#bunnie's coffeehouse

[coffeepilled]

chapter 509 was everything i needed lol

ame getting canada to help hide all his copyrights that are gonna go into public domain on new year’s before iggy can make bad B horror movies out of the IPs. this is the type of topical stuff i love to see, i love you hima.

#peep the steamboat willie lol #hetalia #aph america #aph canada #aph england #bunnie's coffeehouse #i just google translated for myself but i think whatever it gave me was pretty accurate #gotta admit i let out a big laugh at work

[audaciousacolyte]

Hi lovely! First of all before I request.. How are you? How have you been? And also, I seriously enjoy your writings, keep up with the good work and ignore all the haters! They're not worth your precious time.

As for the request, could I pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee request Oswald the lucky Rabbit, Bendy and Cuphead x female reader? Like, how would they be as boyfriend or husband head canons. I hope it's not too much darling! Take all the time you need!

Have fun and have a lovely day/night/morning/evening!! <33

♡ My own Mr. Loverman ♡

Oswald the lucky Rabbit, Bendy and Cuphead x reader romantic partner headcanons (separate)

AN: 《|| Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I'm doing quite well, but I have been busy trying to figure out what exactly I should write. I'm relieved that you enjoy my silly rambling, and I will gladly bring you more in the future!!! However, I'm terribly sorry that I don't post too often. Please be patient with me ;w; ||》

(Boyfriend/husband headcanons)

Cuphead

♡| Cuphead is not exactly what Someone would call boyfriend material…at first.

♡| He's brash, arrogant, and quite literally has zero self control.

♡| However, the thing that makes him boyfriend material is that while it might not seem like it, he's actually a really sensitive guy.

♡| Cups likes to hide behind bravado and anger, but underneath, he cares deeply about the people around him. He just…doesn't really know how to express that.

♡| By the time you are dating, he will definitely try to communicate this… kinda.

♡| (You had thought he was mad at you for the longest time, but no. He's just awful at communicating his emotions.)

☆| Nobody knows how he managed to land you as a partner, but Bendy theorizes that there may have been witchcraft involved. (Felix disagrees, but only because he thinks that you know something that everyone else doesn't…which like, he's not wrong??)

♡| When he does announce that y'all are dating, it's at the most random moment possible. No context, no elaboration. Just.

♡| Y'all are dating now. 🤷‍♀️

☆| (Boris nearly had a heart attack when he first said it, because he genuinely did not expect it. However this was not as bad as when Mugs demanded that he was to be Cups' best man at the wedding.)

♡| Very spontaneous. I would expect a lot of last minute dates to places neither of you have been before.

☆| (Bro once took you to a monster truck rally for your anniversary. He said it "seemed cooler than I thought it would be", when you asked him about it)

♡| He is not only one of the most loyal men on the planet, but he's also incredibly attentive! Any attention you want is given to you, and Cups is more than happy to cuddle up with you any time of the day.

♡| Casually (cough cough he's so nervous please help cough cough) proposes during your 4 year anniversary with a genuine diamond ring. Literally cries when you say yes.

Bendy

♡| The best boyfriend ever. Send Post.

♡| I'm serious though, Bendy is the sweetest boyfriend to have.

♡| Having a bad day? He'll make sure that you get whatever you need to unwind and feel better.

♡| Want to spend some time together? Of course! He'll go set up a movie for the two of you to watch

♡| Can't open something? Don't worry, honey, he can open it for you (♡♡♡swoon♡♡♡)

♡| Whatever comes, through sickness and in health, Bendy will stay by your side for as long as you allow him to.

♡| Can, will and has done everything in his power to give you everything he thinks that you deserve in a partner. Anything you want, you are going to get it.

♡| (The day he proposes is also the day that Boris got tired of listening to his brother gush about you at 4 in the morning and forced him to go get married or he'd tell Felix their tragic backstory (read, he'd tell Felix to sign the damn adoption papers already))

Oswald the lucky Rabbit

♡| When he does propose, it's at a mega-fancy restaurant, and with an intricately carved golden ring. He won't cry when you say yes, but he gets REAL close.

♡| Whether you realize it or not, the two of you have practically been married for like, ever.

♡| Ever since y'all met, you act just like a married couple with how domestic y'all are with each other.

♡| Love at first sight? Nah, MARRIAGE at first sight

♡| Oswald does not notice this at all. He considers you his best friend, and he (loves you) cares about you a lot, but c'mon guys! there is NO WAY he can be in love with you! He's already in love with Ortensia, you know,HIS WIFE?

♡| (Polyamory exists for a REASON Ozzie)

♡| Ortensia would actually be the one to sit him down and talk to him about it, because you and I KNOW that our poor, sweet, dumb bunny boy won't do anything about this.

◇| (Again, like I've said in Oz's general headcanons, she'll be happy if Oswald's happy and if Oswald wants to start a polycule because he's head over heels for his bestie, then she’s okay with it.)

♡| When he does ask you out, and y'all eventually start going steady, he is such a sweetheart. I am a firm believer in hopeless romantic Oswald, and I will die upon this hill.

♡| Any bit of affection is met with really loud purring, and foot thumping.

☆| (Did you know that rabbits can purr? Yeah, neither did I.)

♡♡♡| He and Ortensia team up and propose to you at the same time with matching silver rings, each with their name carved on the inside. They both tackle-hug you to the ground when you say yes

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #inky inquiries #cuphead x reader #bendy x reader #oswald the lucky rabbit x reader #lucky bunny #coffeehouse cups #requested #lovely words

[gimmethatagustd]

venor (2) | kth + jjk

The barista at the university's café keeps telling Jungkook not to come back, but Jungkook is too busy daydreaming about kissing the beauty marks on his face to be paying attention to his warnings.

○ Pairing: Tiger!Taehyung x Bunny!Jungkook

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Hybrids, predator/prey, college au, strangers to lovers, slow burn, fluff, light angst, eventual smut

○ Word Count: 4,364

○ Warnings: None

○ Notes: I miss hanging out at coffee shops pretending to do my homework in college, honestly. Take me back.

○ Post Date: February 11, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Cross-Post

○ What was Jai listening to? The series playlist

The start of the semester is a disaster, to say the least. Jungkook quickly realizes he didn’t pay enough attention to Yoongi’s campus tour. 

Despite the seemingly clear distinction between the two halves of campus, Jungkook gets lost. On his first day, he accidentally shows up to the wrong class. Not only is it embarrassing that he sits down in a psychology class when he’s supposed to be in a computer science class but it’s also a predator class. 

Jungkook has never felt his face burn as hotly as it does when he leaves the classroom – which takes entirely too long since he chose to sit at the front of the room. He grips his backpack by the straps and holds his head high despite his pinkening cheeks.

It doesn’t help that a rumble of dark chuckles, snickers, and a few whistles follow him out the door. In his periphery, Jungkook thinks he spots one of the predators that had been in the group with the tiger hybrid. It’s the wolf who commented on showing Jungkook around – which, apparently, had something to do with his knot. 

(Jungkook looked up knots on the internet later that night and was, to put it simply, scandalized.) 

Jungkook flings the classroom door open and slips out of the classroom, but not fast enough to have missed the wolf. He shoves his tongue against the inside of his cheek and makes an obscene gesture with his fist. 

Lovely. 

The thing about Jeon Jungkook is that he has never let anything stop him. No amount of inappropriate comments or intimidation tactics will prevent him from having a fulfilling college experience. Predators be damned! 

Once Jungkook memorizes his class routes, the next step is to establish a routine. This is an essential part of college life, considering Jungkook has a habit of getting a bit… off track. It’s only been a few weeks, and Yoongi has already commented on what he has dubbed Jungkook’s “loading face” that pops up whenever he gets lost in thought. Jungkook thinks Yoongi is being playful and not mean when he calls it that, but he can’t be entirely sure.

Still, Jungkook understands this aspect of his personality, so he’s very pleased with himself when he finally figures out what to do with the random gap of time in his daily schedule in the afternoons between his last class of the day and the start of his shift working at the campus library. 

-

Across the street from the east side of campus is a little coffeehouse called Venor Cafe. Jungkook, never being one to study languages, doesn’t think much of the establishment’s name as he stops at the chalkboard A-frame sign on the sidewalk outside the cafe’s front door. The large, bubbly handwriting advertising discounted flavored drinks for college students catches Jungkook’s eye. He’s a broke college kid living far from home, and he hasn’t eaten lunch yet – he might as well take advantage of what little rewards his student ID can get him. 

The shop isn’t one that Yoongi included in his list of restaurants for Jungkook to try, but Jungkook remembers Yoongi mentioning wanting to cut back on his coffee intake. Perhaps that’s why the nearby coffeehouse isn’t on the list. 

The bell hanging above the front door chimes when Jungkook slowly opens the door and slips through. It’s dimly lit inside the cafe, with most of the light coming from the large front windows facing the street. It takes a few seconds for Jungkook’s eyes to adjust after being in the summer sun. The air conditioning is welcomed, as is the array of mouthwatering aromas that greet Jungkook as he ventures further into the building. Something about the rich smell of ground coffee beans and sharp spices like nutmeg and chai makes Jungkook’s skin tingle. 

Wooden tables with colorful, mismatched chairs are placed throughout the cafe. A large couch and a few well-worn leather armchairs crowd around a glass coffee table in the corner of the room near the register. Jungkook sits at a table by the front door to look out of the large windows and people-watch. 

Removing his backpack, Jungkook places it on the empty chair opposite his seat and pulls it closer to him for easier access. The metal scrapes against the concrete floor, making Jungkook cringe.

It’s strangely quiet in the cafe. Chill lo-fi music plays from the overhead speakers, but it’s quiet enough that Jungkook almost doesn’t notice it. Somewhere in a back room, he can pick up on dishes clattering in a sink and the murmur of voices, and there’s the hum of machines behind the front counter. 

Surprisingly, the cafe is nearly empty. There’s no one at the counter, and Jungkook spots only one other occupied table toward the back of the cafe where what looks like three college students sit, hunched over laptops. Maybe it’s dead in the cafe because other students are still in class. 

Since there’s still no sign of any employees, Jungkook ignores the rumbling in his stomach and pulls out a tablet and stylus. He uses a napkin to brush off the little crumbs on the table and gets to work on his latest project. It’s a comic, less Marvel and more BL manhwa webtoon, and nothing he plans to show the world. Drawing is a creative outlet for Jungkook when he’s tired of writing code all day. Sometimes, he comes up with a story to tell, but he usually just likes taking little scenes from his everyday life and adding something to them that makes the world feel a bit more exciting and much less ordinary. 

A part of Jungkook wishes he’d decided to attend a university for graphic arts rather than computer science. Unfortunately, the promise of a high-paying, stable job and his pushy parents makes him stick with the path he has paved for himself. 

The sudden harsh sound of a coffee grinder startles Jungkook, forcing his gaze from his half-finished drawing to the cafe’s long counter. From this angle, Jungkook has to look over a glass case displaying various baked goods to see the employee behind the counter, who is now adding to the noise by brandishing a whirring frother. All Jungkook catches a glimpse of is a puff of coppery curls, but that, paired with the sudden earthy scent of summer rain, is enough to make Jungkook jump from his seat. 

Jungkook has to say something cool. In the few steps it takes to approach the register, Jungkook has gone through about seven hundred options. He reminds himself that this is a totally normal scenario. He’s just a guy at a cafe to get a sandwich and a latte. The barista is just a guy working part-time to get through college. That’s it. There’s no reason for Jungkook’s hands to be clammy or for his heart to stutter as he leans against the counter, wide eyes tracking the tiger prowling on the opposite side. 

Taehyung.

The barista is close enough for Jungkook to read his nametag, close enough for Jungkook to see the little beauty marks dotting his face like constellations or little flecks of chocolate on caramel skin. Sweet. 

“Hi–” 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Um…” Jungkook resists the urge to shrink away from the counter, the harshness of the barista’s question digging into his flesh like sharpened talons. “Coffee?” 

So uncool. 

Taehyung’s striped tiger ears lay flat, disappearing into his curls, and his sharp eyes flit toward the group of people sitting in the corner of the cafe.

He looks so much bigger now than he had before. Maybe the apron he wears accentuates his proportions, showing off how broad his shoulders are and how prominent his chest is. Jungkook can’t help but follow his body, taking note of the raised veins of his forearms and his large hands compared to the coffee mug he holds between them. There’s an elastic hair tie around his wrist. Jungkook imagines what it would be like to play with his curls and tie them back out of his pretty face. 

“You’re new, right?” Taehyung asks, pulling Jungkook out of his stupor. His voice is rich and deep, like the chocolate mocha Jungkook is considering ordering. 

“Oh, you remember me.” 

They slip out, words meant to remain a thought but escaped before Jungkook could stop them. He feels his face grow hot, but the little smirk that tugs at Taehyung’s lips makes his stomach flip. 

“Of course I do.” Taehyung sets down the ceramic mug, now dry from him rubbing it down with a clean cloth. With his palms flat on the counter, Taehyung leans forward. “Couldn’t forget a pretty little bunny like you, could I?” 

No one has ever spoken to Jungkook with such blatant flirtation before. At least, Jungkook thinks Taehyung is flirting with him. There’s already a little imaginary Yoongi on his shoulder telling him that Taehyung is a predator who is more likely hunting than he is flirting, but Jungkook would rather watch Taeyung’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip than pay attention to what the Yoongi in his subconscious is saying. 

“Thank you?” Jungkook asks with a little scrunch of his nose, an expression that accentuates his front teeth. “I think?” 

Taehyung’s gaze drops to the counter as he laughs lowly with a slow shake of his head. 

“Here’s the thing, bun,” Taehyung’s fingers tap against the marble counter in tune with the music overhead. Jungkook can’t help but admire how long and pretty they are. “You can’t be here.”

Jungkook is so caught up in the new nickname that he almost forgets to ask, “Wait, why?” 

“You’re on the east side. Predators only.” Everything about Taehyung’s presence is intimidating as he utters those simple words, but Jungkook can’t find it in him to be afraid, even as a chill creeps down his spine. “And judging by those floppy ears and little cotton-ball tail, I’d take it you don’t belong over here.”

The bell above the front door rings, interrupting Jungkook’s response. It’s for the best; Jungkook isn’t even sure how he would have responded to such an embarrassing read. All he can think about is how Taehyung managed to notice his tail, which he thought was hidden by his baggy t-shirt. The floppy bunny ears are inescapable, unfortunately. They’re smaller than other rabbit hybrids but still there, with black fur that doesn’t quite blend in well with his hair. 

Two snake hybrids get in line behind Jungkook. He doesn’t look at them, even though his curiosity makes him want to. They’re whispering to each other with words that slip around Jungkook’s eardrums. They’re whispering about him. 

With a sigh, Taehyung straightens his posture. He drapes the rag over one shoulder and gives Jungkook a stony expression. 

“Please leave.” 

“What?” Jungkook’s eyebrows lift into his bangs. “I haven’t even ordered my coffee yet!” 

Taehyung’s jaw flexes as he hollows his cheeks, gaze sliding from Jungkook’s face to the snake hybrids behind him. 

“You’re taking it to-go. What do you want?” 

“What do you recommend?”

“I don’t drink coffee.” 

“Then why–” Jungkook presses his lips together and tries not to laugh at the desperate look on Taehyung’s face. “Never mind, just an iced mocha latte, please. And one of those.” Jungkook points to the sandwich he wants. 

After paying, Jungkook steps to the side to let the snake hybrids order. By this point, another employee appears from the back room. He’s a panther hybrid with a silky-looking tail and rounded ears. His pale eyes lock on Jungkook, and his lips curl into a scowl when Jungkook smiles. The poor guy clearly woke up on the wrong side of the bed. 

The panther takes over the register so Taehyung can finish making Jungkook’s order. When Taehyung hands Jungkook his drink and sandwich, his fingers brush against Jungkook’s palm. The touch leaves Jungkook’s entire arm tingling long after he’s packed up his backpack and left the cafe to head toward the library. 

Sure, it wasn’t an ideal first meeting with Taehyung. Jungkook even forgot to tell Taehyung his name! But now Jungkook knows there’s the possibility they’ll cross paths again, especially since Venor Cafe’s food is pretty good, and it’s only a short walk from the library. Maybe this little cafe can be part of Jungkook’s routine, too.

-

Later that night, after an uneventful shift at the library, Jungkook still buzzes from the high of seeing his mystery tiger hybrid for the second time. It’s almost too much for his little body to contain, and he struggles to keep his cool when Yoongi eventually gets home from his part-time job at a local record store. 

“Jungkook,” Yoongi sighs with his head in his hands, “I specifically told you not to go over there.” 

“Yeah, but it was fine.” Jungkook slurps more noodles, unintentionally spraying little droplets of broth on the kitchen table. It’s an instant ramen kind of night. Luckily, Yoongi is a decent cook, so he added shrimp and fresh vegetables to the broth to “elevate it,” in his words. 

“You said people were gossiping about you at the cafe! How is that fine?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Maybe they’ve never interacted much with prey either. You never know.”

Yoongi gives Jungkook a deadpan expression. “You’re being too naive.” 

Maybe Jungkook is naive, but he prefers that over pessimism. Life is too short to be worried so much. Yoongi already acts like an old man. 

Yoongi pushes his empty bowl away and opens his laptop again. Bulky headphones wrap around his neck and rest on his collarbones. The headphones are designed to fit his ears much better than any headphones Jungkook has used. Jungkook can hear some type of electronic music beeping and thrumming from them—the life of a music major. Jungkook doesn’t understand it, but he respects it. 

Until transferring to his new university, Jungkook had never been the type to stay up late. It seems that little parts of Yoongi’s personality are rubbing off on Jungkook because he has found himself working on assignments well into the night to keep Yoongi company while he works on his music. 

After a few minutes of silence, with only the sound of the two men clicking around on their laptops echoing through the quiet kitchen, Jungkook finally lets out the little secret he was hiding when he relayed his earlier cafe adventures to Yoongi. 

“I saw the pretty tiger again.” 

Yoongi groans loudly, pulling his headphones off again. He gives Jungkook another judgemental look that does nothing to curb the giddiness stirring in Jungkook’s chest. 

“You need to stop.” 

“Why?” Jungkook whines. Moving his laptop, he folds his arms on the table and rests his head on them. “He’s so pretty, hyung. He’s got these sharp eyes that dip a little in the corners. When he smiles, his mouth makes this, like, rectangle shape that may sound weird, but it’s so cute in person and, like, not at all scary. Well, he is kind of scary, but not in a bad way. It’s actually kind of hot. And he smells so good–” 

“Jungkook!” Yoongi presses his palms to his cheeks and stares at Jungkook with a look that borders on horrified. “This never works, okay? Predators and prey aren’t meant to go together; we’re literally hardwired to avoid them. They’re gross, disrespectful, and aggressive. They let their animal sides totally control them. He was probably trying to come onto you!” 

With a roll of his eyes, Jungkook huffs. “Taehyung is nice. I can feel it. Besides, I could kick a predator’s ass if I needed to. I do kickboxing, remember?” 

Yoongi ignores the kickboxing part, commenting, “Oh, so you’re on a first-name basis with a tiger now?”

Jungkook’s cheeks heat up, and he responds a bit too quickly. 

“Yes!” 

Sort of. 

Yoongi doesn’t need to know the details about that.

“Whatever, I warned you. Don’t come crying to me when he turns out to be a douchebag,” Yoongi grumbles and refocuses on his laptop. 

It’s a discouraging conversation, but Jungkook doesn’t let Yoongi’s grumpiness dissuade him. He has seen a predator-prey relationship work out; at least, so far, it has. There’s a girl in one of his classes, a mouse hybrid with the cutest ears that twitch whenever someone makes a loud noise and a flighty but sweet personality. Jungkook knows for a fact that she’s dating a fox hybrid; he saw the two of them holding hands in the library– the only place on campus that isn’t separated by hybrid type. They are adorable. The way her boyfriend looks at her is with love, not intimidation. 

Other students whisper about them, primarily predators who disapprove of their relationship, but it doesn’t seem like the couple cares about what others have to say. 

Jungkook doesn’t care, either. Maybe he’s getting ahead of himself, considering Taehyung doesn’t even know his name, but he’s determined to befriend the tiger, at least. Something about him makes it difficult for Jungkook to let him go. 

Undeterred, Jungkook spends the rest of the night finishing assignments that aren’t even due yet; that way, he knows he has time to kill tomorrow before his work shift. He’ll go back to Venor Cafe and properly introduce himself to Taehyung. He’ll prove that he’s more than the stereotypes about prey. He’s accepting of all people and unafraid to make friends with people who aren’t like him.

-

Jungkook’s chance to improve Taehyung’s first impression of him comes sooner than expected and in an unlikely place. 

On Tuesdays and Thursdays, Jungkook’s last class of the day is a random elective he chose because he had the room to add a fun class to his schedule. It’s an Art History class, specifically one that focuses on ancient Egyptian art and mythology. As someone who appreciates art and dabbles in it, Jungkook enjoys the class, even though he’s one of the few third-year students out of a lecture hall of primarily first-years. Stuff like that has never bothered him; Jungkook just likes to learn. He doesn’t care if people think he’s weird for being older or for choosing a course that has nothing to do with his major studies. 

As is the case with all his classes, Jungkook likes to sit at the front of the lecture hall. It’s a little life hack since he’s self-aware enough to know that paying attention can be difficult. The closer he is to the professor and the learning materials, the easier it is to focus. If he sits in the back, there will be too many other things to distract him. 

Unfortunately, today, Jungkook is late. 

His previous computer science class ends late, and Jungkook has to sprint across campus to get to the Humanities building. With the weather still clinging to the summer heat, Jungkook gives himself a moment to stand outside the classroom doors to catch his breath and hopefully let his sweat dry. The only thing more embarrassing than showing up to class late is showing up sweaty and panting. 

Flapping his t-shirt to get some circulation, Jungkook takes a deep breath, adjusts his backpack, and slips into the lecture hall as quietly as possible. He doesn’t bother being strategic about where he sits; there’s no way he’s going to draw further attention to himself by walking to the front of the room. 

He drops into the first empty seat at the end of the last row. It’s far from ideal, but only a few students turn their heads to look at him, so Jungkook takes it as a small victory. 

Taking out a notebook and pen, Jungkook tries to figure out where the class is at in the lecture. He didn’t miss much, but it’s hard for him to catch up when the adrenaline of needing to sprint to class is still flowing through his veins. 

What makes it worse is that only a few minutes after he calms down, the door to the lecture hall opens again. Another late student with few seating options, it’s no surprise that they take the seat next to Jungkook. 

What is surprising is that the person is a certain fluffy-haired barista. 

More heads turn this time, and a few whispers create a quiet buzz throughout the room. The professor continues the lesson on hieroglyphics – the part of the course that Jungkook is the most excited to learn about – but Jungkook hardly notices. All he can do is stare at Taehyung. 

He wants to say something, but they’re in the middle of class, and Jungkook has no idea what he would say.

Hello? Why are you in a class for prey students? Why are you here when school started three weeks ago? Why is your profile so pretty? Did God personally sculpt the slope of your nose and the pout of your bottom lip? Are there little beauty marks scattered all over your body or just on your face? 

Taking a deep breath, Jungkook tries to force out the delusion in his brain and focus on the ancient symbols the professor shows on the screen. He’s being weird; he doesn’t even know Taehyung. He’s fawning over the first predator he’s ever spoken to, and it’s weird. 

Jungkook needs to be normal about this. 

Except, he can’t. 

He’s just so intrigued by Taehyung. Yoongi’s scolding replays in the back of Jungkook’s mind, but he can’t see what the big deal is. Taehyung is just like all the prey hybrids in the room. He takes notes in a leather-bound notebook as though he’s always been in this class. When he isn’t writing, he brings his pencil to his mouth and gently bites on the eraser with his front teeth. It should be gross, but Jungkook finds it endearing. Here is this big, intimidating predator nibbling on the end of his pencil and practicing writing his name in hieroglyphs. 

If Taehyung notices Jungkook staring at him, he doesn’t show it. His eyes never stray from the front of the room unless he’s looking down to take notes. He sits slightly slumped in his seat, with his thighs spread as far as they can. He’s too big for the furniture and is clearly uncomfortable, Jungkook realizes. Prey are typically much smaller. Even Jungkook, who works out religiously, is smaller than Taehyung. Something about it makes Jungkook’s stomach feel weird. 

“Jungkook?” 

Blinking away the blur of his vision, Jungkook looks up at the mouse hybrid with the fox boyfriend, Suyun. She gives Jungkook a puzzled look, ears wiggling and nose scrunched the way Jungkook’s nose often does. Suyun is the only other third-year student in the class, so Jungkook usually sits with her… when he’s on time. 

“Yeah?”

“Class is over… I thought maybe I could go over my notes from the first part of the lecture with you since you missed it.” 

“Oh, um, yes, please!” Jungkook shoves his stuff into his backpack and stands up, twisting around to see that Taehyung is already gone. How had Jungkook blanked for half the lecture? 

“Want to go to the library?” 

Suyun leads the way out of the lecture hall. As they pass through the doors, Jungkook realizes that Taehyung is speaking with the professor at the front of the room. For a moment, Taehyung’s gaze meets Jungkook’s, but Suyun quickly ushers Jungkook into the hall. 

“Do you know that student? The tiger hybrid?” Jungkook asks as they leave the Humanities building and walk to the library. 

Suyun shakes her head. “Do you think I know all the predators just because I’m dating Jackson?” 

It’s a teasing question, but Jungkook ducks his head in shame. He shouldn’t have made the assumption. 

“Sorry, that was silly.” 

“It’s okay. I actually assumed the two of you were friends or something,” Suyun says with a shrug. She carries her things in a tote bag that is half her size. It swings dangerously when she rounds a corner. 

“Really?” 

“Yeah, he kept looking at you like he knew you,” Suyun explains, though Jungkook doesn’t understand what she means. “Wanna get a study room so we won’t have to deal with all the noisy predators?” 

Jungkook nods and follows along with Suyun’s plans, too busy mulling over her words to help them plan their study session. He supposes he won’t have time to go to the cafe before his shift, but maybe that’s for the best. It might be weird to see Taehyung three times in less than twenty-four hours, even though the second time wasn’t Jungkook’s fault. 

“Are predators even allowed to take prey classes?” Jungkook asks as Suyun leads him up the library stairs. 

She takes a moment to think, letting out a soft hum. The study rooms are on the second floor, away from the chaos of the library’s main level, where the predators tend to hang out. They pick one of the smaller rooms since it’s just the two of them, equipped with a single table and a few chairs, plus a whiteboard mounted on the wall. 

“They can, but I'm pretty sure it’s only for special circumstances. Like, if they really need the class and it’s only offered at a certain time or they’re trying to graduate early. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it happen, though.” 

Jungkook sits down beside Suyun at the table and waits patiently for her to get out her notebook. He wonders what’s so important about Art History that Taehyung must take it with a bunch of prey. 

“Do you think it’s awkward? Being the only predator in a class?” Jungkook wonders aloud. The question makes Suyun laugh. 

“Nah, they’re all so self-assured. That guy’s probably loving the attention he’s getting from it. Everyone was talking about him after class.” 

Something akin to jealousy flares in Jungkook’s chest, but he does his best to stamp it down. What does he have to feel jealous about? 

“Yeah, probably,” Jungkook agrees half-heartedly. 

Suyun gives him a strange look but doesn’t push the conversation further, which Jungkook is grateful for. He’s not sure what he’s feeling anymore, but he knows his Tuesdays and Thursdays will be much more interesting now.

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Forever and a Day | Monster Boyfriend

Everyone around you always told you you were crazy…that you’d never accomplish much. Not that you ever tried to prove them wrong. You only let them believe what they wanted to believe. Their opinion didn’t matter, because you weren’t crazy, and you could accomplish stuff that you thought was important.

It didn’t help your self-esteem though. It only got worse and worse with each comment. Well, until Kyna, a jackrabbit hybrid, appeared in your life. That’s when everything changed. That’s when your life turned around for the better.

He came into the coffeehouse you worked at one random day, and just like that…it was like a spark shot inside of you, blowing up in a million different fireworks. You fell quickly, but you never actually told him, appreciating his friendship far more than you cared about risking him not returning your feelings.

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You prepped the machine, already getting Kyna’s coffee ready for him before he came in. He ordered the same thing everyday: a tall coffee with three espresso shots, two pumps of vanilla, creamer and four tablespoons of sugar. He brought his own cinnamon, despite you saying that you had some you could add, but he’d only wave his hand in the air, add it and say something along the lines of ‘it’s different when you do it yourself’. You’d only laugh and take your fifteen minute break to hang out with him, spending what time you could with him before he had to head into work.

It was like clockwork when he’d show up and when he’d leave. You admired his schedule, but you also admired that he always seemed to drop what he was doing if you wanted to hang out. He seemed to live for you…and that in itself gave you something to live for in return.

Today was no different, you perked up when you heard the bell attached to the door ring and you watched as he walked in, large ears stood up on the top of his head like always, a chunky sweater swallowing his plush body whole as he donned his normal pair of cowboy boots and jeans. A walking representation of cozy country. You smiled when his eyes lit up at the sight of you and he rushed over, only to see you holding out his coffee. “You made it already?”

“You order the same thing, Bunny, kinda hard not to prep it.” Red tinged his tan cheeks at the nickname, something he used to hate being called, yet got soft on it whenever you said it, so it stuck pretty fast. “Don’t worry about paying either, I already put the money in the register.”

He pouted a little, giving you a small look before sighing and nodding. “Right. I’ll accept it, but only because I know you’re too stubborn to let me pay you back.”

Your smile widened. “Glad you’ve learned, Bun’.”

You watched as he shot you a small look, grabbing the coffee from your hand before tugging out that container of cinnamon from his bag, adding just a bit to his coffee before stirring it and sipping it, the smile on his face making your heart soar. Your eyes softened as you looked up at him, glancing over at your co-worker before she simply gave you a nod and you quickly went around from behind the counter, following him to his normal table like a lost puppy, sitting with him and letting him take your hand, enjoying the warmth of his calloused fingers, the roughness of his skin scratching at your skin, but you hardly cared.

“So, we still on for movie night?” Kyna asked after a moment of silence. You nodded, not wasting a second.

“Duh, you should bring that snack mix you make sometimes. It’s great and it’d suit binging bad movies until we can’t handle it anymore.” He smiled, scrunching his nose at you before nodding, squeezing your hand.

“Anything for you,” he said. There was a beat of silence between you two, but he ended it, opening his mouth and asking, “You got anyone new in your life?”

You snort. “Me? Oh, no, you’d be the first person to know and even then, I’d probably be kidding myself.”

“Yea, but I want you to get out there more, you’re great, anyone would want to be friends with you,” he started, squeezing your hand again. “And hey, maybe you might find a date? It wouldn’t hurt to try.”

You shook your head. “Nah, not really looking for someone. Sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me.”

You were teasing, obviously, but he shook his head, smile faltering a little. “Never. You’re stuck with me and I’m stuck with you. Forever and always.”

“Forever and a day,” you mumble back, meaning it with your entire heart.

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Sitting down at a table, you scroll through your phone, a little smile on your face as you look through everything, only to jump when you feel a hand on your shoulder, your eyes snapping up, only to see Kyna there. “Oh, good, it’s just you.”

“‘It’s just you’? Ouch, hon, you’d think I’d get a better greeting, being your best friend and all.” You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, waving your hand in the air dismissively before standing and hugging him. “Missed you.”

“It’s been a day since we saw each other, Bunny.”

“A day too long,” He mumbled. You smiled at his words, squeezing him tighter. After a few seconds, you two parted and you both sat down, your phone’s screen facing the table as you put all of your focus on him. Though, that wasn’t anything unusual for you.

Kyna bit at his lip and reached out for your hand, gripping it as his thumb rubbed against your knuckles. Your eyes fell to your hand in his and you felt your cheeks heat up, taking the initiative to squeeze his hand. “You good, Bun’? You look a little nervous.”

He nodded, smiling over at you before squeezing your hand back. “I’m good. Work’s just been stressful recently.”

With a small pout, you nodded a little. “Sorry, Bunny.”

“You gotta stop doing that,” he said. “You keep apologizing for things that aren’t your fault.”

Your cheeks flushed further and you chuckled nervously. “Old habits die hard.”

“That habit should be sixty feet under,” he said. A smile appeared on your face, a wide, genuine one- one that made him smile too. “I’m serious, you need to stop apologizing for shit that isn’t your fault.”

“Yea, but then I wouldn’t see your ears flop like they do, or the way the space between your brow crinkles,” you said. Kyna’s smile widened, turning into a goofy, lopsided grin, making your smile widen, heart soaring at the sight. You bit down on the tip of your tongue, not hard enough to hurt, but just hard enough to suppress the laugh that wanted to leave.

You loved it when he got like that, all happy and carefree. It made him look younger…like he didn’t have as many worries as he did. And you loved it even more when you made him like that. It made you more happy than you could imagine, and despite it being impossible, every single time you got that reaction, you fell in love just a little bit more.

You blinked when Kyna snapped his fingers in front of your face, waving his hand afterwards. “You good, hon?”

With another blink, you nodded, getting out of your thoughts and waving your free hand in the air. “Yea, just thinking.”

“About?” He asked, smile still on his face.

“Don’t worry about it,” you responded, scrunching your nose at him. “It’s nothin’ bad, Bunny, promise.”

He seemed to relax at that, but you still felt the squeeze he gave your hand, calloused fingers digging into your skin a little tighter, a worried look in his eye. Your smile slightly faltered. “You alright?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just have this…look in your eye…I don’t know.” His grip got tighter and it was like the mood shifted ever-so-slightly. You were concerned, but he moved your hands, lifting it gently before intertwining his fingers with yours, a soft breath leaving him, his nose twitching. That when you knew something was up. “Kyna…what’s wrong? Don’t lie, your nose twitched.”

He sighed, lips pursing a little before he opened his mouth, then shut it almost immediately after. He shook his head. “Not right now, hon.”

“Later?” He nodded. You got the feeling he was telling the truth.

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You paid for the drinks and Kyna tossed down a tip before the two of you made your way out of the restaurant, his arm around your shoulders, your left hand lifted and holding onto his hand. “So, you gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

He huffed out a breath and glanced down at you. “You really don’t give up, do you?”

Meeting his eyes, you shot him a look. “You know me. Do I ever give up?”

Kyna smiled, shaking his head. “Nah, you don’t. One of the things I love about you.”

Your eyes widened slightly and his smile grew, a scoff leaving him as he pulled his arm back and nudged you. “You really couldn’t tell?”

“Tell what?” You asked, but you knew what he meant. You just wanted him to say it. You needed him to say it.

One of his brows raised and you grinned up at him, flush touching your cheeks when he tilted your head up when you two got to the curb of the sidewalk, your back against the streetlight before he leaned down and pressed his lips onto yours. Letting out a muffled sound, your eyes fluttered shut and you were quick to kiss him back, arms throwing themselves over his shoulders, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He loved you. He loved you. He loved you.

He knew you loved him too.

When you two parted, you slowly opened your eyes, smile on your lips as you caught your breath. He looked down at you, the same goofy grin on his face as he asked, lips brushing against yours, “You know what I’m talking about.”

Your smile grew and you kissed him again.

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You breathed out a huff, shoving the last box into the unfurnished living room, standing up straight and wiping your forehead free from the sweat that sat on it thanks to your adventure into moving. Kyna walked out to the living room, not looking any better as he lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face and you couldn’t help but stare at the pudge of his stomach, resisting the urge to grab at it and love on it. Your eyes fell to the way his sweats hung on his hips, catching some of his tail sitting on his back.

“Enjoying the show, love?” You heard him ask, snapping out of your mind before flushing and going back to the boxes. He snorted, walking over to you with a little hop and pressed a kiss to your head. “You’re not slick.”

“Shuddup,” you responded, burying your head against his chest when he pulled you into his arms, kissing your head again. “I just…”

“You just what?” Kyna asked teasingly.

“I like your body,” you muttered against his shirt. “It’s soft.”

His expression softened and he squeezed you. “I like your body too, love.”

He felt the smile you made against his body, squeezing you once more before letting go and lowering his hand to give you a little swat. “Let’s unpack.”

You shot him a shocked look, eyes wide and lips parted before running after him, letting him let out a yell and watching him hop into a run down the hall and up the stairs of your shared house, his laugh contagious as you ran after him, laughing at him as he traps himself in the bedroom, slamming the door shut.

God, you loved him.

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Walking into the house, you had a smile plastered on your face, nudging the door shut with your foot and calling out towards Kyna, knowing he was home from work already, “‘M home, Bunny!”

“Bedroom!” Kyna called in response and you nodded to yourself, setting the paper bag you got from the farmer’s market down, setting your keys beside it before shrugging out of your -his- hoodie. You tossed it on the couch and jogged down the hall and up the stairwell, slowing to a walk as you walked in your room, only to stop five steps in your and Kyna’s room, eyes wide and quickly welling with tears.

He was on one knee, holding a ring in his large hand, pinched between his thumb and pointer finger. His ears were straight up and he was wearing that sweater he knew you loved. He gave you a soft smile, moving on his other knee, holding the ring towards you, urging you to take it. “Marry me? Please?”

You felt tears run down your cheeks and you nodded, letting him slip the ring on your finger before wiping your tears, accepting your hug when you practically threw yourself onto him, smothering his face with kisses. You held onto him tightly, hands digging into his sweater, face buried in the crook of his neck as he held you silently, kissing your temple and letting you calm down.

You did, eventually, pulling away from him and grinning up at him, sniffling before kissing him again. “Love you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Love you more,” he teased, kissing you again, holding your left hand. “Now we can really be together forever.”

Your grin grew and you nodded. “...Forever and a day.”

Kyna beamed, tears pricking his own eyes as he nodded. “...Forever and a day, sweetheart…”

He hugged you again, squeezing you tightly, like he didn’t want to let go. Then again, neither did you, especially when he kissed your cheek and mumbled, “I can’t wait to love you for the rest of my life.”

That only made you start crying again. Something he immediately tried to stop, shushing you and wiping your tears, despite his own rolling down his cheeks as you two took in the moment. Completely in love and so, utterly ready to take on the rest of your lives together.

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You look through paint swatches, sighing and leaning against the couch, tossing them on the kitchen island and dropping your head in your hands. You felt hands on your shoulders, thumbs digging into your shoulders and easing out the tension as Kyna kissed your head. “Why don't you take a break, love?”

“We have nine months until our wedding, Bun’, I can’t.” You looked back up at him, relaxing nonetheless when you looked up at him. There was a beat of silence, but when you glanced back at the paint swatches, you sighed again. “...Maybe I should.”

He smiled, obviously proud of you before pulling you off of the stool and into his arms. “C’mon, we’re taking a nap.”

You leaned into his body, nodding with a small noise. “Please,” you said.

His thumbs rubbed your body gently and he kissed your nose, carrying you up into your room and laying in bed with you, letting you curl your body into his. “...I can’t believe we have less than a year until we’re married.”

Kyna hummed in agreement. “I know, love, it’s getting closer and closer. But, when we’re married, we’re taking that honeymoon and enjoying ourselves and then we’re gonna come back here and be a real, responsible married couple.”

You hummed back at him, eyes looking up at him. “I love you.”

He smiled at the confession, kissing your forehead, grabbing your hand as the other wrapped around your body. “I love you more.”

“I love you the most,” you responded, mumbling as your exhaustion came over you, forcing your eyes shut and your breathing to slow. Kyna squeezed your hand, smiling down at your sleeping form before tossing a leg over yours and falling asleep with you, pulling you closer to his body, feeling your hands sleepily grip his shirt.

God, he loved you so much.

Hours later, you woke up to him making dinner, a color scheme he knew you’d like laid out on the kitchen island, staring up at you when you looked at it. “You should’ve woken me up when you woke up.”

“You’ve been stressed with work and the wedding. I wanted you to get your sleep,” he said, glancing back at you. You gazed up at him, a soft, sleepy look on your face. “You look like you need more sleep.”

“I’m fine,” you said, shaking your head before walking over to him and wrapping your arms around him, kissing his back. “Thank you.”

“For?” Kyna asked, confused as to why you were suddenly thanking him.

“Just being you,” you said, kissing his back again. “I just…I love you so much…I’m really happy you love me back.”

He smiled softly, turning to face you, pulling you into his arms. “I couldn’t not love you, sweetheart, you’re my favorite person in the world.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that, looking up at him and resting your chin on his chest. “You mean that?”

“With all of my heart, love. I couldn’t imagine anyone else being my favorite person, the love of my life…my future spouse.” Your smile grew and he lowered his head down to kiss you. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you responded, looking up at him happily. “For forever and a day.”

His smile widened at that. “Good. Good. Because I’ll love you for forever and a day too.”

You knew he meant it.

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You rushed through the door, plastic bag covering your wedding outfit in hand and a grin on your face. You couldn’t wait to show Kyna. “I’m home, Bunny!”

There was no response. Which was odd, since he was home when you left, and you were only gone for twenty-five minutes to pick it up too.

Your brows furrowed and you set it down on the couch, setting your keys down in the bowl with his keys, walking around the house and checking each room, but Kyna was nowhere to be seen. Even weirder.

You looked out the window, confirming that his car was in the driveway, right beside yours. You turned around when you felt a hand touch you, jumping when you saw Kyna, watching him chuckle a little before giving you a small look. “You’re jumpy today, sweetheart. You good?”

“I couldn’t find you in the house. Like anywhere. I checked everywhere. Where were you?” You asked, trying to calm your heart, but when you saw the flash of fear in his eyes, and his nose twitched, you couldn’t calm your heart, not when you knew something was wrong. “Bunny?”

“...Love…hon…we…we need to talk,” he said softly, grabbing your hands. Fear flashed across your face and your mind started flooding with ‘what ifs’. He brought you to your bed and sat you down, tucking some hair behind your ear. “...You remember when we got together…when you asked if something was wrong?”

“That was almost three years ago, Bun-”

“I know…” he said. “...I…I never did actually tell you what was wrong.”

Your brows furrowed again. “...What?”

He squeezed your hands. “...Honey…I’m not…well…here…so to speak.”

“What?” You repeated. “What do you mean?”

“I’m not real, baby…” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Bunny- Kyna, this isn’t funny.”

“I’m not trying to be funny…” Kyna said, pulling you closer. “...Sweetheart…that day at the restaurant…I…I had an accident at work. Someone didn’t put something on right and…well…I got the brunt of it…”

You swallowed thickly, shaking your head, but the look on his face…how serious he was being. Your heart almost stopped, tears pricking your eyes. “But…but you’re here. You’re with me. We’re getting married in three months…!”

“And if I was here with you…we’d be doing that…but I’m not, honey. I haven’t been for a long time.” He was crying, shoulders shaking as his hands gripped your hands tightly.

You felt tears run down your cheeks soon after. You felt like your heart was torn out, especially when he went over to his nightstand, opening it, tugging out an open envelope, something you don’t remember seeing. He handed it to you and you shakily took it. You opened the flap and pulled out a card, a sob ripping from your lips when you saw it.

It was a funeral invitation, done up in Kyna’s favorite color and flower, saying the date was the week after you two got together. “...I don’t remember getting this.”

“You blocked out everything about it…and I mean everything…it was like it never even happened for you,” he explained softly, sitting back down beside you and touching your hand.

“...So you’re not here…?”

“...Not physically, no,” he answered. “But…I’m always gonna be with you, sweetheart. I did love you…I always have…from the day we met. But I was a chicken shit and never confessed.”

“...Until that day…”

“...Until that day,” he confirmed. He grabbed your chin and planted a small, chaste kiss on your lips. “I will always love you. I promise.”

“...For forever and a day…?” You ask. He gave you a wet smile, nodding.

“...For forever and a day.”

#this isn't getting a second part lol #original writing #writing #monster lover #monster x human #monsterfucker #monster fucker #monster romance #exophilia #gender neutral reader #gn reader #male monster #monster boy #human x monster #monster bf #monster #monster boyfriend #monster fucking #monster fudger #monster love #monster oc #monster x reader #monsters #tw monsterfucking #Kyna #angst #this will tear out your heart #x reader #teratophillia #terato

[iksvolforb]

About me: South Park Olympics

Name: Mae

Pronouns: She/Her

Favourite Characters (in order): Kyle Broflovski (I kin him on god), Craig Tucker, Wendy Testaburger, Kenny McCormick, Tweek Tweak, Stan Marsh, Butters/Marj Stotch

Favourite Ships: Style, Cryle (i'm obsessed), Creek, Stendy, Bunny, Stendyle (KylexStanxWendy), WendyxTolkien

Favourite Headcannons:

Kyle needs glasses but high-key hates wearing them

Kenny and Butters are best friends and both hardcore in denial about their feelings for each other

Kyle is captain of the basketball team (athletic KING)

Tolkien is the most unproblematic person you've ever met

Stan cries every time he gets a piercing (he has several)

Kyle and Kenny smoke together on the weekends

Kenny = SIMP

Kenny and Tweek are good friends - Kenny will come and hang out at Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse with Craig on the weekends so they can keep Tweek company

Wendy and Tolkien are dating in highschool and on god in the healthiest relationship you've ever seen - their equivalent of a fight is practically a conversation

Butters is a massive theatre kid and he is actually super good at it

AUs/Tropes I enjoy:

- SoT (this is my favourite one - i will go absolutely FERAL for anything SoT related, ESPECIALLY style. Like, HNG),

- Fake dating to lovers (Creek istg). I also have a Cryle Highschool au idea where Craig wants to make an ex jealous so he asks Kyle (the other out gay kid in the school) to fake date him and he reluctantly agrees but then ... 👀👀)

- Video game AUs (get creative with this one!! A favourite is Pokemon)

- I have an IT au in my head atm so feel free to ask me about it!

- others include secret lovers, oblivious best friends in love with each other, Highschool AUs, Band AUs,

Friendships I enjoy: Clyde and Craig, Jimmy and Clyde, Wendy and Kyle, Kenny and Kyle, Tweek and Kenny, Bebe and Butters

(I keep editing this I'm so sorry lmao)

#south park #stan marsh #craig tucker #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #south park olympics #sp olympics

[cwip]

Daemonicus (9)

Charios strolled inside the café with a bag of steaks and vegetable. Barbus had been less busy lately, but his habit of eating frozen sandwiches for a quick meal didn't stop. Charios's used to cooking porridge, but it could get hungry quickly. Maybe he would find a cookery book near Nouveau street to make something more filling.

He sat on a taboret and looked around.

The Nameless Café was emptier than its competitors at the weekend, at which the number of customers should have peaked. But this afternoon was out of his expectation: Not a single soul passed through the door beside him and Barbus.

Back when he was still delivering newspapers on Parasis Bay, he had passed through many coffeehouses looking the same, empty, dusty, wrapped in foliage like a break-up present. Ten days later, a big sign saying "For Rent" sat beside the entrance.

Even after taking a peek at the dossier that Barbus was working on, he still couldn't understand why he was always busy. If he didn't come back with two stacks of papers every night, whether it's about the funding of the squad, signing allowance papers for the most trivial things like freebies for landlords or just dodging gush of suggestions from Devola to crack some beer at a vegan taco street vendor, Charios would think he got himself into the list of missing cases without a doubt.

That's why this place wasn't in a good care. That's why he needed someone else to take care of it. That's why Barbus hadn't left him in the Bay to rot. He's just a robot, programmed to make the others' life better anyway.

A loud thud startled Charios. The robot turned to the staircase.

"Rats?"

That loud?

It couldn't be. Unless it's as big as a human. It sounded more like a stumble.

Charios kept a nonchalant face, the gears inside his joints winded up. He tip-toed upstairs, the cube materialized into the baton in his hand.

"Show yourself and I will not hurt you!"

No response.

"..."

Two steps away from the second floor, Charios took a deep breath. He's sure both Devola and Barbus weren't back yet, especially Devola since she lived in an apartment a few blocks away, and Barbus wouldn't dare to leave his workplace at four in the afternoon.

It seemed the time to show the lieutenant his gratitude had come.

Charios leaped onto the floor, raising his baton. A figure the right corner in the dark caught his eyes. A lady was hugging on the wall, her glowing red eyes glued on him as they trembled. Her hands held a frying pan over her head.

Just like how Barbus described.

"W—" Charios dilated his eyes. "WAIT—!"

BONK!

[ o ]

"But he didn't say anything!" The girl whined. The bunny ears on top of her head curled down.

Barbus sat on the sofa with Charios. The black pixels on the robot's face flickered in and out. "Always have visual info before anything else, Vis. Besides..." He squinted and held up the fedora, bent like a frozen dough raising its crusts from both sides, "How hard did you hit him?"

"... Light enough..." Vis averted her eyes, "I-I think!"

Barbus squinted. "This certainly will leave a good impression. You're lucky he's made out of metal."

"B-But I really didn't mean to!" Vis waddled off.

Barbus stood up. "Speaking of impression, how is your study at Mossoriana?"

Vis was brewing a cup of Coffee for Barbus but she paused. A bead of sweat ran down her cheek. She slowly turned to Barbus with an uneven smile.

"I-It's going great!"

"That's quite a smile." Barbus crossed his arms.

"What do you mean?"

"I won't be mad, Vis. Just say it."

"W-Why are you asking me like I got an F in the Aura theory exam because I spent all my time helping Ruby so Mr. Drago gave me all the moderator's work for five weeks as a reward for my kindness?"

"Look," Barbus squinted, "I don't care if you have bad grades, bad friends or bad reputation. They don't matter. All I need from you is the ability to handle a fight by yourself. Self-defense, that's it. Don't expect me to drag my legs to you and babysit all day. You're turning eighteen in two months."

His stern tone silenced Vis. A blank expression stuck on her face before she gave him another, but vague, smile. "Okay, dad."

Barbus sighed. "I'm not your dad..."

"But it's cute!" Vis' smile beamed at full force.

"... What's cute?" Charios opened his eyes and sat up, grunting.

Vis flinched. "It's alive!"

"Charios, your head is..." Barbus' voice trailed off.

"Huh?" Charios rubbed the new dent. "... No worries, Lieutenant. I'm already used to it."

"H-Hello!" Vis waved at him.

Charios turned over, deadpan, which made her face pale. Vis gulped and bowed at him. "I'm really sorry! I'm so sorry! Please don't hit me! My head's not tough like yours!"

"I know, Ma'am. Don't worry." The robot got off the couch and turned to the grandfather clock.

"M-Ma'am?!" Vis dilated her eyes and turned to Barbus, pointing at Charios, "Barbus, he called me a ma'am! Am I a noble?!"

"No." Barbus walked inside the kitchen.

"... Oh..."

"Lieutenant, I'm making porridge tonight." Charios scanned around the seating room.

"Why?" Barbus' voice muffled from the kitchen.

"I suggest you ask yourself, Lieutenant."

Meanwhile, Vis watched the two talking curiously.

"Thank you. I put the ingredients in the fridge... Also, I need you to do something."

"Yes?"

#urban fantasy #psychological thriller #original work #original story #original writing

[rainbowbarnacle]

Good Things:

🍂 fall is nearer fall is nearer fall is nearer fall is nearer 🍂

IT'S SQUIDTEMBER LET'S GOOOOOOOO

☕ COFFEE ☕

I have paid all my bills and done all my paperwork.

My fridge and pantry situation is kind of random at the moment, so I splurged and got an egg burrito and a mocha from the coffeehouse.

I spent much of the past week and a half feeling pretty miserable, (boo CFS) but yesterday and today I'm feeling much better. It's nice to be able to move and think again. x_x

I took a peek at the supermoon, and as I was walking across the backyard I saw two bunnies flitting away from me. <3

There was an all-things-must-go type sale, so I ordered a water bear sticker from Skype a Scientist--there's still plenty of really neat ones in stock if you'd like some too!

I talked with grandma yesterday and it was really nice. I learned that apparently my aunt lives in an apartment that USED TO BE A MORGUE, ISN'T THAT TOO STINKING COOL?!

BONFIRE TEA IS BACK, YEEEEEESSSSSS

I have discovered belatedly that the McElroy Family did a Stardew Valley playthrough together, look, they're on a fishing trip!

Iiii... think that's everything. Happy September and happy Friday everybloody! I hope yours has something fun in it. <3

#domestic blifs

[formeryelpers]

Tamper Room, 43737 Boscell Rd, Fremont, CA 94538

I’m always looking for a good place to camp and the new Tamper Room fits the bill. It’s a coffeehouse and art gallery that hopes to be a space for the creative community. They sell framed art, stickers, jewelry, greeting cards, candles, soaps, ceramics, tote bags, and more from local artists. There’s a cutesy/Kawaii, Asian American theme to the art. White Rabbit candy and bunnies appear in some of the art. Pretty sure the café is Asian-owned.

For drinks, they have your usual espresso drinks, made with Ikon Coffee Roasters (roasted in South San Francisco). For food, they have a pastry case and made-to-order croiffle toasts.

Avocado croiffle toast ($11.50): The thick croiffle had a satisfying extra crispy exterior and a softer, chewier interior. It was sweet and buttery. They topped it with yuzu avocado mash, alfalfa sprouts, sliced grape tomatoes, and microgreens, chewy, sweet, lots of avocado. The croiffle toast was carefully assembled with generous toppings and it was seasoned well. It’s smaller but the croiffle is rich.

Flat white ($5.75): stronger in flavor and flavorful, nice foam art

Wish there were more food options (and maybe there will be) but the atmosphere is very relaxed and good for camping. The bathroom smelled nice. There are outlets and easy parking. The chairs aren’t the most comfortable but they’re not too bad. The music is relaxing and I liked the artwork.

4 out of 5 stars

By Lolia S.

#Tamper Room #coffeehouse #croiffles #free wifi #art gallery #Asian American artists #croiffle toast #Fremont

[daniellewilliams-rp]

Welcome to my blog 🥰

⚠️DISCLAIMER: this account is an rp sideblog that will often depict graphic NSFW content. I'd you're not 18+ or if any of this disturbs you, DNI⚠️

Meet the Admin:

Hey there, I'm Mariko (main account @haileyhellfire) and I'm the person behind this account.

I'm 25, genderqueer (they/it/she), Abrosexual, polyam, and kinky.

I'm absolutely obsessed with all things horror related, especially 80s/90s slashers like "Nightmare on Elm Street" and "Scream, bunny current hyperfixation is Stranger Things.

This blog exists so I can rp with multiple universes using one character, Danielle Williams, who you can meet here.

Current Universes:

**This list will be updated as needed to reflect all the universes Dani interacts with. Each universe will have its own emoji and tag, so if you need to blacklist anything it'll be super simple.**

Main: this is the universe Dani is originally from. This verse follows the canon of Stranger Things. Dani graduated from Hawkins the same year as Steve, used the money she had saved from working in a diner since she was 16 to get a small place in Forest Hills and now she's saving up to one day leave Hawkins and move back to Berkley, CA where she's originally from. (💙 #v:main)

Snapped: this universe was created by @stevekingofhawkins and exists as a twisted/depraved AU where Steve Harrington is a serial killer (for more info about it, be sure to follow them and check out #verse:snapped on their blog). Dani graduated only a year ago, a few years behind Steve and is currently working double jobs (day shift as a nurse assistant at the hospital and nightshift at a little diner outside of town) trying to save the $$ to one day open her own bookshop/coffeehouse. In this AU, Dani falls victim to the killer(s) terrorizing Hawkins High, flipping her entire world upside down. ⚠️Major tw for horror and NSFW content⚠️ (🩸 #v: bloodlust)

Current rp partners:

**This list will be updated as needed to show a list of my active rp partners as well as what universes they are from and our relationships or dynamics within said universe(s)**

Things I absolutely will NOT do:

**This list details the things I will not engage in or entertain both via rp and OOC**

NSFW with anyone under 18 (character or irl)

Degradation/humiliation based on weight or physical appearance

Forced drug use (specifically prescription pills..any other substance is fine)

#rp #rp blog #stranger things rp

[bitcofun]

In 2011, reporter and tech business owner Mark Hopkins shared supper with a long time good friend who provided to spend for his half of the meal by sending out Hopkins some newly-minted bitcoin, which the good friend had actually mined himself on his laptop computer. In a current telephone interview with Bitcoin Magazine, Hopkins quipped that he had actually never ever become aware of the world's very first peer-to-peer cryptocurrency previously, however "being an excellent geek myself," he had his laptop computer with him and downloaded the required hardware to accept the deal (about half a bitcoin to cover a coffeehouse meal-- "13 or 14 dollars'" worth of magic web cash-- if you were questioning). That deal started a years-long journey down the Bitcoin bunny hole for Hopkins, releasing an "O.G." course that included embracing the online mentor personality of Doctor Bitcoin, ending up being vice president of Geosyn Mining(based in Fort Worth, Texas) and offering his personally-mined bitcoin for several years to interested celebrations, face to face for money or through totally above-board bank wires. Hopkins stated that his interest in offering bitcoin was "mainly to satisfy individuals" for networking functions, which he hardly ever troubled to benefit other than on the biggest offers, however rather concentrated on turning higher-net-worth purchasers into long-lasting customers for his marketing business. Hopkins kept in mind that at the time, there was "no federal assistance at all" relating to bitcoin sales, so he frequently looked for counsel from Texas legislators, who ensured him (and released 2017' Memorandum 1037 specifying) that they would not be needing licenses or controling the sale of bitcoin in the state. They motivated Hopkins and others to "bring development to Texas," Hopkins stated. Yet on September 5, Hopkins revealed by means of his Twitter account that he would be reporting to the Beaumont Federal Correctional Institute "for the criminal offense of offering #Bitcoin a couple of years earlier."" A Kingpin In A Lottery Scam" The arrest raised concerns about what criminal activity Hopkins had actually dedicated, precisely, especially if he had actually acquired guarantee from Texas legislators that he was running within the law. In 2019, the Financial Crimes Enforcement Network (FinCEN), a federal bureau of the U.S. Department of the Treasury, released 18 USC 1960, which needs that the now popular "cash transmitters' license" be acquired by those who want to offer bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies to the general public, with a recommended charge of approximately 5 years' jail time for offering bitcoin without getting the license. This is the criminal offense that Hopkins stated he is now serving time for, however offering bitcoin is not the activity that initially captured the attention of federal police. Hopkins reports that a person of his previous customers was under observation for believed involvement in a Nigerian lotto fraud. The purchaser initially informed Hopkins that she was purchasing bitcoin "for her spouse's electronic repair work service" (he thought her at the time), although she later on informed private investigators that she was herself "being catfished by a Nigerian," according to Hopkins. Charitably explained by Hopkins as "an unsophisticated user," he not just offered bitcoin to this customer on around 20 different celebrations, he likewise patiently helped and informed her in finest custody practices, in addition to how to not "activate" banking issues by utilizing particular terms which might lead to closure of her savings account (which is a relatively typical incident and recognized issue for Bitcoin lovers, especially at that time). According to Hopkins, Prosecutors later on disingenuously charged him with mentor this female "how to devote bank scams." On suspicion of Hopkins in some way being "a kingpin in a lotto rip-off" due to the fact that of the quantities of cash

"streaming to" him, Hopkins' household house went through a raid by "15 armed representatives, who waved weapons and search warrants ..." and who took over $60,000 worth of his personal effects, Hopkins stated. Being cooperative and "totally transparent" throughout the raid, Hopkins stated that he notified the federal representatives of his public Doctor Bitcoin and expert LinkedIn profile, and he shared information of his previous consulting deal with numerous U.S. governmental companies (consisting of the Federal Reserve) on bitcoin and blockchain innovation. Hopkins declared that he even described face to face to the raiding representatives some finest practices for utilizing bitcoin wallets (e.g., auto-generating brand-new addresses at random with every brand-new usage), discovering himself rather amazed that representatives of this white-collar criminal activity department were not currently fluent in such tech. Based on his qualifications and nature of his work (and particularly his proclaimed innocence of the lotto rip-off that was in fact under examination), Hopkins was particular that these representatives would quickly pertain to comprehend that they "absolutely have the incorrect man" and would even ask forgiveness. However, Hopkins states now that "what likely took place" was that "they invested a lot of resources presenting 15 representatives to a man's home to resolve a significant criminal offense and turned up empty, so they needed to discover something that I was guilty of" to prevent egg on their faces, which his called criminal activity ended up being "running a cash transmitters' company without a license, based upon some unclear assistance offered by FinCEN ... about a year previously." As the case advanced, Hopkins states "they chose to not come simply after me, however my other half since she was on my savings account" threatening them both "not simply with the cash transmitter offense" however for the bank-related recommendations offered to his customer, which might lead to 35 years' jail time for both Mr. and Mrs. Hopkins." The Government Fights It Hand, Tooth And Nail" Hopkins now thinks the representatives are guilty of "prosecutorial misbehavior or extortion, relying on how you wish to take a look at it" for using to leave his other half and 3 kids out of the procedures if he accepted plead guilty to offering bitcoin without the needed cash transmitters' license. He included that, in spite of safeguarding what's right or incorrect, "I can't leave my household (or) take a gambit like that; my household comes initially regardless of what my concepts are." Therefore he accepted the plea offer. In the wake of his sentencing, Hopkins is utilizing his Twitter account and media interviews to caution others of "the trespassing state war on personal privacy, and the basic brokenness of the criminal justice system." " I indicate begin with Ross (Ulbricht); begin with (Julian) Assange; begin with (Edward) Snowden. Take a look at what's happening with the Tornado Cash designer (Alexey Pertsev), the delisting of Monero from numerous exchanges (and) every effort to improve personal privacy-- and not simply in cryptocurrency-- however cryptography in basic the last 20 to 30 years. The federal government combats it hand, tooth and nail. It's honestly getting old, since individuals like us ... get captured in the crossfire." Calling for "separation of cash and state," Hopkins alerted that since the Bitcoin blockchain is a long-term record, more federal government forces (consisting of the newly-staffed Internal Revenue Service) will be coming for a lot more Bitcoiners based upon old deal history if they do not call their lawmakers and "hold their feet to the fire" to secure existing First Amendment concepts and personal privacy laws. He cautioned that 18 USC 1960 (the cash transmitters' license requirement) is an "existential danger ... It exists whenever somebody negotiates peer-to-peer ... such as purchasing a

truck with bitcoin, or if I divided supper with you and you spend for your half with bitcoin, you're dedicating a federal criminal activity."" You can see really plainly there's an uptick" in prosecuting 18 USC 1960 cryptocurrency-related criminal offenses, he stated. And the targeting of those to charge or prosecute is "moving far from significant case criminal activities. The Department of Justice," Hopkins kept, holds "centers on how to use the law more freely." In addition to highlighting his own case, Hopkins is now actively included with FreeRossDAO(working to complimentary Ulbricht, who established early Bitcoin darknet market Silk Road, from jail). Hopkins stated that Ulbricht is "a martyr," whose legal scenario far surpasses his own, stating, "I offered some bitcoin, I utilized cash in such a way that federal government didn't like. My life is bad today however ... it'll be much better in a year. Ross will still be in jail." " If we ... do not require from our federal government that they alter this law and the application of it, offered time they can follow each people," Hopkins included. Hopkins' boy will be keeping his dad's Twitter account while Hopkins serves his sentence. This is a visitor post by Guy Malone. Viewpoints revealed are totally their own and do not always show those of BTC Inc or Bitcoin Magazine. Read More

[conflictandscotchblog]

Even at My Age, High School Rules for Dating Still Apply

I met a woman. Seems simple enough.

Of course – it wasn’t.

Through a friend, I met a woman, and thoroughly enjoyed getting to know her. Long story short, through that same friend, I received a text with the woman’s name and phone number a few days later (funny, I misheard her name and called her the wrong name during our first introduction).

Bonus points, he wrote she enjoyed meeting me as well.

This experience taught me one thing: whether you are sixteen or sixty, high school rules for dating still apply.

Two friends of mine (males) advised me that since I received her information on Tuesday, I should not call her until Friday. This way, I didn’t look “desperate” (Have they not read my blog?).

On Thursday, while visiting my niece, Mia, I told her about this woman, and showed her a picture I downloaded from her FACEBOOK page.

“She is very pretty,” Mia said, then asked, “What did she say when you called her?”

When I told her I had not called her yet, the expression ‘Men are idiots’ painted on Mia’s face. She ordered me (no exaggeration), while she pointed towards the front door, to go outside right now and call her.

I did, and after a nice chat, we setup a coffee date.

A three hour get-to-know-you-coffeehouse date on Friday went well. An awkward first date (my fault) followed on Saturday. Thought we’d go to town, walk around, and just find a restaurant. It’s been a long time since I had a first date and didn’t realize just how crowded and loud most restaurants are on a Saturday night.

A far-to-soon attempted first kiss didn’t help, but overall we adjusted and things seem to move forward (in a nice way).

We talked a lot, which was a good thing. Hours of conversations, either over the phone or in person. The best part of a relationship, for me, is the ability to have good conversations.

Texting, on the other hand, not so good.

I am used to, when sending a text (especially when I ask a question), to receive a reply.

She, on the other hand, not so much.

In the middle of a string of texts in an attempt to set up a time for dinner at my house one night, the conversation abruptly ended.

On my end, I said I’d appreciate a response when I text a question.

On her end, apparently, she explained, her no response was her response.

I thought, by now, at my age, dating would be less confusing…

….turns out, it’s not.

The Ghost in the Dating Machine

After this misunderstanding as to when to come over for dinner, she disappeared. She did not reply to any further texts, or answer any phone calls, for over a week.

I like to be truthful with this blog, so I will let you know, I did not handle this well.

Was I emotionally invested more than I should have been? Yes, very much so. But, in my defense, I cry at television commercials. The one where the little girl gets her stuffed bunny back, after she thought it was lost forever, I openly wept.

Then, out of the blue, after I thought I’d never hear from her again – she called (I told you, forever trapped in high school).

Until that moment, I thought she ghosted me.

Made arrangements to meet for dinner, which we did a few days later. We split a bottle of wine, and I was happy to see her, with hopes to clear up our misunderstanding. That was quickly dashed when she said she didn’t want to talk in a crowded restaurant.

“I’ll come to your house next week,” she assured me, “so we can discuss in private.”

Famous last words.

After we said goodnight, and a few more texts from me, I never heard from her again.

Again.

When God Closes a Door, He Tosses You Out a Window

Since my divorce, I had three long term and a handful of blink-and-you’ll-miss-them, relationships.

After that, over that last few years, I haven’t dated much, if at all.

People asked me why I didn’t, and I explain that I did the online dating, the friend fix-up, and the random meeting in bars and other place. Each have their own benefit and detraction, but I tell them I was done with it all.

Then I would add, “However, if God puts someone in my path, I will follow.”

I wholeheartedly believe that is exactly who this woman was to me. It took dating her for me to realize there is someone out there for me, but I need to do my part.

So, if by chance, the woman I met is reading this, I would just like to say, ‘thank you for opening that door…

….but I’ll take it from here’.

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#Dating #God #Destiny

[coffeepilled]

this is rusame

#saw this meme and instantly knew #hetalia #rusame #aph america #aph russia #alfred f jones #ivan braginsky #memes #bunnie's coffeehouse #funnies

[uniasus]

I was at a conference this week and realized we’ve been doing coffee shop AUs all wrong. 

They shouldn’t be modern day. They should be in the 17th or 18th century in London.

The very first coffee shops, where the world switched from drinking beer and wine (depressants) to tea and coffee (stimulants) and kicked off The Enlightenment. 

Give me historical coffee shops brimming with intellectual power so strong they change world. Give me powdered wigs and men in frocks. Give me people building the stock exchanges and artist societies. And that first sweet, sweet hit of caffeine. 

#fandom #history #coffeehouse #london coffee house #the enlightenment #plot bunny

[hard-to-study-pharmacy]

🍁Study places🍁

🍂November Study Challenge🍂

1. At home

2. At Parents home

3. In a Coffeehouse

4. In a train

5. In a library

6. Between lectures (at uni)

#november #novemberstudychallenge #time to study #study area #study session #tumblr study #study motivation #study buddy #desk area #coffeehouse #cafe #bunny #books #productivity #studyblr #studyspo #pharma study #student pharmacy #med #uni #lectures #home

[sleepbreathestudy]

Here is a list of some YouTube ASMR ambiences/soundscapes (they’re all hyperlinked, so click away!) Unlike traditional ASMR, these videos do not feature any people. Talented YouTubers have used software to create rendered environments with layered sounds, with many of these ambiences inspired from fantasy to others based in reality. I find music with lyrics to be distracting sometimes, but these are great background noises for focusing, studying, doing homework, and even for relaxing. Enjoy and good luck ♡

LIBRARY SOUNDSCAPES

1. Royal Library | Rain and Thunderstorm Sounds on Study Ambience with Crackling Fireplace 

By New Bliss 

2. LIBRARY AMBIENCE: Writing Sounds, Whispering, Pages Turning, Rain, Fireplace 

by Autumn Cozy 

3. Ambience/ASMR: Writer's Library from the 1930s, 4 Hours

by Ambience of Yesteryear

4. Study Ambience / Library Sounds / 3 Hours #241

By Winter Whale ASMR

5. Harry Potter inspired ASMR - Hogwarts Library REMAKE - Animated ambient soundscape cinemagraph

By ASMR rooms 

CAFE SOUNDSCAPES

1. Rainy Day at Coffee Shop & Jazz Music | ASMR Ambience 4K

By Cozy Corner 

2. [ASMR/Ambience]cafe after closing on a rainy urban night

By Sound Forest 

3. Coffeehouse ASMR Ambience

By Miracle Forest 

4. 1 Hour of Tea Shop Ambience | Background Noise | Cafe Ambient Sounds

By Nocturnal House 

5. ASMR Increase Concentration Tokyo Cafe Study Ambience for Homework & School

By asmr soupe 

COZY SOUNDSCAPES

1. 🎧 Cozy Ambience Bedroom - Rain on the Windows of the Rainy Night View of the City 10 Hours | Sleep

By The Relaxing Town 

2. Cozy Cabin Ambience - Writer's Room with 8 Hours of Rain, Thunder and Fire Sounds

By Calmed by Nature 

3. Bed Breakfast ☕ Snowy Morning [ASMR] Cozy Cabin Ambience ❄️️ Winter Day with Little Bunny friend 🐰

By ASMR Weekly 

4. Rain sounds | cozy cabin | Sleep, Study, Meditation 10 hours

By White Noise Tranquility 

5. Cozy Winter Cottage | Snowstorm and Fireplace Sounds | blizzard | 10hours

By dreamy sound 

INSPIRED BY SOUNDSCAPES

1. ASMR Mystical and Noble Atmosphere of Slytherin Common Room●Harry Potter 3D Ambient Sound

By asmr soupe 

2. Lord of the Rings Inspired ASMR - the Green Dragon Inn - Medieval Tavern Ambience and Animations

By ASMR rooms 

3. ⛩ Spirited Away's Dormitory - 1 Hour - Ghibli ASMR Soundscape

By Vibrating Art 

4. Twin Peaks Double R Diner Ambience - 8 Hours of Smooth Jazz Music, Rain Sounds, & Cozy Cafe Ambience

By Calmed by Nature 

5. A Moving Castle Type ASMR Ambience

By Miracle Forest 

#asmr #asmr ambience #studying #study #studyblr #productivity #music #background noise #study music #study break #masterpost #resources #relaxing #homework #college #university #study motivation #work #writing #reference #library #study ambience #focus #studies #notes #studyspo #study masterpost #study materials #my post #bullet journal

[brunito-bonito]

it’s still raining | Isabela x reader pt. 2

modern!au where Isabela’s a plant shop owner, and you, a barista at a coffeehouse across the street

A/N: read part 1 here!

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Isabela Madrigal does, in fact, like long conversations.

during your first visit, she told you she’s tried crocheting and hasn’t been able to stop since, and that she’s making Mirabel something for a change; that she hated how her dad couldn’t make it any more obvious he liked Mirabel best; that she misses both of them all the same.

your third visit, she told you she was Abuela’s favorite, and that she sometimes resented it but hadn’t known she did; that she sometimes thinks about life without a gift, what it’d be like (you assure her she isn’t missing out), that she might’ve been more invested in fashion but couldn’t imagine living in a space with anything else in excess but plants.

another time, you caught her in the middle of filming a how-to for watering plants, so you were taught a few other things and introduced to an addition to her collection of mini terrariums strewn about the shop.

Isabela likes her long conversations over coffee. she never tries to monopolize them; you’re just far more interested in seeing her eyes sparkle the way they do when she’s impassioned than in choking on your spit, although she laughs when you mean to be funny. other times were spent in genial silence, with her tending to her plants, cataloguing (she still likes maintaining some sense of order, you judge), crocheting, and you slogging through schoolwork, soft instrumentals and the patter of rain in the background. until your alarm goes off anyway. it was routine within two weeks.

“Isa?” the nickname just happened one afternoon, and it stuck. you wave the coffees in a carrier. she insisted coffee would always be on her, just that you had to have made them. the instruction shouldn’t have made you grin like an idiot for half so long as it did.

“yes, i love you!... bye Mama, Mirabel.”

Isa’s voice leads you to the back room, and you lean on the doorframe as she hangs up.

“call from home?”

she nods. “got the coffee?” and you know the homesickness is hitting hard.

a spherical tank, wide as an embrace, sits on her worktable. an island of bunny ear and pink moon cacti, parodia, echeveria in wine red and pink champagne, purple beauty, cheyenne, and pink moonstone (she named each one for you) are circled by a winding arrangement of earthy carnelian and magenta pebbles, with patches of yellow, olive, and teal.

“it looks a lot like...” you look to her. “it’s Caño Cristales.”

“it’s going to be the centerpiece.”

“it looks fantastic,” you gush like she doesn’t already know.

“yeah well,” she takes a sip. it’s her usual but she smiles like she didn’t just have it the other day. “it’s missing something.”

“is it?” you cock your head to one side, because studying something at an angle shows you everything wrong with it. according to what you’ve seen of artists. Isa sighs, settling by your side. she fingers the cheyenne blooms.

“Mama’s been wanting to visit, but Encanto’s way too far. i don’t know anyone who can take care of my babies for a week... or so.” she holds up her hands, “i’m not saying that to get you to do it, you mentioned midterms are coming up. i just--”

“it’s okay.”

“i think this was a mistake,” Isa says, resigned. “the city’s huge. there’s always someplace to be, something to do. it’s--it’s crazy and actually perfect like that. and it’s great, brightening up someone’s day, bringing people joy, or something like that, like i always meant to do--but even cacti can only take so much neglect, y’know?”

neglect? that stings a little but you smile at her profile.

“how about this?” you pick off her earring, a semi-plastered brick house with a tiled roof and tall as your thumb. you catch how she shakes her head fondly, watching you gingerly press it into an empty spot by the riverbank, and you forget about the stupid notion of not being enough. you’ve given her little moments of home, so she’s happy with you. that should be enough. what were you two anyway? before you could really process the thought, you blurt, “what if we set up shop by the river?”

you feel her freeze. she gapes at you as she did through her shop window weeks ago. then, like she’s been struck by recognition all over again, “oh my god!”

“you’re genius! the view! and plants but with coffee! a plant and coffee shop!”

“that way, you get to keep the shop, keep your independence, and have family close by.”

“i know!” she squeals into her hands. “you’re genius! i swear,” she wraps you in a tight hug.

but after the high dawns the implications. a plant and coffee shop? you're about to save with something like, “oh nevermind coffee,” or “yeah, someone else from home could help you!” but it must’ve been Vivaldi’s Summer on the piano or the gleam in her eyes that you decide--you want more out of this.

you swallow, mouth dry as desert sand, and croak, “it’s... it’s still missing something.” and break away. you make a run for it, heedless of the rain like you’re in a period piece.

you’re back from the coffee shop in a minute, half expecting Isa’s shop door locked. you call her name, and she comes into view. she scolds you when you reenter, but you can hear her relief.

“what was that?” and, “dry off, idi--” she’s cut short by a gasp as you stick your fingers into the terrarium moss, into the soil, and deposit a handful onto the table.

“get,” she recovers from disbelief, “your fucking hands off my terrarium!” she throws herself at you, grabbing at your hands. but her arms fall limp at the sight of her jelly bean sedum in your grasp.

you pull the succulent--your memento of home, of that morning meeting her, now more red than pink--out of its pot, remove the excess soil, and plant it beside the house like it’s a tree. potentiality visualized, though scaled down.

“i’m...” you’re still panting. “i’m a business major, right? w-we can make it happen after i gradu--” you’re cut off by her mouth on yours.

you melt into it the moment it registers, hands cupping her cheeks. when she pulls back, you run your fingers through her hair, and you know. you know that whether you see this through or it’s just wishful thinking--

“OOOOOH. getthefuckoutofbedbitch, go,” your alarm (for when you’ve napped without meaning to) interrupts your little moment from the main room.

you snort and tell her what you’re thinking, “it’ll be worth it.”

this was... one way to conclude the afternoon. you couldn’t have planned a confession better.

“don’t go,” she holds you closer again. “it’s still raining.”

it got better still.

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A/N: i literally broke into song--there isn’t another way to express what that was--when i had the terrarium idea. give I Want It All by COIN a listen if you like

P.S: you guys get married and the shop becomes a bnb!

#encanto #isabela madrigal #madrigal #isabela x reader #isabela fanfiction