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#but they drink coffee all the time! though i hear that the Starbucks drinks i thought were coffee are in fact mostly sugar?
nostalgia-tblr · 1 year
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can't reblog that poll about 'how do you boil water' still too traumatised by how many people default to using the microwave. i rarely even drink tea and i have an electric kettle for such occasions as a friend visiting or attempting to save energy by boiling water in the kettle before transferring it to the hob for pasta-making.
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omg I need more johnnie please🙏🙏
of course pookie😈
enjoy🤸
For the sake of this fic, lets say u live with Tara and your lives are pretty similar. just go with the flo bbg😼
IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET OUT FORGIVE ME PLEASE😔😔😔😔🙏🙏🙏🙏
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You're at home editing a video for your channel when you get a call from Johnnie. "Hello?" You answer your phone and put it on speaker, your attention focusing back on your computer screen.
"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to hangout with me today? I'd be vlogging." He asks. "Yeah sure. I need to finish editing this video though. It won't take long but if you want to head over here you can." You say.
"Sounds good. See you in a bit." He says. "Ok byee." You hang-up and turn your phone off. You were pretty excited to see Johnnie, you liked him, how could you not? But you weren't sure if he liked you.
You sigh at your thoughts and continue editing. This new video for your channel was something you had filmed with Jake and Tara, you two girls had him do what the two if you would do in a day.
Tara comes into your room. "Can I borrow a top?" She asks, already heading towards your closet. "Yeah go for it. Johnnie's gonna be here in a bit by the way." You say.
"Ooo." You look up to see her big smile. "Shut up." You laugh. There was a knock on the door. " Can you get that please? Im so close to being done with this." You turn your attention back to the computer as Tara agrees and goes to get the door.
"Almost done I swear." You say as Johnnie walks in your room. "Take your time." He sits down next to you, watching as your eyes move across the screen. You finish and close your computer with a sigh. "What should I wear?" You stand up and walk to your closet.
"Is it hot out?" You ask, looking through shirts. "I mean kinda but the temp is always high in LA, so." Johnnie says. You look to him with annoyed face as he scrolls on his phone. He catches your gaze. "Just wear what you normally wear." He says. "Well yeah but like what shirt, what shorts, what shoes and accessories? Not to mention i still need to do makeup." You say facing your closet again.
You hear Johnnie get up and stand next to you. He flips through your shirts, picking one out and then opening the drawer of your dresser and grabbing a pair of shorts that surprisingly match. He walks over to the little desk where all your accessories are. He picks one of the chains you got from his shop and two others. He then grabs a pair of earrings you once mentioned were your favorite.
He sits everything on your bed. "I'll be waiting on the couch." He walks out and closes the door behind him. You laugh quietly to yourself and change, along with doing your makeup. You check yourself in the mirror, this outfit now one of your favorites.
You walk out of your room, walking the familiar halls while on your phone. "Ready?" Johnnie asks. "Yes. What do you think?" You do a little spin, earning a small smile from Johnnie. "It looks good. I would've try and make you look bad." He playfully rolls his eyes as he stands up.
"We're taking my car." You say. "Okay." Johnnie turns on his camera and follows you out the door. He's talking as you climb in and turn it on. "We're getting Starbucks." You say. "Do i have a say in anything today?" Johnnie playfully says. "Nope." you smile as you make your way to the coffee shop. "Do you want anything?" You ask as you pull up to the driveway.
"Not really no." He says. "You sure?" You glance to him. "Yeah." You turn back as you pull up to the speaker. "Hi, can i please get a (your order) and a venti iced water?" You get told the price. "What's the water for?" Johnnie asks. "It's for you." You say handing your card to the person at the window.
"Why?" You hear the smile in his voice. "Cause I wanted to get you something." Once you got your drink you pulled out. "Y/n just bought me a water even though emos dont drink water." Johnnie says to his camera. "Emo or not you should stay hydrated." You quickly smile at his camera before looking back to the road.
"Where we going?" You asked as you pulled up to a stoplight. "We could go to the mall?" Johnnie says. "Good idea." Your phone was playing music when one of Johnnie's songs came on. During this moment Johnnie was also talking about something to his camera.
You were singing along, not really paying attention to anything but the road. "You know the lyrics to my song?" Johnnie asks. "Of course I do! Your music is my favorite." You say arriving at the mall. "Really?"
"Yes Johnnie. I'm pretty sure I know almost all of your songs. Number one fan." You laugh lightly at the end of your sentence. "Let's go spend unnecessary money." You climb out and walk along with Johnnie. "Where to first?" He asks. "Uhm, Let's go to Spencer's I need a new shot glass." You say.
"Just a shot glass?"Johnnie says, laughing. "Maybe, I don't know." You smile at him as you make your way to the shop. You walk in and head towards the glasses. Johnnie walks off, looking at shirts.
You have a glass in your hand and you're looking at mugs when you feel a tap on your shoulder. "Hi?" You turn to a man. "Hello, I just wanted to say you're very pretty and I was wondering if I could take you out." He looked like the kinda guy that would leave you at the movies with the excuse of having to use the bathroom.
"Thank you, but I'm not interested." You smile and try to move past him to get to Johnnie. "Why not?" He grabs your arm, stopping you. "I'm not interested in you, please leave me alone." You pull your arn out of his grip with a tug.
"God you're such a bitch." He mumbles. "Fuck off Jackass." You say back. He turns around quickly facing you. "What'd you just call me?" He says. "You heard me." You're a bit shorter then the guy, but if he took of the shoes you'd be about the same height.
"Don't fucking talk to me like that whore." He says. "Oh I'm the whore? You look like you have at least a couple girlfriends and a side hoe for each one." You see a ringed hand on the guys shoulder pull him back.
"Back off man." You hear Johnnie's voice. "Is this your bitch? Get control of her." The scoffs and walks off. "What dick." You scoff. "Here I'll pay." You grab the two pairs of sunglasses in Johnnie's hand. You're already at the register before he can protest.
You noticed Johnnie stayed closer to you after the encounter. You walk through a couple more stores, picking out a couple pieces of clothing here and there.
You decided to stop by barnes and nobles to see if anything had caught your interest. You were glancing through pages of different romance books(😏) when Johnnie cane back from a different section. He was reading over your shoulder. "You read this kinda stuff?" He whispers, his face close to your ear. "Some of it's not terrible. I like the ones where the guy isn't like a complete over powering dude. Y'know like the simp kinda guys who do anything the girl of his interest wants." You glance to him, your faces inches apart.
"Anything?" He whispers. "Anything." You smile and move away, setting the book that was previously in your hands back on the shelf. After a couple more minutes of browsing you have two books and start to walk to checkout. Suddenly, the two books are snatched from your hands, and Johnnie checks out.
You walk up to him as your books are being put into a bag and handed back to Johnnie. "Here you go." You take the bag and roll your eyes, its a well known fact between all your friends that you hate when people pay for you. You don't want to waste their money. "I could've bought it myself." You say. "I know. But you didn't so." The two of you make your way out the mall and back to your car.
Once you make it back to your house, you carry your bags in and plop then on the floor. "You mind of I take a shower?" You ask. "No go for it." Johnnie shoves off his shoes and plops on your bed. "Make yourself comfy." You laugh. He smiles and turns on his phone as you make your way to the bathroom. While your in the shower Tara walks in to your room.
"So did you have fun?" She asks sitting at the end of the bed. "Yeah lots. we got some clothes and she got some books." Johnnie says. "Have you made a move yet?" Tara asks with a smile. Johnnie glances up from his phone to the girl. "No." His eyes move back as Tara rolls her. "C'mon on Johnnie." He was about to protest but the shower turned off and the bathroom door was opened. Tara quickly grabbed something off your vanity as you walked out.
"Borrowing this pallet for a sec." She says as she walks out and you walk in. "Okay." Johnnie looks up to see you wrapped in your pink towel, walking towards your clothing bags. You pull out one of your new hoodies and you walk to your dresser to find the rest of whatever you want to wear.
After getting dressed you decide to put on a little perfume to help with the new clothes smell. "Which one?" You hold up two bottles, asking for johnnie's opinion. "I don't know." You walk towards him and hand him the bottles. "Pick your favorite." He sets his phone down as he smells the two. "This one." He hands you it, along with the other.
You spray the one he picked, leaving the other bottle someplace you'll forget. Grabbing one of your two books you lay down on your stomach next to Johnnie and open it up, starting to read. The longer you read, the more caught up you get in it. You don't notice the long glances stolen, once again admiring the way your eyes focus.
"You're staring." Neither of you heard Tara sneak up to the doorway. You look up confused as she smiles. "Anyways I'm going out with Jake. See y'all later." She closes the door as she leaves. "How's the book so far?" Johnnie asks. "It's amazing. I'm loving the guy so far." You say, quickly looking up. "What's he like?"
"A lot like what I explained in the store, but he's also just a tad bit cocky." You say. "Really?" "Yeah, like he has this bit of confidence around the main character but she can make him like melt in seconds." Your attention is focused back on the book.
Couple minutes later your phone dings.
tarbie💕
so what yall gonna do??
you
quit it omg. nothing.
tarbie💕
nothing yet you mean?😏
you
we'll see😝
You smile as you set your phone down. "Who's that?" Johnnie asks. "Tara." you say. "What's she talking about?" "Mind your business mr. nosey." You laugh. "My bad." He smiles. "What all have you gotten for your vlog?" You ask, grabbing the flattest object on your nightstand to use as a bookmark.
"Not a lot." He says. "Wanna do something?" You ask. "Like what?" He says. "I have an idea. C'mere." You stand up and head to the kitchen, hearing johnnie follow not to far behind.
You make it to the fridge and stand on your tip toes, grabbing the binder on top. You turn to face him. "Let's bake something!" You smile as you open the binder, looking through the pages. You don't notice the smile on his face, taking place watching you happily look through all the recipes you collected over time.
"Muffins?" You ask looking up to him. "Yeah sure. Let me grab my camera." He walks off as you grab the ingredients and set them out. "Me and y/n are gonna make muffins, i dont know what kind." Johnnie talks to the camera as he sets it up.
"Blueberry." You say. "Can you grab the red bowl from the bottom cupboard please?" You ask grabbing measuring cups. "Yeah sure."
"Would it be ok if i streamed on twitch? I haven't been on in a minute." You say. "Yeah go for it."
After you get everything set up you start the stream, waiting for people to join. "Hi guys! I know i haven't been on in a minute but I'm here with Johnnie and we're making muffins!" You smile.
"She has a shit ton of recipes and she chose muffins." Johnnie says. "You agreed so we're doing muffins i dont care what you say." You grab bowl and the flour, checking how much. "One and a fourth? Do i even have a fourth cup?" You rummage through your measuring cups. "Surprise I do!" You walk back over to the bowl. "Here mix the dry ingredients and I'll mix the wet ones."
"I need music." You say halfway through pouring milk into a large measuring glass. "Alexa play playlist one." You say. Music starts up, filling the silence. You walk over to check the chat.
xxx.johnnie- Are you guys together?
emmobarbie- i love this song tbh
blusws.hgs- @ xxx.johnnie no but they def should be
xxx.johnnie- @ blusws.hgs they definitely like eachother i can sense the tension from here and I'm in the UK
darndestthing- @ xxx.johnnie NO FR
"Someone asked if we're a couple." You say with a small laugh. "Did they?" You hear him say from somewhere behind you. "Yeah. Another person responded saying no but they def should be." You say, looking back to him.
"Should we be a couple guys?" You ask looking through chat.
kornonthekob- i literally thought they already were and just didn't say anything 😭
jakesdietcoke- YESS YALL WOULD LITERALLY BE THE CUTEST COUPLE!!!
blusws.hgs- @ jakesdietcoke THEY WOULD ONGG
xxx.johnnie- @ kornonthekob me too😭
darndestthing- i think id combust if they became a couple
emmobarbie- @ darndestthing like in a good way?😥
jakesdietcoke- @ darndestthing real honestly
darndestthing- @ emmobarbie yes😭
"Everyone says yes." You say, moving back to mixing your ingredients. "You got the dry mixed?" You ask. "Yeah." You walk over to him, pouring the wet mixture on the dry. "Mix that while I get the blueberries." You say. "Yes ma'am." Johnnie says with a smile. You laugh and make your way to the freezer, remembering to turn on the oven. As you grab the bag of frozen blueberries, someone donates and sends a message.
"darndestthing donated $3.33, you guys honestly are so cute together, i wanted to ask if you could pose for a screenshot? you guys are my fav love you!" You set the bag on the counter. "Thank you! We love you too. C'mere." You drag Johnnie closer to the camera. "Do a hand heart with me." You hold your hands together, making a heart and posing for a screenshot.
"Hope that was good." You say. As you start folding the blueberries in the batter, Johnnie is grabbing a pan and the song he did with jake and scuff comes on. "Oh I love this song. Alexa turn up." You say, immediately singing along with the beginning vocals.
"Didn't we listen to this this morning?" Johnnie asks as he sets the muffin tin on the oven. "Yes it's literally one of my favs." (this is me talking i actually love this song sm go listen to cut me clean if u haven't alr😝)
Johnnie walks over to check chat as you place muffin liners in the pan.
kornonthekob- emos r so hot
emmobarbie- like i was nothing in the first place😝
hannahmay33- she literally only likes the song to get closer to him.
blusws.hgs- @ hannahmay33 girl what💀
xxx.johnnie- @ blusws.hgs is she being fr?💀😭
blusws.hgs- @ xxx.johnnie i hope not
hannahmay33- She's pretending to be close to him so she can date him and use him for clout.
kornonthekob- @ hannahmay33 NAHHH💀
jakesdietcoke- @ y/nl/ntherealest u seein this?
emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 fake fan‼️‼️
hannahmay33- @ emmobarbie how am i a fake fan?
emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 bc if u were a real fan and actually watched them you would know they've been friends forever. ur not johnnies gf so quit💀
jakesdietcoke- @ emmobarbie OHHHHHH🗣️🗣️🗣️
kornonthekob- @emmobarbie DEVOURED
"Theres a lil argument going on, someone mentioned you." Johnnie says. "Bro." You walk over reading all the comments. "Jesus hannah may wtf crawled up your ass." You laugh. "I'm not using Johnnie for clout, I've known him since he was ten get over yourself. kornonthekob you're so right emos are hot."
You watched Johnnies reaction on the screen, not turning around. He whipped his head with an eyebrow raised. "What'd you say?" He asks as you turn back around. "I said emos are hot." You say grabbing the bowl with the batter. "Really?" He says. "Yeah." You start putting batter in the tins. "Yes that includes you." You said before he could speak.
You hide your smile as he turns the camera. Once the muffins are in the oven, you start cleaning up. Your putting away the last of the stuff when Johnnie comes back out with the sunglasses.
"I picked out matching ones." He says handing you a pair. "Oh fuck yeah!" You put them on. "Wait put your back to mine and cross your arms. "Cool kids who?" You say. "Somebody screenshot that and send it to me you say.
Your dancing around the kitchen to the music playing as Johnnie reads chat.
blusws.hgs- oo she a dancer fr😝
emmobarbie- johnnie thoughts on hannah may?
jakesdietcoke- GET IT GIRL‼️‼️
kornonthekob- just accidentally ate vaseline
darndestthing- @ kornonthekob we all have our moments
blusws.hgs- @ emmobarbie shes obvi his gf
"My thoughts on hannah may? if anything I'd be using y/n for clout she has more of a following. and quit acting like my girlfriend." Johnnie says.
"Yeah he has a girlfriend already." You say moving next to him. "I do?" He says looking to you. "Yeah." You say. "Who?" He looks to the screen then back to you, visibility confused.
You kiss him, quick but sensible. "Me." You turn back and continue dancing as Call me maybe plays. He looks back to the screen, shocked.
xxx.johnnie- OMG??
blusws.hgs- NO WAY
jakesdietcoke- DOES THIS MEAN THEY'RE TOGETHER
darndestthing- IM COMBUSTING WHAT
kornonthekob- WOOOOOOO
emmobarbie- @ darndestthing LMAO QUITTT BUT ME TOO
xxx.johnnie- WHOOP NEW COUPLE ALERT‼️‼️
jakesdietcoke- IM ASTONISHED
blusws.hgs- @ xxx johnnie WHOOP‼️‼️‼️‼️
Johnnie moves to you, his hands finding your waist and pulling you closer, stopping your dancing.
emmobarbie- OH???
kornonthekob- WHEN IS IT MY TURNN😩
xxx.johnnie- THEY BOUTA KISS AGAINN
jakesdietcoke- is this a dream? am i dreaming rn
blusws.hgs- @ jakesdietcoke nope
His lips connect with yours, your hands holding his face as he kisses you, not intensely but you don't want to stop. The timer for the muffins rang, and you pulled away, looking at him. You kiss him once more before going to pull them out. "Oo these muffins look good." You say. You turn the oven off.
You walk over to check chat.
emmobarbie- @ hannahmay33 SUCK ON THAT
jakesdietcoke- @ emmobarbie LMAOAOAOA
blusws.hgs- please i cant w this chat😭
kornonthekob- was the kiss good?😏
emmobarbie- @ kornonthekob 😭😭😭
"kornonthekob yes it was thank you for asking." You laugh. "Ok im impatient im eating one now." You grab one and bite into it, doing the thing when somethings just a little too hot. "These are so good." You say, taking another bite. "Are they?" Johnnie asks. "Yes. we're basically bakers." You smile.
Eventually you end stream, and you're sitting back on your bed with Johnnie, his arm around you as you're watching a movie. You feel Johnnies hand lightly touch your jaw, moving your face to look at him. His lips meet yours, what was slow kisses, turned into a faster pace.
You pull away for a second, looking at his features in the dim light. "Who knew you were such a good kisser?" You say. "I practice with my shower wall." He says, earning a laugh out of you. You kiss him once more before turning back to the tv.
You end up falling asleep on him, sleeping through the night in his arms. Tara found the two of you still wrapped up in eachother the next morning and decided to leave you alone, but not before she got a good picture.
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stararch4ngelqueen · 7 months
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Leather Weather
Time written-4:10 p.m
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Jason Todd/fem!reader fluff (featuring off brand Starbucks, something stupid inspired from my lack of caffeine)
The rain was nice, not enough to weigh down clothes, scarcely enough to wreak havoc on your hair.
A solemn, constant drizzle emitted from dark, pillowy clouds, growing darker throughout the day.
It was cold, though. A solid 61 degrees.
You weren’t too sure if it was rain or tiny shards of ice that pommeled your cheeks, the chill leaving you too concerned about it to care.
Can we go get coffee? You texted Jason from your couch slouch, a blanket comfortably shielding your toes from the chill.
A solid six seconds pass before an echo of a yell erupts from your bedroom.
“You could’ve walked about twenty steps to come ask me!”
You stifle a giggle before opening your phone again, typing your response on screen before hitting send.
Too lazy. Can we take Batmobile?
Pure silence invades the space of your home before you finally get a response. Patience, as it’s known, brings great rewards.
Ok.
Some amusing demon on your shoulder insisted Jason would be incredibly casual about bringing a limousine to take you to get coffee. Or worse.
Only someone like Dick would be crazy to bring a party bus with stripper poles. No one would be silly enough to deny it much.
“Here.” A heavy, thick weight plasters over both your shoulders. A fairly strong scent of cologne you had bought for his birthday wafted through your nose, making your heart flutter.
His leather jacket protects your body from a majority of the rain, whilst the grey cotton hoodie shields your hair. The cherry to this was the pleasantly long sleeves hanging past your fingertips.
You would think you’d have to beg to borrow his jacket, but it would be on your body before the thought even comes to mind. He enjoys seeing you in his clothes, especially one of his old leather jackets, with sweater lining inside to make it just the right amount of cozy.
“Bruce still makes you work in this weather?” You question the vigilante as he runs his hand through his damp hair, tilting his head back on the headrest with a sigh.
“Yep.”
He peers out the window, watching the rain ripple down along the surface. “Don’t get me started on how it all works. I know it’s cold, but the suit helps me deal with it.”
Gotham weather such as this, paired with the early afternoon before the work rush buzz kicks in lead to semi empty streets, making it quite a smooth ride towards the favorable coffee shop.
“I know what you’re gonna say,” Jason chides shortly before you could sit up in your set and breeze the drive thru menu,
“Got it memorized up in here,” he taps along his temple. “But don’t kill me if they misplace one sprinkle, alright?”
“We’ll see,” you dramatically tease, slouching back in your seat once more. After a three car wait, Jason comes to order your drink first, leaving you focus on various raindrops grouping together before rippling down along the windshield.
“That’s it?” You chime after hearing Jason confirm the order the attendee repeated back to him.
“What?” Jason glances over whilst pulling out his wallet.
“A chai tea?” You say with furrowed brows. “That’s it?”
Jason blinks, slowly pulling out some cash.
“Yeah?” He nearly hesitates, responding with utter confusion. “Technically babe, it’s just chai. That means tea.”
“Yeah, I know, but that’s all you’re gonna get??”
He keeps quiet, unsure how else to respond.
“Yeah. It tastes good.” He shrugged, keeping his attention focused on the car in front him.
He extends his hand to grasp two paper cups with beige sleeves and signature, rich green logo. You sip your drink nearly on the spot, humming in delight.
“Perfect.”
“Dessert in a cup, more like.” Jason mutters under his breath as he pulls back onto the road.
“It’s delicious,” you insist as you take your cup, seeing him roll his eyes. “Don’t judge me cause you order boring drinks.”
“Chai is good, okay? It’s not complicated, an’ I like it.”
You stare ahead, biting the inner corner of your cheek in thought before taking another sip of your hot drink.
“You raise your pinkie sometimes,” you broadly state, your gaze just as fixated on the road as his.
“You slurp obnoxiously loud for your no reason.” Jason chides in retaliation to your statement.
“Says the guy who drinks solid black coffee seven times a week.”
“You order vanilla bean frappes thinking they have coffee in it, an’ they don’t!”
“So??”
“You’re literally drinking blended milk, babe!”
“Sometimes that’s all I need!” An involuntary giggle at such an ear sore of an amusing conversation takes place. “Come on, Jay. The stigma of guys ordering something other than coffee—“
“It’s not that,” He quickly insists, huffing a little. “Believe me, it ain’t. It just looks like an overcomplicated menu, hurts my eyes tryin’ to understand it all.”
“When Christmas comes around, you’re gonna try the Christmas Cookie. Or the candycane. It’s delicious, you’ll love it—“
“You namin’ desserts, or..?”
“Drinks. C’mon, you like peppermint.”
Jason dramatically exhales at a stoplight, bringing his drink to his lips. “I do like peppermint.”
He glanced at you, a short smile brushing along his lip as you sip your drink with scrunched leather sleeves pushed up to your wrists. “Is it good?”
“Perfectly,” you smile at him. A picture of beauty.
“Thank you, Jason.”
“I gotcha sweetheart,” Jason smiles, watching your content expression unfold as the warmth of your overtly sweetened drink fills you with such joy.
His hand settles along your thigh on the drive home.
A warm drink, a warm seat and the warm coat of a loving man. A car ride home couldn’t get better than this.
“You wanna check out Barnes and Noble?” Jason proposes.
“Oh, fuck yeah.”
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axelsagewrites · 2 months
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Hello. Could I request a fic with f reader working at Richmond and Jan Maas faling in love with reader. Just fluff. ❤️
Jan Maas*Sweet As You
Pairing: Jan Maas x f!reader
Word count: 1134
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Warnings: pure fluff
Masterlist here
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There were definite perks and draw backs of working at Richmond. On one hand as a receptionist, you got paid to do honestly not very much. However, on the other hand you had to deal with a weird amount of prank calls from football fans.
One recently developing perk was the free coffee you received every morning. No, it wasn't a company thing or from your boss or other colleagues. Every morning this week Jan Maas walked in with a black coffee in one hand and an iced caramel mocha latte with an extra shot of expresso in the other.
It all started when you happened to walk into work at the same time and he noticed the Starbucks cup in your hand. "Is that even coffee at this point?" He half teased half seriously wondered.
"It is coffee," you said, drawing out the words as you defended yourself as Jan opened the front door for you, "caffeine not enough for me. I need that sugar high to deal with you lot,"
Jan chuckled at you, walking you over to the desk where your coworker pretended not to be listening in. "Funny. I thought you were sweet enough. See you later," he said, walking away to leave you a blushing mess.
However as soon as he got out of sight Jan became equally as flustered as he realised what he'd said. What was worse was Sam hearing him muttering under his breath about it resulting in Sam telling all the guys who then set up a plan to teach Jan how to flirt.
The issue was he wasn't very good at it. Instead, every morning without fail he got your coffee for you. "Hey Jan," you called, rolling down your car window as you slowed down. It was 7am and he was walking to Richmond with two coffees in hand, "need a lift?"
Jan preferred to walk. He'd never really seen the big deal around cars. However, he was quick to accept your offer. "My coffees will bankrupt you," you joked as you accepted the drink before resuming your drive.
"Don’t worry about it," he laughed, "your worth the money,"
"Think you can buy my affection? “you teased as you were pulling into Richmond.
"Maybe," he said it quietly, his eyes darting away before back to yours. "Is it working?" He asked.
You turned the car off, taking a long sip out your coffee while pretending to think about it, "I think it might be," you finally said, a smile on your lips and a large grin on his. "Throw in a pastry next time and I'm yours,"
When people saw you get out the same car there were some rumours to say the least. Another drawback of the job. However, another perk was walking in right now with a coffee and a suspiciously sweet-smelling brown bag.
"I wasn't sure which to get so I picked whichever looked the sweetest," he said as he placed the bag down.
"You know me so well," you grinned, "thanks though. Take it you don't have time to have one before practise?" You asked despite knowing he didn’t, but you couldn't help but try.
Your smile plus the way your eyelashes batted had Jan Maas willing to pay the late fee. "I suppose one wouldn't hurt," he said as he moved to sit on the edge of the reception desk as you offered him a pastry, "You should make Stroopkoeken with me one day. You'd like them,"
"What are they?" You asked, not realising how adorable Jan thought your head tilt was in your confusion.
"They're like a Carmel biscuit. My mum would make them for me growing up. Better than any Starbucks pastry," he joked, “But you have to make them from scratch to get the best experience,”
“You’ll have to teach me some time,” you smiled back and is if on queue his phone began ringing.
Jan deflated when he saw his teammates call, “I’ll need to go now. I’ll see you later,”
As he began to walk away you cringed before taking a deep breath, “Wait!” you called making him stop in his tracks. “Are you free tomorrow night? Maybe we could try making those biscuits,” you offered with an awkward smile that he found insanely endearing.
A wide grin broke onto his face, “I’d love to. It’s a date,” he said before actually turning to go to practise, leaving you a grinning mess.
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“A baking date is perfect!”
“Nah man you should go out to a restaurant for the first date,”
“Oh, what if you take her to Sam’s place for dinner first?”
“There’s a new bar up the street you could go to after,”
“What you gonna wear bruv?”
“Make sure you actually clean up. Chicks notice that kinda stuff,”
“Oh, you should get her flowers. Birds dig flowers,”
“And make sure when you go to kiss her- “
“Woah woah guys!” Jan said, standing up from the bench and pushing past his teammates who’d essentially jumped on him after practise when they found out why he was late, “It’s just a first date. Well, I think it’s a date. I said it’s a date, but people here don’t always mean date, oh god what if she doesn’t realise it’s a date?” Jan began to panic, turning to his equally clueless mates.
They were all panicking till a loud, “Oi,” stopped them, “Don’t listen to these pricks,” Roy told him after pretending not to care the whole time, “Shower, shave, tidy up, and calm down. She’ll know it’s a date since all you two do is flirt like some snot nosed teens,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Roy’s right,” Sam said, standing to put a hand on Jan’s shoulder, “You’ve got nothing to worry about,”
“Not what I said but alright,” Roy shrugged but this time he got ignored.
Well apart from Jamie who rolled his eyes before adding his own words of wisdom. “Yeah, mate just be yourself,”
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The kitchen was now a mess, sugar spilt everywhere, and a pot that looked like it would never be clean again and of course a plate of perfectly made biscuits. “I don’t know how my mum made it look so easy,” Jan said.
You laughed as you reached up to wipe the flour off his forehead, “Yeah but they taste good so who cares,” you said, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink whenever you touched him.
“They’re almost as sweet as you,” he smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face making your own skin flush.
Enough was enough you thought, “So tell me something,” you said, Jan humming as he waited for you to ask, “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” you nearly whispered.
“I thought you’d never ask,”
Pairing: Jan Maas x f!reader
Word count: 1134
Warnings: pure fluff
There were definite perks and draw backs of working at Richmond. On one hand as a receptionist, you got paid to do honestly not very much. However, on the other hand you had to deal with a weird amount of prank calls from football fans.
One recently developing perk was the free coffee you received every morning. No, it wasn't a company thing or from your boss or other colleagues. Every morning this week Jan Maas walked in with a black coffee in one hand and an iced caramel mocha latte with an extra shot of expresso in the other.
It all started when you happened to walk into work at the same time and he noticed the Starbucks cup in your hand. "Is that even coffee at this point?" He half teased half seriously wondered.
"It is coffee," you said, drawing out the words as you defended yourself as Jan opened the front door for you, "caffeine not enough for me. I need that sugar high to deal with you lot,"
Jan chuckled at you, walking you over to the desk where your coworker pretended not to be listening in. "Funny. I thought you were sweet enough. See you later," he said, walking away to leave you a blushing mess.
However as soon as he got out of sight Jan became equally as flustered as he realised what he'd said. What was worse was Sam hearing him muttering under his breath about it resulting in Sam telling all the guys who then set up a plan to teach Jan how to flirt.
The issue was he wasn't very good at it. Instead, every morning without fail he got your coffee for you. "Hey Jan," you called, rolling down your car window as you slowed down. It was 7am and he was walking to Richmond with two coffees in hand, "need a lift?"
Jan preferred to walk. He'd never really seen the big deal around cars. However, he was quick to accept your offer. "My coffees will bankrupt you," you joked as you accepted the drink before resuming your drive.
"Don’t worry about it," he laughed, "your worth the money,"
"Think you can buy my affection? “you teased as you were pulling into Richmond.
"Maybe," he said it quietly, his eyes darting away before back to yours. "Is it working?" He asked.
You turned the car off, taking a long sip out your coffee while pretending to think about it, "I think it might be," you finally said, a smile on your lips and a large grin on his. "Throw in a pastry next time and I'm yours,"
When people saw you get out the same car there were some rumours to say the least. Another drawback of the job. However, another perk was walking in right now with a coffee and a suspiciously sweet-smelling brown bag.
"I wasn't sure which to get so I picked whichever looked the sweetest," he said as he placed the bag down.
"You know me so well," you grinned, "thanks though. Take it you don't have time to have one before practise?" You asked despite knowing he didn’t, but you couldn't help but try.
Your smile plus the way your eyelashes batted had Jan Maas willing to pay the late fee. "I suppose one wouldn't hurt," he said as he moved to sit on the edge of the reception desk as you offered him a pastry, "You should make Stroopkoeken with me one day. You'd like them,"
"What are they?" You asked, not realising how adorable Jan thought your head tilt was in your confusion.
"They're like a Carmel biscuit. My mum would make them for me growing up. Better than any Starbucks pastry," he joked, “But you have to make them from scratch to get the best experience,”
“You’ll have to teach me some time,” you smiled back and is if on queue his phone began ringing.
Jan deflated when he saw his teammates call, “I’ll need to go now. I’ll see you later,”
As he began to walk away you cringed before taking a deep breath, “Wait!” you called making him stop in his tracks. “Are you free tomorrow night? Maybe we could try making those biscuits,” you offered with an awkward smile that he found insanely endearing.
A wide grin broke onto his face, “I’d love to. It’s a date,” he said before actually turning to go to practise, leaving you a grinning mess.
-
“A baking date is perfect!”
“Nah man you should go out to a restaurant for the first date,”
“Oh, what if you take her to Sam’s place for dinner first?”
“There’s a new bar up the street you could go to after,”
“What you gonna wear bruv?”
“Make sure you actually clean up. Chicks notice that kinda stuff,”
“Oh, you should get her flowers. Birds dig flowers,”
“And make sure when you go to kiss her- “
“Woah woah guys!” Jan said, standing up from the bench and pushing past his teammates who’d essentially jumped on him after practise when they found out why he was late, “It’s just a first date. Well, I think it’s a date. I said it’s a date, but people here don’t always mean date, oh god what if she doesn’t realise it’s a date?” Jan began to panic, turning to his equally clueless mates.
They were all panicking till a loud, “Oi,” stopped them, “Don’t listen to these pricks,” Roy told him after pretending not to care the whole time, “Shower, shave, tidy up, and calm down. She’ll know it’s a date since all you two do is flirt like some snot nosed teens,” he said, rolling his eyes.
“Roy’s right,” Sam said, standing to put a hand on Jan’s shoulder, “You’ve got nothing to worry about,”
“Not what I said but alright,” Roy shrugged but this time he got ignored.
Well apart from Jamie who rolled his eyes before adding his own words of wisdom. “Yeah, mate just be yourself,”
-
The kitchen was now a mess, sugar spilt everywhere, and a pot that looked like it would never be clean again and of course a plate of perfectly made biscuits. “I don’t know how my mum made it look so easy,” Jan said.
You laughed as you reached up to wipe the flour off his forehead, “Yeah but they taste good so who cares,” you said, noticing the way his cheeks tinged pink whenever you touched him.
“They’re almost as sweet as you,” he smiled softly, brushing your hair out of your face making your own skin flush.
Enough was enough you thought, “So tell me something,” you said, Jan humming as he waited for you to ask, “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” you nearly whispered.
“I thought you’d never ask,”
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lowkeyremi · 9 months
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This is based off of what happened b4 I went to the dentist this morning, my mom came w me cuz she's so silly (she reminds me of omi sometimes)
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"You're ridiculous." Your boyfriend scoffs looking at you.
"C'mon Kiyo pleaseeeee, I really want the pumpkin spice latte." Starbucks has just started advertising the drink, and you get it every year.
"We have places to be, hurry up and pick something." The two of you are at 7/11 getting breakfast because you have an appointment soon.
You sighed and grabbed a medium sized cup from the little cup dispenser and for some reason all the cups fell out (it was so fucking embarrassing) an employee came over to you because the cups all dropped on the ground. "I'm so sorry, I don't know how that happened."
"Ah don't worry about it, this thing's been broken for awhile. Not the first time all the cups fell." You sigh in relief and you see your boyfriend eyeing you, his look said, 'what are you getting yourself into now?'
You look back and shrug. The coffee you wanted was out so you picked the 7/11 brand. You put in your creamer (whatever you choose but I got oat milk bc i love it in my coffee) and some sugar.
Just as you turn the corner to see what's on the other side of the coffee counter there's more coffee flavors. Including pumpkin spice. "Aw! Are you kidding me? I want pumpkin spice, fuckkkkkk." You debate throwing away the full cup of coffee you just made but, paranoia stops you, "what if they see me on the cameras and charge us extra?"
"Hurry up." You hear your boyfriend call for you. You sprint up to the counter. Kiyoomi pays for your drink and gets gas on your pump.
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After your appointment Kiyoomi takes you to a local coffee shop, you go through the drive thru though, because your man doesn't wanna go inside.
"Hi, um I'm gonna ask because my girlfriend has been begging all day, do you guys have pumpkin spice?" He asks.
"We do-"
You gasp, "Yay!!!"
The lady at the window chuckles.
"Can I get one pumpkin spice latte and an iced mocha, both with (you're preferred milk)."
"Of course! Will that be all?" She smiles when she see the glimmer in your eyes.
"Yes ma'am that's all." He pulls out his wallet while she gives him the total.
"Thank you, Kiyo." You smile and he rolls his eyes. "Mhm."
Your drinks come out and you look at yours, "Baby, can I get whipped cream?"
"Excuse me ma'am, can she get whipped cream?" The lady nods.
"It's a dollar extra." You pull a dollar out of your wallet and hand it to your boyfriend who hands it to the lady.
A few minutes later your drink is back with whipped cream.
Kiyoomi starts to drive off and you sigh in delight.
"I fucking missed this." You say taking another large gulp.
"It isn't even from Starbucks." He encounters.
"I don't care, this is good."
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my mom gives off sakusa energy, she hates going to the store with a bunch of people there so we go right when the store opens lmaooo i love her
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findmeintheferns · 1 year
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your bestfriend’s roommate
(part two)
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𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: you ignore your new dealer for a week, guilty about giving in to the way she made you feel. However, when your boyfriend betrays your trust, you find yourself running right back to her.
𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: dealer ellie/reader, smut, alcohol use, angst, not proof-read (yet), sorry it took so long lmao
𝓦𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓽: 2.3k
𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰: ellie williams (TLOU) x reader
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“You’re pathetic.” You huff, frowning at your reflection staring back at you in the mirror. It was 11:30pm on a Tuesday and you were drinking alone in your dorm. Today had sucked, well, technically yesterday. You hadn’t been feeling great in general, it had been a week since the incident with Ellie and you were trying to ignore the guilt that wouldn’t go away. She texted you a few times, but you didn’t reply, you didn’t even tell Dina what happened. Then on top of that, you failed an exam that was worth 50% of your final grade and spilt your iced coffee all down your favourite white dress (in front of a huge line of people waiting for their Starbucks). That wasn’t it though, no the real cherry on top was what happened once you got back to your room.
“Did you know that jellyfish are 95% water?” Dina stares at you, awaiting your response to her very important question. She was walking you back to your dorm in hopes that you would feel slightly less embarrassed about wearing a now brown & patchy dress.
“I was unaware” you reply, still facing the ground and kicking the occasional pebble.
“They don’t have a brain, or lungs, or a heart. They are literally blobs of fluid & muscle how fucking weird is that” she explains, clearly very worked up by this discovery.
“Thank you for this information Dina, I am now deeply disturbed”.
She giggles at your response and grabs your face so that her palms are squishing your cheeks, forcing you to be staring directly into her eyes.
“C’mon grumpy pants! It was one bad day and it’s nearly over; it can’t get much worse than this. If anyone can get through it, it’s you.”
You roll your eyes at her, but she knows deep down you’re grateful to have her as a friend. You could always count on her to cheer you up. You grab your keys and fumble to unlock the door, turning to Dina at the same time,
“We’re at my dorm which means we are binge watching the entire Twilight saga tonight.”
“Whatever will make you happy” she laughs, but it’s cut short by a loud gasp as soon as you finally open the door.
“What the actual fuck?!” you yell, unable to believe what’s happening right in front of you. Your boyfriend, completely naked, fucking the girl he told you not to worry about countless times, in your own goddamn room. Is this karma? It must be, although you stopped things with Ellie before it went this far.
“Get out. Oh my god, get fucking out! We are done Alex. So fucking done!!” you scream, most definitely causing a scene because you can hear the crowd of people gathering behind you desperately trying to figure out what had happened.
“Wait- no, y/n please I can explain-”
“You heard her. Get out.” Dina doesn’t let him finish his sentence, which is good because if you had to open your mouth again you would most likely just break down crying.
You were honestly surprised by how upset you were. You had been contemplating breaking up with him all week anyway. After that night with Ellie, you felt things Alex hadn’t made you feel your whole relationship, so that was a definitely a sign. At the end of the day though, you trusted him, this was betrayal you would never get over, which meant losing a friend.
So, yeah, a shitty day was an understatement. You asked Dina to leave right after it happened, you just wanted to be alone, but now that’s the last thing you want. You were done wallowing in self-pity, and you knew exactly where you were going to go. You didn’t text, you just stormed right out of your dorm and made your way down the hall. Dina was staying at Jesse’s tonight, so you didn’t have to worry about her. You do wish however that you had thought about the temperature before leaving your heated dorm. You were only wearing a little pair of pyjama shorts & a cropped tank top but fuck it, the bottle of straight vodka in your hand would warm you up soon enough. It didn’t take long to arrive at Ellie’s, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as you raised your hand to knock on the door. You knocked three times, but no answer. It took a solid 5 times before you heard an angry,
“What do you fucking want?”, which made you think maybe you should leave, but before you could she was standing right in front of you. Her face softened instantly, clearly not expecting it to be you at the door.
“Oh, y/n. Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to yell at you.” You watch as she takes in your appearance, her expression changing to what seemed to be concern. She saw the bottle, the lack of clothing and the tear-stained mascara trail that you had forgotten to remove from your cheeks.
“Hey, you okay?” she coos, moving closer to you. You honestly didn’t know how to reply because no, you weren’t okay, but you didn’t really feel like talking about it.
“Can I please just come in?” you sigh.
“Yeah of course, here” she moves towards you, pulling off her baggy sweater, “Arms up.”
You don’t want her to be cold, but you’re freezing and tired so you’re not really in a place to argue. You lift your arms up and she places the sweater on you, it smells exactly like her. Putting her hand on your waist she guides you inside to sit on her bed. You take a big gulp of your vodka, grimacing at the taste but kind of enjoying the burn.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” you ask.
By the look on her face, you could tell she wanted to grab that bottle right out of your hand and pour it down the sink, she just didn’t feel comfortable enough to yet.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replies.
You take another swig from the bottle, “because,” you frown “because I’ve seen you around school. I’ve seen you with other people. You’re not soft like this, you don’t take other people’s shit. You always look so tough. Plus, I’ve completely ghosted you this week.”
She moves closer to you, gently removing the bottle from your hand.
“Y/n,” She whispers, moving your hair behind your ear so it could no longer cover your face “What happened?”
You couldn’t help but fall into her touch, she was being so tender with you, which is all you could ask for right now.
“T’s so stupid I shouldn’t even care” you sob, burying your face into your hands.
“I won’t think its stupid, I promise.” She reassures.
You look up at her, she does look genuinely worried for someone who should hate you.
“I walked in on Alex, he was having sex with that girl I told you about, his best friend. On top of that it was in my bed too ugh, yuck.” You groan.
Ellie jumps up so quickly you barely notice it happen, “I’ll kill him.” She spits, gritting her teeth.
You laugh, “I wouldn’t object, but you forget I did basically the same thing first.”
Ellie didn’t find that statement very funny “I didn’t even fuck you!” She exclaims, “I mean, sorry, we didn’t take things that far. What a piece of shit. I’m sorry y/n.” She calms down and sits back beside you, clearly regretting her previous wording.
You couldn’t hide it anymore, you were drunk. I mean, it’s not like you were known for holding your alcohol well, but this was pretty bad even for you. You adjust so that you’re facing her, legs crossed.
“The thing is, I was going to break up with him anyway, I thought what I felt for him was normal, but maybe I never really did love him as more than a friend. It hurts more that I’ve lost someone I trusted.” You sigh.
Ellie looks at you, sort of puzzled.
“What I’m trying to say is,” you move your face closer to hers “You’ve made me feel things I didn’t think I could feel, things he never made me feel, in such a short time too. I want to know you, Ellie. I can’t stop thinking about you, no matter how hard I try.”
You didn’t have to say anything else because Ellie closed the gap between the two of you, placing her lips softly on yours. She moved her hand around your waist, pulling you onto her lap. You cupped her cheeks, wanting to be as close to her as possible. She was a really good kisser, much better than Alex ever had been. You tried to fasten the pace, but she continued to be delicate, gently stroking your thigh and making your stomach fill with butterflies. You pull away, admiring her features, “I need you, I want you to touch every part of me.”
“I know, and I will, but not right now. It wouldn’t be right, you’re drunk, remember?" She smiled.
As much as you wanted her, you couldn’t help but agree. The second you stopped distracting yourself with her touch you could feel how drowsy you were becoming. Ellie laughed at your sleepy expression, “Sleep here, that way you won’t have to deal with the gross memories back in your dorm.”
You don’t have the energy to do anything other than nod. She lifts you off her lap and lays down, gesturing for you to come lay on her chest. You wonder if she had every been this vulnerable and gentle with someone before. She pulls her blanket over the top of both of you and before you know it, you’re fast asleep with her arms wrapped around you, making you feel incredibly safe.
When you wake up the room is pitch black, it must be early in the morning. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, but the calloused fingers wrapped around your waist remind you. Ellie was still spooning you, her face nestled into your neck. You wished she was awake, because you’re not feeling so tired anymore. You push yourself back, pressing your ass against her. She was fast asleep, so you didn’t expect a reaction, but suddenly Ellie was gripping you tighter and grinding herself against you. This just turned you on more then you already were. You continued to grind, quickening the pace until you heard a low “fuck” slip out of Ellie’s mouth.
“You’re awake?” you ask quietly.
“Mhmm” she responds, still sleepy “How are you feeling?
Horny, you thought. Obviously, you weren’t about to say that out loud.
“Sober” you reply.
“Wonderful, that means I can do this.” Ellie rolls over so that she’s now on top of you, kissing your neck. She moves her way up so that your lips are connected. This kiss however was not like the one before, no this was much different. It was rougher, more desperate, like she had grown tired of restraining herself all night. You let out a moan as she sucks on your bottom lip, causing her to press her thigh between your legs.
“Can I fuck you?” she whispers softly into your ear.
“Please” you groan instantaneously.
Once Ellie knew it was okay, she helped you sit up, basically ripping off your tank top and shorts. You wanted her undressed too. You quickly pulled her shirt over her shoulders before she pressed you back down onto the bed. Ellie slipped her hand inside your panties, touching you in all the right places.
“So fucking wet for me.” She groaned, “This okay?”
You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You have no idea what Alex was doing wrong because it had never felt this good before. She teases you, slowly pushing her fingers inside you but taking them out as soon as they filled you up. You push yourself down onto her fingers, whining, in hopes that she’ll fuck you, but she continues to tease.
“Poor princess, so desperate for me huh?” she smirks, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you. Gonna make you feel so good okay?”
She presses herself inside you again, but this time she stays there. She’s doing something with her fingers, you have no idea what it is, just that it feels fucking good. You kiss at her neck while she continues pushing herself deep inside you, dragging your nails down her back causing her to let out a loud groan. Ellie can’t take her eyes off you, seeing you so vulnerable, knowing she’s probably the only person who has made you feel this good.
“So pretty when I fuck you.” She mumbles, slightly out of breath.
You’re so close to falling over the edge, which quite frankly surprises you, because no one has ever made you cum before. You didn’t tell Ellie this though, you knew how cocky she would get, she’d never let it go. She pulls herself out from inside you and begins to quickly rub her fingers against your clit.
“I’m so close. Fuck.” You moan, drunk on how good she feels.
She leans down and whispers into your ear, “Good girl, cum for me. Just like that.”
This sends you over the edge and you cum harder than you’ve ever been able to make yourself. You bury yourself in Ellie’s neck, already sleepy again.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that” you whisper. Ellie just laughs, gesturing for you to roll over. She plays with your hair and kisses your back, it feels so heavenly that it isn’t long before you’re already asleep again, smiling to yourself.
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narcissadeville · 1 year
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Dream Date | a butch x femme story
It’s almost noon when I leave the house. I almost never go anywhere these days, save to get coffee or food or ever so rarely to browse a store that isn’t online. So I consider this a rare treat. First coffee then, a trip to the bookstore. I’m in search of a specific tome. A book on lesbian nuns of all things, and I suspect the local bookstore might have such a thing. It’s a small enough town, and I happen to live close enough to the town square that I can walk without much trouble so I do. There’s a coffee shop I’ve never been to before on the way according to my phone. Under normal circumstances, I would go to Starbucks as it’s usually the easiest but I figure if it’s on the way I might as well try something new. 
The walk was blessedly short and more importantly, it was a beautiful spring day which meant it was just warm enough to be comfortable but not so much as to be sweltering and therefore unbearable to walk in.
The coffee shop is exactly as I would have imagined upon entering, warm, cozy, inviting, and full of life, mostly plant life.
There are a few people ahead of me, so I have some time to study the menu and get a feel for the sorts of drinks they serve. I tend towards tea on account of the fact that coffee makes me jittery, and I see a tea choice that looks appetizing enough and decide to order that. It’s a spicy chai tea with oat milk that looks absolutely divine. 
I order my drink and make my way over to the other side of the cafe to wait for my drink. There’s light jazz playing over the radio, mixed with the sounds of quiet conversation. There’s a certain ambiance in this place that feels almost dreamy. I’m not sure if it’s the fairy lights, the music, the plants, or just the fact that exists at all but I can’t help but fall just a little bit in love with the place. Someone calls my name and I take my drink gratefully, and make my way toward the door. There’s a part of me that’s tempted to stay longer. It’s comfortable and the atmosphere draws me in like a siren song and I’m tempted. But there’s a book calling my name so I press on instead. I make my way to the door, lost in thought and tea, and I don’t notice that someone else is coming to the door at the same time, and we run smack into each other, our arms colliding. My tea jostles but thankfully only sloshes a little over the lid. 
“Sorry,” I hear a voice say from beside me. I turn towards the sound and almost feel as though my legs might buckle. Easily the most handsome butch I have ever seen in person stands beside me. Looking rather sheepish. They’re wearing a black leather jacket, white t-shirt and black jeans and it’s all I can do not to swoon. Their dark curly hair frames their face perfectly. I’m certain I’m blushing as I stare into the warm pools of their brown eyes. My mouth opens and I attempt to formulate words but all I can manage is the letter I.
After a moment, I regain my composure and say. “Okay,” I feel stupid the moment the words leave my lips, but they don’t seem the least bit bothered by it. They smile and oh I can feel myself blushing again. Their smile is wondrous, and I lose all sense of where I am then and there. Before I know what’s happening, they move and open the door, holding it for me in a sweeping magnanimous gesture that makes me want to blush and giggle and swoon.
“After you,” they say. I blush again and make my way out and back into the street. 
“Thank you,” I reply. They smile again, and we turn in opposite directions. 
I’m still riding the high of our interaction as I walk down the street toward the bookstore sipping my drink. Trees line the sidewalk to my right and shade the sun's rays from me, a fact for which I am most grateful. 
It’s a good drink, but I can’t help but wonder if they’re a regular there. 
Should I start coming back? Maybe I might see them there again? I’m half way down the street from the coffee shop when I remember I was going somewhere, and pull out my phone for the instructions. Thankfully I’m not too far off course. I manage to continue the rest of the walk from the coffee shop to the bookstore. This portion of the trek is longer than I expected and most of it is spent reminiscing over the handsome butch I just met. 
In my own imagination, I am not shy exactly, it’s just that whenever I see someone I consider attractive, I lose all ability to speak in any sort of coherent way. I tell myself that if they are regular and I have more opportunities to see them in the future it might make it easier to work up a rapport. Oh, who am I kidding? Even if they are a regular, I very much doubt they would talk to me. 
After a half an hour of internal monologuing, I reach the bookstore. It’s not a gay bookstore but something about it just feels like it could be. Perhaps it’s just the vibe that all bookstores feel somehow inherently safe to me. 
I’ve always loved books, ever since I was a kid. In those days reading felt like a beautiful escape from a humdrum life, now I was lucky if I could work up the energy to read a few pages at a time. I was hoping a story more suited to me would help. 
The bookshop was a welcome respite from the outside air which was starting to get considerably more sticky as the afternoon wore on. Or perhaps that had simply been from walking there. Either way I was thrilled to be inside an air-conditioned building and a bookstore no less. The smell of ink and paper immediately filled my nostrils and I felt like I was home. 
I had come with a purpose true, but the moment I had arrived I found myself wandering down various isles with no particular purpose in mind. I let my feet carry me in any direction they wanted to, and my eyes sought out any cover or title that looked like it could be interesting. I was so engrossed in my wandering I once more found myself running into a person, this time right into their back. I groaned to myself, embarrassed that I had run into another person twice in the same day. 
“Sorry,” I said. They turned around and I would have gasped; once more the same handsome butch from the coffee shop. What were the odds, I wondered? Surely astronomical. It was a smaller town sure but not so small that it was likely that I’d run into them in this exact same store at this particular time and this isle. 
They smiled, “Well hello again,” they said. There was a casual demeanor to their tone that made me almost feel at ease. Were I not so damn nervous. I smiled, sure I was blushing again. 
“Sorry,” I repeated. 
“Don’t be, I’m glad you bumped into me again.” 
My mouth hung open at that, and I blinked in search of anything intelligent to say, but came up empty. It is worth noting that I am rarely at a loss for words. I would consider myself rather good with words generally, yet here I was, fumbling for anything resembling a sentence. 
“We might want to sit down somewhere, I’d hate for you to run into me and get seriously hurt,” they said. 
At this I simply blushed. Say something, my brain hissed at me. “I might enjoy it if you did,” I said. I cringed at myself, had I really just said that? 
To my surprise however, they laughed. A deep, mirthful laugh that instantly put me at ease. “How about I take you out to lunch first, and see where the afternoon takes us?” 
I blinked, there went my words again. I could hardly believe it, I was actually being asked out, on a date, in person. Was this really how it happened? I had only seen such a thing in films before, I knew I had to respond before they thought I wasn’t interested. 
“I’d love to,” I said. Or at least, I thought that’s what I said. I’m pretty sure what I actually said might have been more of a garbled mess of such a phrase. Fortunately for me, they didn’t seem to care. Instead they smiled and said, “Great. What are you in the mood for?” 
“I’m pretty new to the area I admitted, but I’m down for whatever.”
“Adventurous, I like that in a girl,” they said as we made our way out of the bookshop, all thoughts of the book I had been planning to purchase completely erased from my head. Adventurous, I thought with a laugh. Nothing could be further from me, but I wasn’t about to tell them that. Outside the bookstore, they turned right toward the parking lot with me trailing behind them like a lost kitten. When they finally stopped it was in front of a motorcycle, it was black and if I was honest the most terrifying thing I’d ever seen. They grinned mounting the bike with ease. “You ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle before?” They asked.
I had two choices. I could lie and potentially risk life and limb for a total stranger, or I could tell them I was scared shitless and admit I'd never even seen a motorcycle up close let alone ridden one.
Naturally, I did the only sensible thing I could do. 
“Sure,” I lied trying to mount the bike like they had. The dress I was wearing didn’t exactly lend itself to it, but I didn’t care. As soon as I got on I stared awkwardly at their back. 
“You may want to hold on. She’s got a little kick,” they said. I blinked, not seeing anything to hold onto. I had seen in movies girls holding onto their riding partner, but surely she didn’t mean… the engine roared to life and my heart leaped up to my throat. Without thinking I wrapped my arms around her waist for dear life, burying my face in her leather-clad back. She smelled amazing. A mix of leather, and just a touch of musk and cologne. She revved the engine and we took off together out of the parking lot. 
It wasn’t so bad, I thought to myself. I had calmed down almost immediately, at least that was until we exited the parking lot and the motorcycle shot down the street at what felt like an unreasonably high speed that caused me to wrap my arms around their waist once more, desperately clinging to the only lifeline I had. They didn’t seem particularly bothered by it. In fact, as they took off down the road, making a bit of a sharper-than-necessary turn, I almost got the impression they were trying to show off for me. This thought was short-lived however when the motorcycle’s engine popped suddenly and bucked me. I clenched my thighs to the metal and gripped them so tight I was sure I would have cracked one of their ribs. When we finally reached our destination, a restaurant I had never seen before it was all I could do not to kiss the ground. I felt as though I had been just taken on a wild ride on a stallion. I carefully extricated myself from the bike and they followed suit, smiling at me. Distinctly I got the impression that they knew I had been lying. No one who had ridden on a motorcycle before would have been that terrified. Thankfully they didn’t call me out a fact for which I will be eternally grateful for forever. The two of us made our way towards the restaurant, their hand at the small of my back. It was all I could do not to blush again. When we reached the door, they moved swiftly to open it for me and not a second later their hand was at the small of my back once more. 
It was almost unbelievable how fast they seemed to move. 
They had chosen, a quiet diner where we could chose our own seats, we did, the back of the diner, away from other guests. Ours was a half moon booth, they slid into the middle and I slid in the other side, next to them. Without a second thought they wrapped their arm around me and pulled me close. Were it not for the distinct smell of cooking eggs wafting from the kitchen I would have been certain this was a dream. 
“I hope you don’t mind being so close,” they said. 
“I don’t mind at all,” I replied. How could I possibly? What femme in her right mind would mind? 
“I admit I’m not usually this forward,” they said. “But after I ran into you for the second time in the bookstore I thought you can’t let her get away again.” 
It took everything in me in that moment not to make a self deprecating comment. Not to say something along the lines of, ‘are you sure you’re talking about me?’ I had promised myself I wouldn’t do that anymore. Still I couldn’t quite stop myself from asking. “Oh, why is that?” 
“Well for starters you’re easily the most beautiful femme I’ve ever seen. But besides that… I can’t really explain it.” For a long moment, I had no idea what to say. It’s not that I lack self-confidence per se, but I’m by no means self-absorbed enough or perhaps quite confident enough to call myself the most beautiful femme. Surely this handsome butch has seen many a beautiful femme, I think.
Several years ago, when I was still attempting to date men, I would have assumed this was merely a line to get into bed with me. But this felt incredibly genuine like they really meant it. Unlike with any man, if this was a line, it was going to work. They could have asked me to follow her into a life of crime Bonnie and Clyde style and I would have. Easily. 
“Thank you,” I said thought it felt foolish. They smiled. 
“I’m just being honest,” they said. 
When the server arrived, they ordered for me, another thing I had only ever dreamed of, and they held tight to me for the remainder of our lunch, we talked about everything and nothing, and I still couldn’t get over it. A real date, a date that had come from me doing something different and leaving the house. It felt like a dream, like a fairytale. I was terrified that at any moment I’d wake up back in my bed. 
Only I didn’t. 
Lunch ended, and we went to see a movie, then strolled the park, then went for a late dinner. The day flew by and the next thing I knew it was nearing midnight. Had we really been out all day? I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so comfortable and joyous and just myself, and I was reticent to let the date end. As they dropped me off back at my house and gave me their number, I knew I couldn’t let them go. 
Wrapping my arms around them, I smiled, “You’re welcome to come in,” I said. 
They grinned, giving me a look filled with a multitude of promise. 
“Much as I would love that and I…” they looked me up and down and let out something between a grunt and a moan that sent shivers down my spine, “I would love to. I have a rule about not sleeping with a girl on the first date.” 
It was all I could do not to pout. They must have noticed it too because they smiled and wrapped their arms around my waist. “Can I kiss you?” They asked. 
“You can do a lot more than that if you like,” I replied. 
They laughed and pressed their lips slowly to mine. I gasped, lips parting to give them entrance. I felt their fingers dig into my hips then as they deepened the kiss. Their tongue exploring my mouth. It was all I could do not to moan into the embrace. It was hands down the best kiss of my life. Their lips trailed down from mine, down my chin, towards my neck. I gasped, letting out a moan as they sucked hard onto my throat. My fingers dug into their back. “Please,” I begged. 
“Please what?” They whispered against the flesh of my neck like a prayer. I shivered. 
“Please I need more,” I whined. 
They smiled, pressed their lips to mine once more, and pulled away. “Just needed to mark my spot,” they said. I whined. “Promise we’ll do this again and I’ll make it very worth your while.” 
I shivered at the promise of their words. “I’m holding you to that,” I said. They got onto their motorcycle with a grin, and the last thing I saw was their tail light as they sped off into the night. 
Walking back to my room I wondered briefly if I would ever see them again. Or if this had been just a passing-by-night thing. A once in a lifetime fairytale of an event that had happened miraculously not to be repeated. 
To my great surprise, my phone vibrated and I pulled it out to find a text from them: 
I had a great time today, shall we plan another date for tomorrow? Or later in the week?
I stared at my phone grinning from ear to ear. I could hardly deny to myself it was real now. Shocking though it was. We planned our second date, and as I crawled into bed, exhausted from the long day, I felt all at once as though I was floating on air. 
The date of my dreams with the butch of my dreams, I thought to myself. Holy shit I did it. 
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munivrse · 9 months
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enhypen as employees at my old coffee/icecream shop
cw: work shenanigans. war flashbacks of spilling hot milk on hands. niki breakdancing.
Heeseung: probably the manager
so nice
friends with with all of the employees on a personal level
sings on karaoke nights and entrusts the rest of the kids to run the shop for the time being
hums while he prepares drinks
one time steamed milk and it boiled over onto his hand as a customer watched. he brushed it off but cried in the office afterwards. (based on a true story 😔)
Jay: customer
jay is a customer who comes in for the same coffee drink every day: just a caramel frappe.
likes to explain he wants a medium caramel frappe with no syrup and extra whip in the most complicated way so that he can talk to the cashier for a long time.
really only came to visit jake at work but became well acquainted with the rest of the staff and now theyre all besties.
specifically wants to take the cashier, shrink him, and put him in his pocket.
they let him carry out drinks during karaoke nights sometimes.
one time came in and asked for a cold brew with one ice cube in it. clearly it had been a very rough day.
Jake: server
love jake but
cannot make an order to customer satisfaction to save his life. (bitter espresso, too much ice in frappes, etc.)
heeseung really liked how polite and sweet he was so he made him a server.
all of the older customers are in love with him and sometimes will ask him to sit with them if the shop isnt busy.
just so personable and sweet he is a dream server.
loves karaoke nights because he loves live music and all of the regulars come to watch him sing a bit too.
one karaoke night a child had ran right in front of him as he was briskly walking back from delivering drinks. came back to the counter pale as a ghost, "guys i almost just steamrolled a child 😰"
Sunghoon: barista
looks scary, very funny and nice.
only makes coffee. likes making new drinks (specifically themed holiday drinks.)
claims he makes the best espresso shots. he is correct.
every customer has a crush on him even though he doesn't leave from behind the counter
does karaoke with heesung if the day is going by slow.
so smart; lacks common sense.
spilled ice in the backroom and then sprayed hot water on the ice to melt it. there is no drain in the floor. so it was just 2x the amount of water. took two hours to dry.
Sunoo: drive thru
his voice is just so nice to hear. makes jokes at the window too.
mostly at the drive thru because nobody wants to uell at him when they see him through the window.
when the drive thru isnt busy they usually ask him yo clean up a bit around the shop and he always sings along to the songs playing off the speakers
a smart ass who plays around too much with niki.
makes all of the summer refreshers
one time the shop was out of 60% of their ice creams and he got very tired of people saying "So what DO you have???" so he muted his mic, screamed into the tip jar so that nobody could hear him, unmuted the mic, and proceeded to list out what they did, in fact, have.
Jungwon: Cashier
polite 80% of the time until some woman comes up and complains that her drink does not taste like how they do at starbucks.
"unfortunately ma'am, this is not a starbucks. this is (shop name). we can remake the drink if you'd like it sweeter..."
perfect balance of smart and polite responses
has a couple regulars that he loves talking to though.
thinks its funny when jay comes up asking the following: "can i get a... whats it called.. the frozen drink with-" "with the caramel?" "... yeah the caramel. what's that called again?" "A caramel frappucino." "frappucino.. gotcha. can i get the caramel frappucino? size-" "size medium. i know. you're here every thursday and friday. go sit down."
Niki: who really knows. gets paid good tho
he does a bit of everything. please dont let him make espresso though hes not too good at that yet.
just makes a fool of himself every day he works.
in charge of the ice cream portion of the store. ice cream scoops are significantly too big for $1.99
does the thing where you flip the ice cream scoop in the air and try to catch it on the cone. literally misses every time but nobody yells at him because the customers love it.
dances around while sweeping and is actually... abnormally good.
doesnt sing for karaoke night but will jokingly be a backup dancer doing the most when an employee sings
break dancing while jake sings love yourself
get those two away from eachother
drive thru is right behind the ice cream freezer so he'll tap sunoo's shoulder and turn around as if nothing happened.
theres a tv that usually has an aesthetic coffee shop themed picture on it throughout the day. one time the remote was left unattended and niki changed it to minecraft speed runs. nobody noticed until a group of kids wouldnt stop looking at the tv.
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milkybonya · 1 year
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midnight rain ☆ pjh
order 063, anon: large coconut milk tea for trsr Jihoon (song = midnight rain by Taylor Swift)
! : fluffy start, angsty middle and open/hopeful ending?! ft. a breakup :(
# : idol!jihoon x office worker!(gn)reader, inspired by Taylor Swift's song
[💌: anon i'm so sorry for taking so long T_T pls enjoy even though idk how much i can defend the quality!!!]
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dating an idol is everyone's dream, but no one thinks about it being like this: an idol is someone with a dream and goal, already running straight towards that thing... but you just wanted to be loved. the intentions misaligned and that's why things couldn't work out between you and Jihoon.
when you first met him, he was in front of you in the starbucks line. right away, you could tell he was different. he wore heavy, black boots, patterned jeans with chains that jingled every time he moved the slightest amount, his blazer was also uniquely patterned, and his hair had a slightly blue tint to it.
once you both ordered, you stood to the side to wait for your drinks. he looked attractive even while scrolling through his phone, and you wondered how that could be.
so lost in this boy's appearance, you didn't hear your name even when it was called about four times.
then...
"hey, you were after me in line, right? is that your drink? they're calling your name," the boy told you.
"huh? oh.. yeah," was all you could mumble as you staggered forwards.
but before you knew it, he had picked up the drink for you and was holding it out.
"are you okay?" he asked as you stared at his fingers holding your cup. the silver rings twinkled under the ceiling lights.
"yeah," you said again, taking the drink while squinting at the name written on his own cup.
"Jihoon".
"well, have a good day, then!" Jihoon told you with a smile so gorgeous that even his eyes were part of it.
as you turned to leave, you didn't notice that your wallet fell. you opened the café's door and stepped out while Jihoon eyed the wallet, then your back.
sucking in a breath through his teeth, he picked up your wallet and chased after you.
you had moved so far in such a short amount of time that he was panting when he reached you, a small drop of sweat sliding down his smooth face.
"y/n, you dropped this!" he said while holding out your wallet.
"oh! thank you..." you replied, taking the wallet with both hands.
the tips of Jihoon's ears were red as he said, in a low voice, "well now that i've ran into you for a second time.. can i ask for your number?"
you were shocked that someone this gorgeous would be asking you for your number first, but who were you to say no?!
you switched numbers and just a few hours later, Jihoon was already asking when you'd be free to meet again. he claimed it was destiny that you dropped your wallet, and he couldn't let you slip away.
so, you met up on a friday evening after your long workday. Jihoon listened to you as you complained about work at the office, and he also began to reveal to you that he was an idol.
"can idols.. date?" you asked, worried.
"no.. i mean, i can't right now. so i wanted to tell you, in case you don't want to move forward with this secret relationship."
his painted nails wrapped around the coffee mug in front of him, bringing it to his lips.
"well, Jihoon. you can't just make me fall for you and tell me not to stay," you said with a smile.
and that's how your relationship started.
it was built and upheld by fleeting nights spent chasing after each other in the dark, running to his dorm and him running to your office when you worked late. he'd drop off food and you'd go to his dorm to place kisses all over his soft face. some nights, he'd stay at your place, holding you close and singing you to sleep.
you both formed the most precious, perfect relationship. even if it was all in secret, you were so, completely, and utterly satisfied. content. in love.
but Jihoon started to feel suffocated. he noticed how comfy and safe you were in his presence. he listened as you shared your plans for the future to marry him and have kids with him. he listened and realized.. he didn't want that. what he envisioned when he saw the future was him, treasure, the 12 treasure boys succeeding and making it big. he didn't exactly see himself settled in a house with kids, but he saw himself on stage winning awards.
that's when you started noticing him getting distant. he'd reply to you late and wasn't always there at the dorms or the yg building when you went to see him. when you did get to see him, he was quiet and on his phone. his skin, lips, touch, and hugs felt cold. he felt like a ghost, a skeleton of Jihoon and not the actual Jihoon.
when you were going to confront him about it, he beat you to it. the two of you were sat in the same starbucks that you met, awkwardly holding your half-empty cups as you each waited for the other to speak.
"y/n... i have something to tell you," Jihoon said, softly. his voice sounded warm for the first time in a while.
"okay.."
"i love you a lot, i really do.. but i don't think i see us going any further," he said.
tears were already threatening to leave your precious eyes.
"you want to get married and settle down, but... right now, i just want to be a successful idol. that's all i see for myself right now," Jihoon explained.
you hummed along to his words, looking down and rubbing your thumb along the rim of your starbucks cup.
"how do you feel... about this?" he asked, his voice shaky as he tried to be careful with his words.
"i think i get it, Jihoon. i noticed you were withdrawing yourself from me... it's gonna be really hard but let's end this if that's how you feel," you said, lips wobbling.
unable to look at your now ex any longer, you stood up and left, just like that. and that was the last time you saw Jihoon in-person. it was also the last time you entered that starbucks, since it was the place you both met and lost the most important lover in your life.
Jihoon and the treasure boys did well after you and Jihoon ended things. you always told yourself that maybe it was thanks to the breakup, trying to find ways to console yourself that your tragic end was meant to be. yet you, on the other hand, were still at your 9-5 office job.
you followed treasure an unhealthy amount online, tracking their comebacks and interviews, promotions and schedules. it wasn't even to see Jihoon... or maybe it was, but it was to see how the treasure boys were doing.
on one interview, the boys were asked to talk about the people/things they 'treasure' the most. while many of the boys answered 'teume' and Hyunsuk mentioned his grillz, Jihoon said, "there is someone i'm thinking about right now and i just want to tell them that we'll meet again whenever they decide to step out of their comfort zone and start living the life they want."
your heart beat quickly hearing those words, knowing immediately that they were for you. also, Jihoon was just right. after years of working at the office, trying to convince yourself that this stable life was what you wanted, you started to feel empty inside. really, you wanted to explore your options, discover the world and yourself.
whether it was because of Jihoon's words or your own change of heart, you decided to quit your job. soon after, your most important ex-lover found his way into your life again.
the day you quit your job, you decided to go back into the starbucks where you met Jihoon, even after swearing to never go back there again. and there he was, speak of the devil.
clad in the most simple clothes ever this time, Jihoon waited in line for his order to be taken. and this time, you'd be the one to take action first. you wouldn't wait for him to hand you your drink or chase aftee you with your dropped wallet, but you would take charge of your own destiny.
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sunsetzer · 11 months
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As I was drinking coffee this morning I started thinking about what the returners' drink preferences were and this came out of my head (under a cut because it's a bit long):
Terra is very sweet so I imagine she likes sweet coffee drinks, something like a vanilla cappuccino. She doesn't enjoy it if it's not sweetened enough but isn't going to complain if someone brings her coffee that isn't quite to her liking.
Locke is the kind of guy to show up to a meeting 10 minutes late with starbucks (that Edgar probably paid for). What he drinks could barely qualify as coffee and is more along the lines of "very wet cake". One sip would probably send Gau into orbit.
As a guy who lives in the desert, I imagine Edgar would rather drink iced coffee than hot, with a little cream and sugar in it. Even if the party is staying in a snowy place like Narshe, he's just in the habit of liking a cold drink. I also picture him as someone who only has coffee in the morning, and enjoys iced herbal teas through the day. His favourites aren't the expensive imported teas he is gifted by noblemen and politicians looking to get on the king's good side, but rather those that are made with the leaves and petals of plants endemic to the Figaro desert-- they remind him of home. (Where do they get ice? He's probably personally responsible for the creation of the ice box in their world.)
Sabin doesn't particularly like coffee, but he loves tea. Since he doesn't live in the desert 24/7 like his brother, he drinks it hot. After a hard day's work training he relaxes with a pot of his favourite herbal tea (similarly to Edgar, his favourite is a tea from Figaro for the same reason) in a peaceful manner that would surprise anyone but his brother.
Setzer has expensive taste in coffee, and prefers dark roasts with stronger flavour. He doesn't drink it black, though; he adds a splash of liqueur or an alcoholic cream (like putting bailey's in your coffee except way more ridiculously expensive). He swears it's only for the flavour, but there are maybe some of his worse days where that's not entirely true. He also drinks several cups of the stuff in a day, because the man is perpetually tired. He's possibly built up a tolerance to caffeine at this point like one does for alcohol (which I imagine he also has a high tolerance for).
Celes says she only enjoys coffee with a splash of cream, but she actually does like the same sweet drinks as Terra occasionally. She'll never admit it to anyone but Terra.
Resident feral child Gau had a sip of coffee one (1) time and has since been banned from all caffeine. He tore through the Falcon faster than any human person should be able to run and knocked over many things, including but not limited to a very disgruntled Setzer, who taught him a new curse word in response. Gau then hopped around shouting this new word for everyone to hear. Locke thought it was hilarious.
Shadow prefers his coffee black, but isn't picky if someone offers him a drink with something added to it. He strikes me as someone who likes it almost hot enough to burn.
Strago wants to drink coffee but Relm manages to sneak decaf into his mug more often than not. The man's 71 years old, too much caffeine might send him into cardiac arrest.
Relm herself thinks coffee is gross and adults are weird for enjoying it. She sneaked a sip of Shadow's black coffee once and was turned off of the stuff forever, despite being told that there are sugary drinks that aren't as bitter.
Cyan doesn't drink coffee, but occasionally drinks tea. Specifically, he drinks a traditional calming Doman herbal tea that reminds him of peaceful nights spent with his lost family, on nights when his mind wanders to his darkest memories. If he closes his eyes in the quiet, he can almost feel as though he is back in that castle, before the kingdom fell. It doesn't make him sad, though; it's cathartic.
Mog doesn't drink much coffee or tea, but he does like hot cocoa. Relm thinks he's the only sane one because adult drinks are weird and gross.
Absolutely under no circumstances should Umaro be given coffee. The consequences are very much the same as with Gau, but with much more devastating results. A caffeinated yeti managed to storm his way into the Falcon's engine room once and proceeded to knock several things out of place, causing the airship to make a crash landing. Edgar and Setzer spent three days repairing the damage.
Nobody knows what Gogo's coffee preferences are, mostly because nobody knows what Gogo exactly is. They have revealed nothing and will continue to be an enigma.
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whatwouldmickeydo · 2 years
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I wrote this random thing sometime after season 10 aired and had planned to make it a part of something bigger but never actually got around to it.
Takes place after Ian’s release in 10x5 and before Mickey’s release in 10x6.
He’s on hour ten of a 14 hour shift, waiting in line for some desperately needed coffee while on break, the other two paramedics waiting impatiently in the rig outside. At least Paula hasn’t stopped them from having this little bit of joy yet. She’ll probably start back charging them for breaks too before long.
And then that’ll be when I finally fucking quit. Except not because he needs the damn money.
The lady at the front seems to be attempting to win a medal for how much shit she can fit in one cup of coffee. Who the fuck even mixes peppermint with caramel?
He’s glancing around the shop when his eyes lock onto another pair staring straight at him. Ian recognizes him slightly, seen him here a few times when he comes in to grab coffee for a long shift. One of those guys who never seem to specify what exactly they do for work but somehow always have a laptop open doing something.
He’s good looking, there’s no denying that – tan skin, tight shirt, slick backed blonde hair, artsy tattoos wrapping around his biceps. Not the right kind of tattoos though. Ian offers a friendly nod in his direction, gets a heat filled leer and a grin back. He knows the look, seen it enough times from his days at the club. Hell, he’s given that look to plenty of guys himself.
Ian’s finally next in line so he drops the gaze and steps up to the counter, quickly placing an order for three coffees to go.
He’s standing off to the side waiting for them to call his name when he hears a throat clear next to him, looking over to see the guy walking up to him with a friendly smile on his face.
“Hi there. Name’s Jackson. You work around here?” Ian turns to address him, slightly caught off guard at being approached so quickly.
“Hey. Uh, the rig out there is mine,” he says, gesturing out the window to the ambulance parked out front where his two other coworkers are standing outside, one of them tapping frantically at his watch.
Jackson turns to look, nodding in recognition. “Yeah, I’ve seen you come in a few times, there some medical crisis happening around here I should know about?” he says with a rakish smile, not hiding the way he’s clearly checking out Ian, eyes lingering on his lower body.
Ian flushes slightly, skin prickling at the obvious attention. He laughs lightly, scratching the back of his head. “No, nothing like that. This coffee shop is pretty close to our route and the two out there are actual coffee snobs who won’t drink shit from Starbucks.”
Jackson laughs, a little too loudly for a joke Ian thinks isn’t all that funny.
“It’s a pretty nice neighborhood, actually. Lots of cool bars and places to hang out. I could show you around sometime if you want,” he offers, and Ian thinks he finally understands what the phrase ‘batting your eyelashes’ means.
Ian glances at him quickly, trying not to make too much eye contact. “Uh, sorry dude… I’m uh… taken. I’ve got someone.” He flushes, heat spreading through his body at his own words. Because he is. Taken. He belongs to someone.
He doesn’t think a simple sentence like I’ve got someone should be having this much of an effect on him, but he can’t help it. Mickey is his and he told him he’d wait. It’s different than the last time, when they were separated by glass and prison guards, when he had lied to his face and spiraled out into madness. They’re both so different now, it’s hard to fit those parts of his life together with his life now.
“He’s a lucky guy then. If you’re both ever looking for a good time, hit me up,” Jackson offers with an easy smile and a wink, clearly not put off by the mention of someone else. He slides a piece of paper across the counter with what Ian can only assume is his phone number. He doesn’t make an effort to take it, because he already knows the answer.
Mickey doesn’t share.
And neither does he.
A sliver of want flashes through him, images of Mickey’s shit-eating grin shining bright behind his eyes, picturing that tongue curling around his teeth when he’s feeling particularly smug. God, he misses him.
He snaps out of his daydream when he hears his name being called for his order, nodding politely at Jackson before heading up to grab the coffees.
“No thanks man, we’re good.”
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withlovefromolympus · 2 years
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More Aphrodite hcs!
for @peggy-sue-reads-a-book. I really meant to post this last night and forgot I’m sorryyy
Huge supporter of sex work/ers. If she hears anyone bashing it, she puts them in their place quickly.
She wishes she could get into coffee because it’s trendy, but she just can’t. Her Starbucks order is usually a Frappuccino or a refresher. She loves hot chocolate, though! Especially with marshmallows :)
Has an Instagram account that is aesthetic asf, and it’s pretty much just pictures of her being hot and being on vacation. She has like 200 million followers and counting on there. All her demigod kids follow her and turn on post notifications to avoid getting the dreaded text of “like my selfie or you’re grounded for a week”
One of her worst habits it biting her fingernails, so she has her nails done pretty much all the time. The gods didn’t know about this habit until Hermes caught her doing once out of boredom by mistake.
Is very big on self-care, and not just for herself. She makes all the Olympians & her friends personalized sugar scrubs and face masks. She convinced some of them to try yoga. If they visit her, she reminds them to use some hand lotion that seems to be everywhere in her home.
You better pray she’s in a good mood when it’s her turn to play music via the aux chord because she listens to mainly pop music or sad songs. She has a 70 hour heartbreak playlist that is the most tear-jerking, gut-wrenching thing to listen to.
Huge fan of astrology, and since the gods didn’t keep track of what day they were born on — birthdays kind of become unnecessary when you live forever — she assigned them all birthdays based on what she sign she claimed they were. Nobody really cared that she did that and just went with it.
Hates fast fashion with her whole self, and while she’s has the money to buy expensive sustainable clothes, she knows others don’t, so when she’s done with a dress or shirt or whatever, she’ll donate it so some lucky thrifter can have it.
Can become a complete pest when she’s bored. The questions are constant. “Can I come with you? I promise I can help,” she’ll asks Hermes as he runs messages. “Will you make me a bunch of drinks and I’ll tell you which one I like the most?” to Dionysus, “What’s your book about?” to Athena who’s trying to read, “Whatcha makin’? And can you make me one?” to Hephaestus. Even Ares gets annoyed with her sometimes.
Demolishes the competition at Just Dance. She’s a natural at it and doesn’t mind working up a sweat in front of her peers if it means she’s doing good. “How does she have this much energy???” pants Apollo as he tries to keep up with a vigorously moving Aphrodite who’s going so hard at Bad Romance Extreme.
One day she got real tired and fed up with being called “dumb” even as a joke, so she told Athena to make a long and challenging, unbiased test covering a myriad of random trivia facts and school subject questions. Then she said only the gods who could do better than her could call her dumb. She studied really hard, and several deities had to shut up and sit down afterwards.
Sometimes she wears men’s cologne instead of perfume. She says it’s really fun to try something different and see who’s brave enough to comment on it, and that gendered scents should be worn by whoever wants to wear them.
Even after thousands of years being alive, she can’t pick up on subtle sarcasm very well. She finds it to be crueler at times than outright meanness, and she’ll get sad and quiet if she realizes people are mocking her. She’s sensitive like that.
She has a flower crown of roses that never dies, and she’ll wear it when she’s in a very romantic and happy mood. It somehow magically looks amazing with any outfit she wears.
Part I here
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kimium · 11 months
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Earlier I asked @m34gs if there was a Starbucks in Twisted Wonderland, what would the Housewarden's go-to order be? She answered in this ask, but also prompted me to give my thoughts. As a tea only drinker this will be challenging for me, but online menus are the best!
Riddle - London Fog (Earl Grey Latte) with milk foam
Without a doubt in my mind Riddle has to have a tea order. Tea is an important part of Heartslaybul and if Riddle doesn't drink a certain quota of tea then he's breaking at least ten-fifteen rules and he CANNOT let that happen.
This order is also very simple in both saying and ingredients. There isn't a lot of variety with this one, which helps Riddle ease into the drink order. I'm certain he grew up believing anything his mother deemed "fancy" was unnecessary and horrible. This drink helps meet a balance for Riddle: tea and simple. I'm certain once he becomes comfortable with drinks he'll branch into Refreshers or Frappaccinos.
Leona - Iced Peach Green Tea
Like you said, Leona doesn't like complicated drinks nor does he want something hot or caffeinated. He wants his precious naps! This drink meets Leona's requirements: simple (so no one can screw it up if they're doing a run for him), cold, and a little sweet.
Azul - Brown Sugar Oat Americano with 4-5 shots of espresso
I agree with you: Azul, like Idia, is living on caffeine and sugar. Only while Idia is unapologetic in his caffeine/sugar order, Azul tries to disguise his with fancy additives (the brown sugar syrup pumps, cinnamon topping, and oat beverage). This way he can tell people what he's drinking without mentioning the word "espresso" in his order. No one is fooled though. They all know exactly what Azul's habits are.
Kalim - Strawberry Creme Frappuccino with extra whip
Scarabia is hot and Frappuccinos aren't. Strawberries are delicious and sweet. Combining these elements makes for a delicious drink that I think Kalim would love. I agree he has a sweet tooth and thus he wants extra whip. In truth, I think Kalim would like all kinds of frappuccinos, but he also strikes me as someone who likes fruit. Hence, I think this is a good pick for him.
Vil - Matcha Latte, two extra scoops of matcha, with non-fat milk
Look, I know this is basically my order, except without the non-fat milk, but hear me out. Matcha has many health benefits. It is high in anti-oxidants, can help protect your liver, boosts brain function, may help prevent cancer and boost heart health, and helps regulate weight. With so many fantastic benefits, I think this is something Vil would go for as he strikes me as someone who values healthy foods.
Idia - Espresso Macchiato with milk foam and with whatever unholy amount of espresso shots he's feeling like adding
I agree 100% with you: Idia lives on two things: caffeine and sugar. With this, he's basically drinking milky espresso/sugar. Just typing this is making my head hurt. He's also ordering this late into the night and consuming it as he plays games. Again, as you said, the only reason why he doesn't add more shots (which I checked and the counter wasn't stopping me from adding them) is because Ortho threatened his computer with perma-death.
Malleus - Chai Latte with milk foam
While I also think it's super cute for Malleus to go for the Dragon Fruit drink, I also think he likes tea. He's also wary of coffee shops as he's very unfamiliar and uncomfortable in there. However, thanks to Yuu and Lilia he visits for the first time and nearly panics when he sees all the options and customization. So, he orders one of the most simple items on the menu. Besides, drinking Chai is like receiving a warm hug and I think Diasomnia can be a bit on the chilly side.
(I also think Leona wants to make fun of him for having a "basic bitch order" but his order is also rather basic in nature.)
There you go! Here are my options! I hope you like them, friend!
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Day 3
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So we didn't walk to the coffee shop this morning because it opened late, 9 am. Pictured above are all the bad and mediocre vending machine coffees we had between 7 and noon. I may or may not drink the instant Starbucks we originally bought as gifts depending on how the drip from the convenience store goes...
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After my meeting, I did laundry and booked hotels for Osaka and Tokyo in June. Feels very far away but I'm sure it'll come quick. I tried to do the copy editing assignment that's due Wednesday, but I was feeling especially jetlagged (didn't feel it at all yesterday!) and couldn't get much done.
It rained all day until the neighborhood kids came back from school. Seemed like the children brought the sun. I could hear them from the window.
For dinner, we went to an izakaya by the Ikebukuro station. It reminded me of Flushing. According to Tokyo Weekender, Ikebukuro is "a slightly poorer cousin of Shinjuku and Shibuya ... [with] a reputation for debauched nightlife." Tokyocheapo.com says it's considered the second largest red light district in the city. When we came out, there were a lot of girls standing on corners with signs. Josh thinks we ate next to a man and his escort too.
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I didn't know or notice until after dinner, so the sushi was amazing. So fresh, even the mackerel. Mackerel sashimi? Crazy. The cuts were all on the cheaper side, but they were so so good.
Then we tried to go to the observatory at Sunshine City, a mall with a Pokemon Center (?), but it was closed by the time we found it. Josh said it literally felt like being in a Pokemon game. Yeah it felt familiar. I wish we had gotten to the observatory though. He said he thinks it's worth coming back, but I think the escort and girls on the street left a bad (sad?) taste in my mouth.
Tomorrow I'm going to try to go to that coffee shop, even if alone, and maybe book a nail appointment while Josh works. Maybe Shimokitazawa too?
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lyramundana · 11 months
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Drabble based on my forgotten wip:
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The boys are having another photoshoot, this time for a brand of clothes that has accepted to sponsor them. The pictures have to give off serious, seductive vibes, but there are certain two who can’t get into it. They’re either eating each other with their eyes or posing like they would in a normal group picture. Seeing this is making the process difficult for all and they need to get it done, Chan decides to call Violeta and asks her to “do her magic again”.
- I’m sorry, you want me to what? - she replies confused from the phone. 
-You know what I mean. Just come here and do what you did last time. 
-You want me to make them laugh? But isn’t the photoshoot concept supposed to be “sexy”? How does that help?
-Not laugh. Just come here and...provoke them.
That’s even more ridiculous. Violeta gets annoyed and more confused.
-Provoke them? Are you hearing yourself?! What do you have in mind with that, ‘Topher? Me going and give them a strip show or something? If this is a joke, it’s not fucking funny - she huffs, laying back on her seat. She just wanted to enjoy her coffee in peace while listening to Chase Atlantic to start the day, but now she has to hear her potential brother-in-law encouraging her to go and seduce a couple, who are pretty much engaged at this point and, on top of all, one of them is fucking HOMOSEXUAL. Like, does he even hears himself when he talks? -Plus, even if I agreed, how exactly is that gonna work on Lee fucking Minho? Have you forgotten the guy is a walking rainbow?
-That’s not what I meant! Look..- he sighs, trying to find a way to convince her to come and explain it without outright revealing what’s going on in his head. It’s way too obvious and everyone else knows, but those three are still dead-set in denial, specially her.- I’m not asking anything weird from you. Just though they may cheer up a bit if you come here. 
Then, Olivia comes out of nowhere and takes his phone, speaking in a firm tone - Look, idiot, there are hot models here from the agency and they’re in need of cold drinks. Bring some here and then you can flirt shamelessly with them until they plan to sue you. Deal?
Violeta munches her snacks slowly.
- Why do you really need me there, ‘Topher?
-Listen here little shit, call me that one more fuck..
-Leta, the next album Ateez pulls out is on me. 
Silence.
- Hell, why didn’t you start with that, guys? Of course I’m going! Anything to help my family. Give me a few minutes-sounds of chairs loudly moving and clothes quick steps.
-By the way, don’t take the public transport. This hour is hellish and you wouldn’t ever find a spot - the older girl says. 
-Sure, whatever. See you there. I’ll bring the drinks!
She hangs off, and Olivia returns the phone with a satisfied grin to a perplexed Christopher.
-Why did you say that?
-So she comes here walking. Sweat looks good on some people. 
-And how do you think she’ll react when she sees there are no hot models here?
-What do you mean? There are plenty. Those two specially would definetly catch her eye. - she points her head at the two reasons they both orchestrated this whole crap, who are currently taking a break after another failed attempt in the camera and instead flirting with each other. - Plus, the promise of a signed Ateez album would make her happy enough for the remaining day. 
Violeta arrives 20 minutes after the call, a bag of cold drinks in her hand. She’s wearing a crop top with a small hood that leaves her belly exposed, a pair of wavy shorts only the right amount of long to cover her ass cheeks and her long red hair pulled in a braid.
Chris and Olivia exchange a knowing glance. “It’s like she knows exactly what she’s supposed to do”
The younger girl walks up to them with a rather grumpy expresion, shoving the drinks towards them and complaining how crowded the damn Starbucks was. 
- Thank you, Leta.
-Where are the hotties? -straight to her point. Olivia chuckles inwardly and fakes a sad face.
-They left no long ago. They had a lot of work to do and couldn’t stay any longer. Sorry.
Violeta throws her a glare that says she doesn’t believe a single word, but Olivia doesn’t let her think too much. 
- Well, since you’re already here, could please be so kind to give the boys the drinks? They’re really tired and would love to have some. Thank you! - before Violeta can even protest, the older pushes her by the shoulders where the rest of members are, sitting around and talking. 
She goes anyway, huffing and wondering in her mind how couldn’t she have been born a single child. She’s so focused on her annoyed thoughts that she doesn’t notice she passes by the main photography station, where two certain boys are attempting to get into character again, until they see her..
Uknowing to the turmoil she just created, she greets the members politely and passes them the drinks. She takes note both Han and Minho are missing and a small part of her feels sad about it, but she brushes that feeling off quickly. She has no reasons to feel sad. Instead, she focus on whatever Felix is telling her about, since he’s the only one in the group with whom she can have a full converstation now. 
- By the way, this outfit looks great on you. How come I never see you with it? - the boy asks, twirling with a string of the hood and brushing his fingers on her neck ocassionally. She chuckled at the compliment.
-I mostly use it to work out, but you know, everything looks great on me. 
-Oh, I know that. - he wiggles his eyebrows in apreciation and she laughs, shoving him off softly. He laughs too and goes back to his skinship. Violeta notices he’s being more affectionate than usual and, while she’s used to it and doesn’t mind, she feels something iffy about it right now. 
Before she can think more, he suddenly cages her in his arms and hugs her tightly, burying his face in her neck and moving her from side to side. She’s caught off guard by the sudden display, even more when she feels his arms sneaking to her exposed waist. She looks around to check if anyone is seeing this, and what she ends up seeing cuts her breath short. 
There they are, right in front of her, posing for plenty of flashing cameras and looking absolutely gorgeous with those clothes. People are giving them instructions, praising them and making them change positions, but their eyes remain fixed on her. It’s the first time she sees this kind of stare from them, thrown at her. The world around her stops and silences, and there’s only those dark eyes piercing her soul in ways she can’t describe. There’s a mysterious glint in them, something intense and, if Violeta didn’t know better, she would describe it as territorial. They’re completely serious and focused, and she feels her legs becoming jelly. 
What’s going on? Why are they looking at her like that?? And why does she even feel like this???
By the time Felix stops hugging her, the eye contact is lost and she feels a bit out of place. Like her sould just went out of her body and returned. The boy’s sweet voice distracts her enough, but she can’t get it out of her mind. What the fuck was that? What just happened? She can’t even finds words to make it make sense in her head. Maybe she imagined it? Maybe it was just a short hallucination her mind created to mess up with her. Yeah. Sounds legit. 
While they both return with the others, she notices Han and Minho walking towards them, the same serious faces still on. 
They’re friends. They see each other often. She trusts them. It’s all good. 
(Why is she feeling this strong urge to run away as they aproach?)
Something I had in mind since @2chopsticks2eyes​‘s comment about that short scenario (she knows what I mean). @channieandhisgoonsquad​ you guys are free to add stuff or just give me opinions. Thank you.
@moonlightndaydreams (for context, Olivia is my OC for Bang Chan)
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erectedingold · 2 months
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Love is attention
To be loved is to be changed, that change can come from many things but the main thing is that that love comes from attention.
With getting into a relationship there's a lot I knew and didn't know and had to learn, for example kissing, my partner currently is the only person I've kissed. This isn't about that but I thought it would be a funny example to share.
My main point for what I'm thinking about though is that love is attention, what I mean by that is love is an understanding that you have for the things around you whether that be in a partner, family, hobby or whatever it is.
In the move "Lady Bird" love being attention is the main theme, lady bird HATES living in Sacramento and writes about it, while she's in school in the office the lady says "I think you love Sacramento" (not exact but you get it) and Lady Bird is stunned by this, how could she love Sacramento? the place she's expressed so much hate for, well in her letter she's shown so much attention to detail about Sacramento that it comes off as love. Not that this applies to everything but I think Greta Gerwig's point in this was that that hate was more of a bittersweet type of love with the place she grew up in. I hate the town I live in but I do think I'll have my Lady Bird moment of looking back and all that hate turns into a bittersweet memory as this is the place that I was built into who I am.
That's where this idea came to me and it's been one I've been thinking about since watching it while I was sick at 4 AM and then watching it once more with my girlfriend.
I was thinking about how love is attention. At the start of our relationship and I'm sure at the start of literally everyone else's, I could just see what she told me and what I knew about her based off physical appearance and friends and spam Instagram posts. There was this girl with bangs, dyed red stripe in her hair, a gap in her teeth that I LOVE, a nose ring that looks amazing on her, and a slit in her eye brow that I adore, with a flavored vape sitting in her car ready to go to Barnes and Noble.
That's all I knew about her.
And I remember the first time me and her actually hung out. I remember how little we knew about each other. I look back at it now and see how the love we've shown each other has changed us so very much and it makes me happy
For my examples that got me thinking about this more after thinking about Lady Bird is, I know what she likes and doesn't like, now this is obvious to most but it drives that point to me that love is attention, She like pink tulips, her favorite pre made coffee that I can get at Market Basket is the Starbucks Vanilla one that she likes to leave in the freeze for about 2 hours so that it's freezing and gets a little icy when she drinks it, she likes nerd gummy clusters but only the very berry ones, and doesn't like the cold cookies when we go get crumbl cookie. There's more but those are the ones that come to the top of my head. These are things I've picked up or that she's told me and I feel so happy when I hear those things because it makes me love her even more, it gives her character and makes her, her. I love that she doesn't like a cold cookie from crumbl, I like that she wants her coffee in the freezer for 2 hours before she drinks it, and I like that I know these things, it makes me feel that much closer to her and the love grows a ton. I'm sure she loves that I know these things about her as well because I know for her love is attention and with attention you gain understanding which I guess is my point of what I'm trying to say.
I've been changed because of her in so many ways that I don't want to list publicly and only keep it between me and her as it makes it special to me but through our time of knowing each other we've molded each other in ways of being able to understand each other. I'll list one though that I don't mind saying, when I'm sad or anything she'll check my public notion or Tumblr to see if I posted anything on there and the fact she does that and KNOWS that these are the places I go when I'm sometimes not feeling the best makes me happy and feel seen. That's what everyone wants, to just feel seen and hear.
That was something I didn't really understand for a bit to be honest. There's been a time where she's told me "When you do this" or "When that happens" it doesn't make me feel good, and when I think about those specific things I get why to be honest because I'm not making her feel seen or heard! (Obviously the second she tells me and the second we tell each other something like that we work on it together :3 )
but with the ending to my big ass rant is that I'm happy I've been molded to understand what my girl likes and dislikes and that I can pick up on little things in body language or tone or whatever to understand her better and that she does the same for me as well.
Love is attention and to pay attention means to be changed in some ways and I think it's beautiful whether it be the smallest thing or the biggest thing any change for someone or attention and time you give someone I see as a form of care, especially when it's in a relationship as it feels more like love to me.
Thank you for reading
- EIG
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