots that they were, a bathroom break included them leaving all their belongings on the table.

February 21, 2020 — 12:00AM

“Do I know you?” The blonde girl says in a low voice. She’s scared as she approaches her vehicle. She worked the late shift tonight, and deep down she knew it was a horrible idea, especially when her boyfriend was too drunk to come and get her.

“You don’t need the extra money—I got you, babe.”

But she ignored him.

“No, but I know you.”

“Did my boyfriend sleep with you? Because if you want revenge, I’m not the one you need to be speaking to.”

“What would make you think that?”

“Past trauma.”

“So he’s cheated before.”

“No, past trauma.” She doesn’t know why she’s entertaining this stranger. Maybe it’s because she’s so beautiful. You can’t help but to trust her, even in such a suspicious predicament. I mean, she was leaning on her fucking car like she pays the note. “Are you an addict or something? I barely have anything for myself, okay? Maybe next week.”

“You’re Johnny’s girlfriend, aren’t you?”

“I’m calling the police.”

But Irene snatches her phone from her, slamming it on the ground. The black gloves that cover her hands secure her non-existent finger prints, and the phone shatters.

“Literally what the fuck!” The blonde screams, but it doesn’t matter. They’re in a parking garage and there’s no one here to save her. She tries to run away, but Irene is just too quick. The knife that was behind her back connects to the back of her neck, and she haults.

“This is for your nosy fucking boyfriend, who believes that he can somehow find out about my past and make Y/N leave me. How foolish of him.” She chuckles, letting the blood trickle down her arm.

She’s crying and screaming, but as stated, it’s irrevlant. Irene 2 — Johnny 0.

February 18, 2020 — 9:00AM

“I just...I just can’t believe it. I told her not to work that stupid fucking shift.”

“It’s not your fault, Johnny.”

“Yes it is. If I wouldn’t have been drunk out of my ass, I could’ve saved her somehow—I don’t know. But now she’s gone. I loved her. I loved her so damn much and I was finally pulling it together because of her.”

The rest of you sit on the couch, struggling to find the proper words for such a tragedy. Johnny is sobbing into his hands now, while Ten is rubbing his back gently. Taeyong is off to the side staring into space. You’re familiar with this look. He was thinking heavily about something, but you obviously would never find out what it was. Chungha is sitting on your right, rocking back and forth. Her nails are chopping at her fingers—a clear sign of her fearfulness. Similar to Taeyong, Momo is silent. You expected her eyes to be on you in search of some answers, or silent suspicions, but she refuses.

Finally, Irene is beside you to the left. You didn’t know Johnny’s lover that well, but you knew she was a decent girl. She didn’t deserve this, and you couldn’t even imagine what would it would feel like to lose someone you loved. Anyone sitting in this room. Her frail hand is locked on your elbow while her thumb is trying to soothe you.

“I’m so sorry.” She whispers. Her lips find your shoulder in something sweet and comforting. “Who would do something like this? Did she have an ex boyfriend?”

It takes a minute for Johnny to find a response.

“She did tell me about some guy who began to get a little possessive, so she broke it off. But she never mentioned him coming back.”

“Maybe it was him.” Irene says quietly. You can tell she’s trying not to say too much, as she hadn’t been hanging with the crew for too long. You’re grateful that she’s here for you.

“Let’s just let the police do their job.” Momo finally speaks, standing up from the loveseat she sat on alone. Something is wrong with her, but you’d have to figure that out later.

“Let’s order some food.” You decide, standing up as well. “I know you might now want to eat right now, but it’ll clear you head even if just a little bit. We are all under a lot of stress right now.”

“I agree, babe.” Irene commends, smiling at you sadly.

“Alright.” Johnny sighs. He also rises, but he goes straight into the back of his apartment instead. None of you were worried about him hurting himself. You knew he needed time to let his emotions out, as he was constantly trying to be society’s definition of a man.

Your phone vibrates, and it’s Irene who’s hitting you up.

I think you should check on Momo. Was she friends with her? She just seems really upset and I know how close you two are.

You have to contain the smile that wants to come out for the sake of the situation, but she was so perfect. She didn’t get jealous about anything. And she was so in love with you. It had been too long since you could confidently admit that this wasn’t a one-sided situation.

Your feet are approaching the kitchen softly, trying not to make such a scene. Momo is leaned over the counter at first, but when she sees you she tries to straighten up.

“Hey.” She whispers, preparing for eavesdropping.

“Hey.” You say back.

Why was this so awkward? It was never like this before.

“I just wanted to check on you.”

“I’m fine.”

Which means she’s not. You see her observing your current outfit—yoga pants with a shirt she had bought you years ago covering your body.

“Do you want to talk later?” You offer, putting a tiny smirk on your face remembering that usually made her feel better.

“I think that would be good, actually. I don’t know if we’ll have the time, but maybe when everyone’s asleep?”

“The best thing I’ve heard all day.” You open your arms out, and you know she won’t deny you. She lets out what seems to be all the stress from her week as she lets you engulf her. It had been so long since the two of you were close like this. On your nights where you couldn’t sleep from past thoughts, it was Momo who would come over and hold you until you could.

“I’ve missed you.” She mumbles into your shoulder. “So much.”

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I haven’t been exactly here as much.”

“Irene...I know.” She pulls away at the mention of her name, and it’s odd timing. “Let me just ask you something— as one of your best friends?”

“Go ahead.”

“Don’t you think the two of you are moving a little fast? I mean, we saw the girl for the first time a month ago, and now you’re all committed and in love with her. I’m just concerned.”

She made several points. It wasn’t that you made people wait for you in the past. This whole scenario was just too quick, especially since you had just gotten out of a relationship not too long ago.

“Are you insinuating that I’m not over Taeyong?”

“No.” She’s confident in her answer. “I don’t want you to be with him anyway. He cheated on and is a fat jerk.”

You snort at her last two words, and she’s punching your shoulder lightly even though she’s laughing as well.

“You’re so negative minded.”

“Continue.” You breath out, covering your mouth.

“I just feel like—

The door flies open, revealing Irene on the other side. “Sorry to interrupt, but have you ordered the pizza yet? We’re all starving.”

In reality, she wasn’t in the mood for food. Ten and Taeyong had went to the back to check on Johnny, and Chungha was using the bathroom. She had heard your whole exchange and to say she was pissed was an understatement. Why didn’t you try and defend her? You should have walked out of the room, and straight into her lap the minute the slut tried to question you on something she knew nothing about.

Both of you look like you’ve been caught, and she relishes in that. The fear that is in both of your eyes.

“Yeah I got you.”

That’s all you have to say to her? First, Momo was able to get you to open up that fast, when you hadn’t even revealed to her any details of you and Taeyong’s relationship.

“Or, you can order it if you want. Me and Y/N were just catching up I’m sorry to take her away.” The slut speaks. Her voice bleeds cockiness, even though her face is soft and sweet. She knows that Irene is mad. She’s enjoying it.

“Okay.” Is all Irene mumbles before going back to the living room.

“What was that about?” Momo is looking at you in confusion and fear. She had always had suspicions about Irene. She just seemed too nice—too willing to be everything you needed, when in reality she didn’t fit the role.

Momo had been in love with you since she met you. Your smile, the way you loved everyone no matter their differences, and your seemingly never ending talent of making her laugh. You were magical, but she was okay with being on the sideline. She had done it for two years straight while you were with Taeyong, and even during your nights of crying over she kept it to herself.

She knew keeping it to herself was only hurting her, but she was willing to be hurt for the sake of your happiness as you were happy with Taeyong. She could see how much the two of you loved eachother, and even after everything went down, she didn’t want to stop your journey of loving herself to have to figure out a way to reject her feelings nicely.

“Guess I’ll have to find out later.”

You seem frustrated as your leg is tapping up and down—even though you’re not sitting. Your breathing is getting faster and faster, and she knew this picture. This is exactly how you used to react when Taeyong made you upset, or neglected your feelings.

“Does she know what pizza you like?” She decides on, trying to pick your mood up with her bare hands as you were always able to do for her. She finds herself dancing slightly—her go to when she didn’t know what to do.

“I should probably go find out.” You smack her exposed stomach before walking back into the living room, where everyone has returned. Momo is behind you, and Irene is staring straight at the wall.

“The pizza should be here soon.” She whispers without removing her eyes.

“That’s goo—

By soon, even she didn’t seem to have meant this soon. The door is being knocked on quite aggressively, and all of you are looking at eachother trying to decide who’s going to answer.

“I’ll get it.” You step up. You were always the one in the group who would rise to the things you knew they were scared to do. Before you can even put your hand on the knob though, the banging is coming again, this time even louder. “I’m coming!” You spit full of attitude, and at the same time, everyone but Irene is rising to the occasion to stand by your side. You would always protect eachother—even from the pizza man. Johnny steps infront of you, opening the door himself.

It’s the police, and they don’t look happy.

“Are you Johnny Suh?” The chubby officer questions.

“Uh—yes.” He stutters. “The police said I wasn’t getting questioned until tomorrow.”

“Oh cut the crap.” The other offer says. “You’re under arrest for the murder of Cierra Valdez.” He rips the handcuffs from his belt, and he’s trying to turn Johnny around, but Johnny will never go down without a fight.

“What are you talking about!”

“Get off of him!” You yell, immediately trying to pull him in your direction. Everyone else follows, together more powerful than the police. Johnny is out of their grasp for just a few moments before a gun is pointed towards all of you.

“Drop your hands now!”

“You’re not gonna fucking shoot us!” Taeyong screams. It was the most passion Irene had heard come from his lips, and she was quite entertained. She was entertained by all of this. If you wouldn’t have been letting Momo flirt with you, she would’ve gotten up to shield you, but you didn’t, which is why she’s sitting on the couch in fake shock.

“Y/N get over here!” She yells. She doesn’t even have to wipe the sly smirk off her face as nobody is looking at her.

But you ignore her.

“I didn’t kill her!” Johnny is crying all over again, his whole face soaked in tears. “I loved her. Why would I kill her?”

“Anything you do or say will be held against you.” The Miranda rights are flowing out of the officer like he does this all the time, and now they’re dragging him out. His back is scratching on the cement.

“Y’all have to help me!” Johnny screeches. The whole apartment complex can hear what’s going on, and it’s killing him inside. He didn’t kill the love of his life. He didn’t. “I loved her.” He cried once more. “I fucking loved her!”

Continued

[mitsususu]

Coffeeshops: a perfect place to do work, hang out with friends, and maybe fall in love. Below are my Top 5 Favorites:

“The Taste of Ink” (E, 5k) by AidaRonan

It's Valentine's Day and if Bucky has to make another Red Hot Red Velvet frap, he'll personally find Cupid and murder him with his own arrows. It's been six long months since he broke up with his ex when an old familiar face walks into his coffee shop.

And if Bucky still remembers his coffee order after two years, well, it's not at all because he wants every inch of him from his high tops to his tattooed neck.

+ Modern AU. Barista Bucky and artist Steve, who never forgot each other

-☆-

“run your fingers through the knots of my soul” (E, 13k) by caelestys

Sometimes Bucky thinks it would be really cute to meet someone in a coffee shop, like in those silly romantic comedies Clint makes him watch. But there is a reason why meet cutes in cafes don’t happen in real life, and it’s because customers suck.

And besides, love fades.

But coffee? Coffee is forever.

+ Modern AU. Barista Bucky, mutual pining, and long courtships

-☆-

“During Business Hours: A Filthy Coffee Shop AU” (E, 25k) by samanthahirr

Unemployed artist Steve takes a job managing the worst coffee shop in Brooklyn, where the floors are greasy, the coffee beans have expired, the espresso machine’s been sabotaged, and the owners might be Russian Mafia. But the job comes with a few perks, like a generous paycheck, reasonable hours, and one super-hot customer whom Steve can’t resist having dirty, filthy, bad-idea sex with in the bathroom.

Steve is pretty sure this job is going to kill him. But what a way to go....

+ Modern AU. Barista Steve's well-meaning attempts to spruce up a money laundering front

-☆-

“Completely Ordinary” (T, 12k) by AidaRonan

Werewolf Bucky Barnes has been running for years. Ever since Hydra started hunting him, he's been moving from place to place, never calling anywhere home for too long. When he meets Steve Rogers, the owner of Black Magic Coffee in his new temporary hometown of Ordinary, Texas, Bucky finds himself wishing he could actually put down roots.

+ Fantasy AU. Barista Steve, werewolf Bucky, and a community of supernaturals

-☆-

“The Taming of the Brew” (M, 18k) by GoodbyeBlues

When overworked nurse Steve Rogers sets out to get a simple cup of coffee, he somehow finds himself in a curious little shop owned by a captivating, yet slightly confusing young man. Steve soon discovers that his life begins to change for the better when he becomes a frequent customer, but that's got to be because of the delicious beverages, and absolutely not because of... anything else. It couldn't possibly have to do with the beautiful man behind the counter, who whispers secret words into cups of coffee and seems to know Steve better than he knows himself. ...Right?

+ Modern AU. Barista Bucky, nurse Steve, and all the fluff and hijinks you can expect from GoodbyeBlues

-☆-

-☆- Bonus Non-AU freebie! -☆-

“Steve Rogers’ Guide to Approach-With-Caution” (T, 10k) by velleities

Steve might only be pretending to be fine, but he’s pretty sure he isn’t hallucinating the person standing before him, and he’ll be damned if that person, clad in a coffeehouse apron, with a glove covering his left arm, isn’t Bucky.

+ Post WS. Bucky becomes a barista, runs into Steve, and figures out life from there

-☆-

*More coffeeshop stories in the Werewolf Bucky and Sign Language lists

[ao3feed-stucky]

by AidaRonan

It's Valentine's Day and if Bucky has to make another Red Hot Red Velvet frap, he'll personally find Cupid and murder him with his own arrows. It's been six long months since he broke up with his ex when an old familiar face walks into his coffee shop.

And if Bucky still remembers his coffee order after two years, well, it's not at all because he wants every inch of him from his high tops to his tattooed neck.

Words: 5082, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Punk Steve Rogers, Punk Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Oral Sex, Dacryphilia, Anal Sex, Biting, gagging, Piercings, Tattoos, Aftercare, Valentine's Day, Asthmatic Steve Rogers, Musician Steve Rogers, Scratching

[fanficctionrecs]

Title: The Taste of Ink

Summary: It's Valentine's Day and if Bucky has to make another Red Hot Red Velvet frap, he'll personally find Cupid and murder him with his own arrows. It's been six long months since he broke up with his ex when an old familiar face walks into his coffee shop.

And if Bucky still remembers his coffee order after two years, well, it's not at all because he wants every inch of him from his high tops to his tattooed neck.

Word Count: 5k

Rating: R

[ao3feed-stevebucky]

The Taste of Ink

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WVyx7a

by AidaRonan

It's Valentine's Day and if Bucky has to make another Red Hot Red Velvet frap, he'll personally find Cupid and murder him with his own arrows. It's been six long months since he broke up with his ex when an old familiar face walks into his coffee shop.

And if Bucky still remembers his coffee order after two years, well, it's not at all because he wants every inch of him from his high tops to his tattooed neck.

Words: 5082, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers

Additional Tags: Punk Steve Rogers, Punk Bucky Barnes, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Oral Sex, Dacryphilia, Anal Sex, Biting, gagging, Piercings, Tattoos, Aftercare, Valentine's Day, Asthmatic Steve Rogers, Musician Steve Rogers, Scratching

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2WVyx7a

[hvneymlk]

“BEST. DAY. EVER!” remi and chester

“if you’re this excited about a red velvet frap, you’re probably a party and a half after a blow job.”  the cambion comments with a roll of his eyes as he hands the cold drink toward the other. chester had treated the two of them to drinks after classes, and when given that reaction from the fae, he could only laugh.  he takes a sip from his own vanilla drink and leans back in the chair. 

[lovemesomesurveys]

Just say yum, yuck, or any other reaction to these foods... Fruits Banana? Yum. Bananas are my favorite fruit. Orange? Eww. I hate oranges.   Red apple? Meh. They’re okay. Green apple? They’re okay. Mango? Nah.

Pineapple? Nah. Honeydew? It’s okay. Pretty basic. Papaya? I’ve never had one. Strawberries? They’re good. Especially covered in chocolate. Blueberries? I like blueberry muffins and waffles, but I don’t eat them by themselves. Blackberries? I don’t think I’ve had an actual blackberry, just blackberry flavored soda. Apricots? Ew. Peaches? They’re okay. Plums? Ew. Lychee? Never had it. Doesn’t look appealing. Watermelon? It’s good. Refreshing. 

Kiwi? Nah. Lemon? I like lemon flavored things and juice on stuff, but I’m not just eating a plain lemon. Lime? I like lime juice on tacos and stuff, but again I’m not eating a plain lemon. Pears? Nah. Vegetables Broccoli? Yes, one of my faves. Cauliflower? I like it. Cauliflower garlic mashed “potatoes” are really good. Potato? Loveee.  Asparagus? Ew, no. Carrot? I like them raw dipped in ranch. Cooked carrots are disgusting. Bell peppers? No. Peas? Nooo. Green beans? I like ‘em. Onion? In certain things. And onion rings. Mushrooms? Nooo. Celery? Nah. Beets? No. Tomato? Yes Pumpkin? No. Eggplant/aubergine? No. Avocado? Yesss. Sweet corn? Just regular corn. Zucchini? No. Cucumber? No. Radish? No. Dairy 2% milk? Noo. Skim milk? Noo. I use soy or almond milk. Butter? Yes. Margerine? Yes. Greek yoghurt? Blech, no.

Vanilla yoghurt? Meh, not a yogurt fan. It’s a texture thing.  

Blueberry yoghurt? ^^^ Strawberry yoghurt? ^^^ Cheddar cheese? Yum. Swiss cheese? Yum. Gouda cheese? No. Blue cheese? Ew, no. Havarti cheese? I don’t think I’ve tried it. Fetta cheese? Yum. Camembert cheese? I’ve never even heard of that. Whipped cream? Yum. Sour cream? Yes. Gotta have that with my burritos and tacos. Chocolate milk? Nah. Banana milk? Yum. Coffee milk? Yum. Meats T-bone steak? No. Not a steak person. Scotch fillet steak? ^^^ Minced beef? No. Corned beef? Eh, it’s okay. I only ever have it on St. Patrick’s Day. Chicken breast? No. I like chicken, but I’m really particular about what kind and how it’s prepared. 

Chicken wings? Boneless, yes. My fave. Chicken legs? No. Roast chicken? No. Duck breast? Never had it, don’t want to. Diced ham? No. I’m so picky, I only like spiral ham that’s cooked in the oven.  Bacon? No. Pork chops? No. Pork sausages? Yes. Roast lamb? No. Turkey breast? Yes. Salami? Yes. Love a turkey and salami sandwich or salami and cream cheese. Bologna? Yes. I love me a bologna sandwich. Beef sausages? No. Chorizo? Yum. Veal? No. Seafood Skipping this whole section cause I don’t like seafood at all. Crumbed fish? Steamed fish? Smoked salmon? Shrimp/prawns? Clams? Mussels? Balmain bugs? Tuna? Calamari? Crab? Lobster? Raw fish sushi? Breakfast foods Peanut butter? Yes. Honey? Yes. Marshmallow fluff? Yes. Poptarts? Yep, my faves are the strawberry frosted and the brown sugar frosted. Waffles? Yum. Pancakes? Yeah, but I prefer waffles. Toast? Yes. Scrambled eggs? Yes.  Fried eggs? Yes. Poached eggs? Yes. I just love eggs. Sausage biscuit? Sure.

Oatmeal? Yes, with condensed milk, brown sugar, and cinnamon. Eggs Benedict? No. Muesli? I had to Google that, but no. Granola? Granola bars. Meals Grilled cheese? Yum. Egg salad sandwich? Yum. That’s sounds good right now. Pesto chicken pasta? Without the chicken. Alfredo pasta? Yeah. Mashed potato? Yummm. With lots of gravy. Ricotta and spinach tart? Yum. Beef and black bean burrito? Nah. Cheesy quesadilas? Yum. Add some shredded chicken to it and it’s even better with sour cream and guac. 

Pepperoni pizza? Nah.  Nachos? Yum. Beef ravioli? Yum. Potato salad? Nah. Couscous? I’ve never had it. Omelette? Yum. Chicken schnitzel? Never had it. Hot dog? Sometimes. I have to be in the mood. I had one the other day for the first time in a long time. Indian curry? No. Beef stroganoff? No. Chicken stir-fry? No.

French onion soup? Never had it. I like French onion dip with chips, though. haha. Cheeseburger? Sometimes. It’s another thing I have to be in the mood for. I’ve had a couple recently, though. Dessert Pecan pie? Nah. I’m not a pie person in general, though. Apple pie? No. Cherry pie? No. Pumpkin pie? No. Tiramisu? It’s okay. Cream donut? Nah. I don’t like filled donuts. Jam donut? ^^^ Chocolate fudge? Yum. Tapioca pudding? No. Red velvet cake? Yum. Chocolate mud cake? No. Too chocolately. Cheesecake? Yesss. Fruit salad? No. Chocolate mousse? No.

Creme brulee? No. Brownies? Yummm. I’ve been wanting brownies. Christmas pudding? Never had it. Not a pudding fan, though. Lemon souffle? Never had it. Chocolate chip cookies? Sure. Chocolate croissant? Ooh, Jack in the Box actually has that right now and I tried them yesterday and they’re quite delicious. Drinks Cola? Yes. Lemon-lime soda? I only like when I’m sick. Orange soda? No. Apple juice? No.

Grapefruit juice? No. I don’t like any juice. Blackcurrant juice? Never had it, don’t even have a clue what that is, but I’m gonna say no. Raspberry iced tea? Sure. 

Peach iced tea? Nah. Lemon iced tea? Sure. I haven’t had iced tea in a long time, though. Black coffee? With flavored creamer or cream and sugar. Cappuccino? Flavored one, yes. Americano? Haven’t had one, actually.  

Cookies and cream iced frap? Haven’t had one, but I bet I would like it. Mocha iced frap? ^^^ Iced coffee? Sometimes. I’ve had a few lately cause it’s been so damn hot. I much prefer hot coffee, though, and drink that majority of the time. Coconut water? Noo. I don’t like coconut flavored anything. Wine spritzer? Nah, I don’t drink. Pina colada? ^^^ Bloody Mary? Never had one, doesn’t sound good.  Whisky old-fashioned? Nopeeee.

[virge-of-death]

Ummm Im gonna post my fic inspired by FlyingOddity’s Grounded

Yeah. This is mine. Using the Au created by @oddity-writes with soulwings. I took it a little farther and made it so it would have soulrings too. Ueah. I hope this helps. This is very fun to write so i hope i can make the most of it. Thanks again for letting me use the idea. Its crap.

    It all started with a simple collab. It all starts simple. This was a simple collab, the writer writes, the artist draws it. Simple right? Except this prompt was not what Virgil expected. "A Prince, his advisor, his magic, and the villian go on a quest." Submitted by Puppycats.     RoyalSavior, the artist, was to draw a scene, then VirgeofDeath would write the scene. RoyalSavior Is drawing it now, and Virgil is heading to work.     Sadly he can't just survive on just commissions, so he has to work at, you guessed it, Starbucks. He hopped on his bike and started the 10 minute trek to work.    He finally arrived and walked in. He let the other workergo home and went to serve the next customer. He had on a white shirt with a red slash on the front. His hair was dark brown with the fringe dyed purple.    "Welcome to Starbucks," Virgil told him, setting up the register. "What can I get you?"     "May I have a red velvet frap with three cake pops?" The man said, leaning on the counter. Virgil could then see the white backpack with a Red sash. It was open a little and he could see a sketch book in the bag.     "Sure, that will be $10.58. Name?" Virgil asked pulling out the cup and a Sharpie.      "Prince. It's my nickname from my friend," The Prince replied, digging in his pocket for his wallet and paying for the food. He quickly walked over to a table and pulled out his sketchbook. Virgil made the drink and called out for "Prince" a few times, but it seems like he didn't hear. There were no other people in the cafe, so he went and took it to him.     "Um, your drink is ready," Virgil informed him as he tapped his shoulder. Prince flinched and took out a pair of ear buds that Virgil didn't see before. Virgil could see the beginning of a drawing on the sketchbook, with four people on a hill overlooking a castle while huddled around a fire.     "Oh. Thanks. Sorry I didn't hear before," the Prince replied, taking the drink. He must've noticed Virgil staring at his sketch book because he explained. "It's for a prompt thing. I have to draw four people on a quest and another person will write the story based on the picture. I have had no ideas except for right now, and I just woke up so I thought here would be the best place."     Virgil didn't understand for a second, then asked a single word, "RoyalSavior?" Prince must've understood immediately and stood up. "Don't worry! I'm VirgeofDeath! Please don't leave. Oh shoot I never thought I would meet anyone from online in the real life, much less one of the only blogs I look up too," he ranted, already feeling the stirrings of panic.     "Oh my gosh. You're.. Oh wow... You look up to me? Your writing is legendary. Oh god. I must tell Logan. He would flip.  Oh Logan is Logically-Correct. Oh god. You are doing the prompt with me. When you asked to do this prompt together I was so excited and confused that you would even notice me and your amazing!" Prince blurted out. Virgil took a step back, not even noticing how Prince had been getting closer and closer.     "I'm sorry. I should probably work, a customer is here. Here's my number," Virgil apologised as he scribbled his number on Prince's cup. He quickly fled to serve the other customer as he watched Prince leave. He finished with the customer and started taking deep breaths, trying to calm down. He was totally not having a panic attack. He finally texted his friend Patton who helped him calm down more.

[lwymmd]

has anyone tried the red velvet frap from starbucks?? is it good?? comment some great fraps

[gwapzbaako]

Trying New Frap Flavor in SB, Red Velvet Cake Cream Frap and Cappuccino Bread = Dinner 😍😋 https://www.instagram.com/p/B0iyNdRH7wJMxq4DG1LaiLg8zfQrkVcdGQqCAM0/?igshid=99lls95t3n5m

[raeswritings]

Birthday Surprises- Ethan Dolan

Author: raeswritings

Pairing: Ethan x reader

Requested: Yes

Request: Can you do an Ethan imagine where it’s your birthday and he does all these really cute surprises for you and maybe some gifts or something as well. Basically just him being the cutest and best boyfriend ever 

Warnings: Fluff c;

You woke up to the sound of birds chirping near the bedroom window. The sun shinning through the blinds casting a warm glow into the room. You rub the sleep out of your eyes, stretching your arms as you sit up.

You look to the side of the bed where Ethan would be only to see a tray with breakfast on it with a cute little note besides the juice. You take the note delicately in your hand reading the hand writing you recognized as Ethan’s. You open and read the note.

“Good morning princess, I hope you’re in for some surprises on your very special day. So I made this little hunt for you. For first clue on where to find me, solve this riddle for the first place. I’m your friend in the morning, your go to drink. When you can’t function I’m there to help you think. Go to the place where we first met to find your favorite coffee treat.”

You smile as you think about your first encounter with Ethan.

You were in line waiting for your usual coffee drink that you always get. You had caught Ethan’s eye the second you stepped into the cozy little coffee shop. He’s seen you around before, smiling before drinking your coffee and bidding the batista goodbye before leaving.

Ethan has been wanting to talk to you but is really shy. In his eyes you were beyond beautiful. He was afraid that he’ll say the wrong thing and embarrass himself. It wasn’t until Grayson noticed his brother eyeing you.

“Dude, just go talk to her.” Grayson huffed, annoyed at his brother for not talking to the girl he’s been looking at for the past 2 minutes.

“What? No! I’ll make a fool of myself.” Ethan mumbled, his shoulders slouching. Grayson rolled his eyes. “Just ‘accidentally’ spill your drink on her and go from there.”

“I’m not doing that!” Ethan yelped but then sighed when he saw Grayson’s if-you-don’t-I’ll-do-something-about-it face. “Fine but if it doesn’t work you’re buying me another drink.” Ethan told Grayson before heading in your direction.

Thanking the batista you turn around only to bump into someone causing you to spill your drink onto your shirt. You gasp looking down at your coffee stained shirt, the cold liquid seeping into the material. You look up about to freak out on the person but get stopped by the look of horror on their face.

“Oh my god. I-I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going!” The cute stranger stutters as they quickly get napkins and try to dry your shirt.

“I was coming over here to talk to you but I was distracted by my brother then the next thing I know I bump into you. God I’m so sorry!” He rushed. You almost didn’t catch what he said.

“Hey, it’s fine. It’s my sisters shirt anyway I doubt she’ll miss it.” You shrug, smiling a little.

“I still feel bad! Let me make it up to you, I’ll buy you another one. I’m Ethan by the way.” He introduced himself.

“Seeing that my drink is mostly on my shirt, I’ll take up on that offer. I’m (Y/N).” You say with a smile.

You shake the memory from your head and start getting ready.

As you step into the coffee shop you are greeted by Amy, a batista who you had befriended.

“Good morning (Y/N)!” Amy greets you before turning around and making your usual. “Here you go! One caramel frap, extra whip cream and caramel on top just how you like it. Happy birthday.”

You take your drink and begin to pull out your wallet. “Oh no need! It’s already paid for.” Amy states with a smirk.

You look at her slightly confused, Amy elaborates. “Ethan came by earlier and paid for it. He told me to give you this.” Amy hands you a note that looks similar to the one you found. You take it biding Amy goodbye and start reading it as you walk to the side.

“I see you found the second clue. For the next place solve this: Here you find something sweet. Even though you are my favorite treat. Go to the place where our lips first meet.”

You knew exactly where to go. The local bakery. You and Ethan had your first kiss there.

“I can’t believe you never heard of this place and you lived here all your life!” Ethan exclaims as he opens the for you.

Ever since Ethan had bumped into you causing you to spill your coffee onto you, you and Ethan had exchanged numbers talking and texting each other almost every day.

When Ethan found out that you never went to the bakery that he came to love, he made it his mission to take you there and make you try everything that he liked.

“So which one do you recommend?” You asked looking from the sweets on display to Ethan.

“Well I always get the red velvet cupcake. It may sound basic but trust me it’s actually heaven on earth. But I want you to try everything that me and Grayson get.” Ethan speaks looking at you with a huge smile on his face.

Your eyes widen. “Everything?! How much is that exactly?” You ask.

“Just a couple of cupcakes, pies, cookies and other sweets. Don’t worry we’ll share and take what we don’t finish to go.” He assures you.

“You’re lucky I love anything sweet.”

And that’s what you did. You tried over 20 things that day.

“Got a little frosting on your lip.” Ethan says pointing to his lips.

You wipe your mouth. “Did I get it?” You ask.

Ethan shakes his head. “Here let me.” Ethan leaned over the table and gave you a chaste kiss on the lips, licking the frosting off.

With a belly full of sweets along with a good time hanging out with Ethan, sure landed him another date.

The smell of fresh baked goods filled the air as you stepped inside the bakery. You go to the counter where Helen, the owner of the bakery, was frosting cupcakes.

“Morning Helen.” You greet her as she goes around the counter and brings you in for a hug.

“Good morning sweetie! I heard it’s your birthday today so Ethan and I picked out some sweets just for you!” Helen said excitedly, pulling out a pink box that had a ribbon with a note attached to it.

You thanked Helen taking the box from her and went to sit down at a nearby table. You open the box deciding to see what Ethan had picked out. You smiled at the variety of sweets in the box and picked out a red velvet cupcake. You took a bite and read the note.

“Here you’ll find something soft and creamy. This is where my feelings started to get really steamy. Here it’s always really cold but it doesn’t stop you from having a heart of gold.”

“The ice cream shop!” You thought excitedly. You knew what Ethan meant by his feelings started to get steamy. It’s where he first said I love you.

It was a hot summer day, 20 past noon with the summer heat heavy on your and Ethan’s shoulders you both decided to cool down at the nearby ice cream parlor.

“God it’s so hot!” You groaned as the cool air of the ice cream shop hit your warm body.

“It’s not that hot (Y/N). You’re being a drama queen.” Ethan playfully rolls his eyes.

“It’s like 100 degrees outside E!!” You exclaim before ordering.

“Ok ok! I’ve got another one!” You say after a fit of giggles. You and Ethan were currently telling each other bad jokes. The one who laughs loses.

“Why don’t melons get married?” You paused. “Because they cant-alope!” You said with a serious face.

You and Ethan both stare at each other, trying to hold in your laughs but fail. Ethan throws his head back laughing. “Man I love you.” He says with smiling, looking content at that exact moment.

You freeze at his words. “You what?” At this, Ethan realizes what he said. His eyes wide as he tries to find his words. “I, uh.” He sighs, his face becomes serious. “I love you.” He softly said, his eyes looking into yours.

You couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on your face. “I love you to.”

You finish your cupcake and make your way to the ice cream shop. “Hey (Y/N)!” Josh, your and Ethan’s friend greets you with a smile.

“Hot fudge sundae with pink sprinkles?” He asks. You nod. “So a little bird told me today was your birthday! How come you never told me! I could’ve got you something!” Josh said handing you your sundae with a note on typed in the side.

“I thought you knew! I told you like last week. It’s not my fault you’re forgetful.” You laugh before sitting down enjoying that ocean cream and begin to read the note.

“You’re so close baby! Just solve this and I’ll be there when you arrive. Here is where we climb up high. You make me feel as tall as the sky. When I’m here I can clear my mind and you are never too far behind.”

Your mind instantly thought of the little hideout where Ethan goes to think.

“Babe how much longer? My feet are killing me.” You ask Ethan.

“Not that far, we’re almost there.”

Since Ethan first said I love you, it’s changed your relationship. Not it a bad way though. Ethan wanted to share a place that was special to him.

It was on top of a mountain type hill where it was high enough to see the valley below. The green scenery was beautiful to look at, a true sight to see. That’s where Ethan and Grayson would always go to just to be alone if things got too much.

Ethan pulls you up a big rock and sets you on the ground besides him. You look into the horizon. The sun slowly setting, casting a pink/orange glow on the sky. “Whoa.” You breathe.

“I know. This is where Gray and I come here to think. No one really knows about this place, just us and now you,” Ethan paused, sitting down with his back leaning against a tree. You follow his actions. “I wanted to show you this place because your special to me. With you I can truly be myself and not have any walls up.”

You both just sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company. There was no words needed to be spoken. Both content with each other and the view.

You huff as you see the tree marked where Ethan and Grayson put so they know they were close to the hideout. As you get closer you see silhouette of a person on their knees hunched over something.

“E?” You call out. Ethan looks back smiling.

“You found me!” He shouts and pulls you in for a big bear hug. “Happy birthday princess! I made all your favorites!” He said kissing your head and leading you to the cute little picnic set up in a blanket.

You smile, eyes whelming up with tears. “This is so sweet. Thank you.” You say kissing Ethan with much love and passion. “This is perfect.”

“Alright. I have your actual present.” Ethan begins after you both finished eating chocolate covered strawberries. He pulls out a cute little birthday bag out of the picnic basket and hands it to you.

You take it from him, taking out the colored tissue paper. You take out the little black box from inside. “Ethan, you shouldn’t have. I’m happy with just this.” You state.

“Hush! You didn’t even open it. Plus I wanted to. Now open it!” He urges you.

You comply opening the box to find a beautiful gold necklace with a gold rose. A cute little circle next to the rose had an ‘E’ engraved on it.

You look from the necklace to Ethan. “It’s beautiful. Help me put it on?” You give Ethan the necklace as you move your hair from your neck and face the other direction.

Ethan’s nibble fingers clamps the necklace and kisses your cheek. “I love you. Happy birthday.”

You couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend or birthday. It was like you said. It was perfect.

[eggos-and-promises]

Tulip, Myrtle, Hibiscus, Poppy, Hydrangea, Violet, Rhododendron, Queen Anne's Lace, Aster, Marigold, Heliconia, Dandelion

Thank you so much, dear!! \(^-^)/ 

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for? - Red velvet or marble! I love chocolate more than anything…Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes? - I do! I rode an airplanes a lot when I was little, and I’m pretty accustomed to it. I actually find long plane rides a nice, calm time to do some writing! Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what? - I used to play piano!Poppy: What color was your childhood home? - Blue! Which also became my favorite color as of now Hydrangea: Starbucks order? - I like those salted caramel fraps sometimes! Violet: Do you like where you’re from? - I do! It’s very unique and fun to visit Rhododendron: What’s the scariest dream you’ve ever had? - I had a dream soon after watching Stranger Things, actually, where the Bad Men were after my loved ones and me, which was more than terrifying…. Queen Anne’s Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents? - I’m not really an expert at either, but Halloween and Christmas are tied for my favorite holidays!! I’d have to go with wrapping presents, though, because I love listening to Christmas music and getting presents for the people in my life Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot? - Definitely cold, so I can become my blanket burrito self (/w\) Marigold: Do you listen to what’s on the radio? - Once in a while! And definitely around Christmas time, I love Christmas music on the radio…. Heliconia: Do you like when it rains? - I adore the rain! Especially when I’m home and in my pajamas with a hot chocolate ^w^ I love the sound of the rain and the cool feeling in the air Dandelion: Do you think you’re important? - Interesting question! I think we’re all very important and can make a difference in the world, whether that’s smiling at a stranger or pursuing your life’s passion ❤️

~~Flower Questions~~

[shiratorizawaheadcanons-blog]

If it hasn't already been asked, what would each of the characters get most excited about receiving on V-Day? The OCs too, please! c:

Sen: I can’t exactly write for other people’s OCs so if their creators want me to add to this, I’ll be happy to!!

Ushijima: “Isn’t… chocolate on sale?” It’s not exactly receiving but dude’ll treat himself. He actually doesn’t get any valentine’s because people are pretty intimidated by him. He’ll be grateful for at least a card though.

Semi: For some reason, every year he gets a t-shirt with a weird slogan on in and now he’s so used to it that he expects someone to give him a silly shirt. It’s been going on since middle school… 

Reon: You wouldn’t need to get anything for him since he’s genuinely delighted by the company of others on this day. Just spend time with him, whether it be going out to eat or taking a walk somewhere; he’ll enjoy the company of others more than anything at all.

Tendou: He’s lost interest in valentine’s and would rather just get some red velvet flavoured drink from a cool cafe or something. Going with someone he has a crush on would be a plus but ever year he goes to the same damn coffee shop for this certain frap and like hell he’s going to break his streak.

Goshiki: He really wants to get sweets or something from a cute girl/guy, preferably in front of his friends so everyone can see that he’s super popular but in reality he’d be super flustered to receive even a card.

Shirabu: Just… don’t get him valentines stuff? He’s allergic to a lot of flowers and cards will get thrown away eventually. Though, he’d at least spend the day with his s/o or crush. Time is the best thing you can get this guy.

Kawanishi: I feel like I say this for everything, but all Kawanishi wants is food that won’t kill him. Just chocolate with no nuts and possibly having salted caramel.

Yamagata: Skins get wins and all he wants is for someone to just buy him valentine skins on his favourite games. He could try and smash on valentine’s but there’s events going on online so no.

Ueda: She just wants to say that she’s been with someone on the day. There’s too many comments on her being “too pretty to be single” yet she’s alone every year. She doesn’t feel particularly lonely, she just doesn’t want to hear that every year.