#*bittersweet

[straight-into-the-animus]

never lose hope in your fanfic writers because i just logged into quotev and a story that i started reading in 2015 had its most recent update in 2021. live ur dream.

[chilligyu]

info: chwe hansol/reader, general audiences, meet cute au genre: fluff | word ct: 1k warnings: narrator is an awkward sarcastic shit none summary: when mornings and socializing aren't your strong suit, coffee is the only thing that gets you through it.

Are you fucking kidding me?

It was early in the morning, she had just walked out of her apartment, bag slung over her shoulder, she was ready to take on the day. Then she found herself standing in front of a ROAD & SIDEWALK CLOSED sign, yellow caution tape strung up, and she could’ve sworn her life had ended. Her usual route. The whole road. Closed. Meaning that she had to make a detour. God she hated it when her morning routine was thrown off. But she still needed her morning brew. Turning around, she approached a coffee shop she’d never been to before.

Ding.

“Welcome to Sunshine Café! Where our sunshine coffee is bound to put a smile on your face!”

All around her, cheerful faces. Each excessively happy that it was morning. It wasn’t natural.

I think I’m going to vomit.

“Can I get an iced americano?” She ordered, a forced smile twitching at her lips.

The young barista looked far too pleasant to be entirely human. “Would you like to add a pastry to your order for another 89 cents? Or donate a dollar to the poor?”

Lady, I am the poor. “No thanks, just coffee.”

“Coming right up!”

Nodding, she paid and gladly left their perky sight. Putting in her headphones she waited for her order at the pick-up counter while listening to some mixtape she downloaded from SoundCloud. In some attempt to hide from the sunflower prints on the wall and chipper pop music blaring through the loudspeakers, she pulled her hood over her head. God she hated mornings. And she hated morning people more.

Unable to hear, she watched as an iced americano was placed in front of her. Without thinking she reached for it, her fingertips grazing against someone else’s and causing her to jump. She was already having a tough day, her fuse was short enough as it was, so she was fully prepared to rip this person a new asshole when—

Oh no. She internally gasped. He’s attractive. You don’t scream at attractive people. I can barely even speak to attractive people!

He was tall, his clothes were perfectly pressed, a pair of glasses perched at the end of his nose, God it was like he was ripped straight out of a magazine. A magazine full of extremely attractive people. Ones that wore beanies, and had dimples, and everything else she suddenly liked in a man. For a good minute, she watched his mouth move and wondered why the hell no sound was coming out. Scratching her head, she accidentally tugged on her headphones. Apparently handsome guys in coffee shops made her act like a complete moron.

“Sorry?” She chuckled nervously, removing them and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “What did you just say?”

Unfazed by her blunders, he smiled. “I was just wondering what you ordered.”

“Ah.” She grinned. “Iced americano, you?”

“Same.” He nodded as he adjusted his glasses. “Sorry, I must’ve—"

“No, no, no.” She objected, pushing it towards him. “I probably picked up your coffee by mistake.”

She was so nervous, so flustered, that her phone slipped out of her hand. Watching it clatter to the floor they both leaned over and suddenly he let out a quiet chuckle. Confused, she followed his gaze and could’ve sworn that her heart immediately stopped. Her music was displayed on the screen. Her odd music that no one else liked. The music that most everyone laughed at.

Oh no, oh no, oh no, attractive guy is going to laugh at my music, shit, shit!

“chwenotchew, huh?” He questioned, obviously amused. “Where did you find him?”

Play it cool, play it cool! Whatever you do, play it cool and don’t choke on your tongue! “It was just something I found on SoundCloud. Random mixtape, nothing special.”

“Nothing special?” He practically winced, handing her phone back to her. “That hurts.”

Confused, she took her phone back from him and looked down at the album art. There was something oddly familiar about the man on the cover. Then, it dawned on her. It was his face. The face of the extremely attractive guy kneeling down beside her. His actual face. Not some likeness, not some abstract interpretation. Just his face. And she insulted it. To his face.

She felt herself blushing. “I’m—I am so sorry, I had no idea that—that this was—"

“I prefer an honest opinion.” He smirked as he stood and offered her a helping hand. “Even if it’s not always the one I want to hear.”

Feeling guilty, she shook her head as she was pulled to her feet. “I didn’t mean what I said. I’m just so used to people making fun of me for what I listen to, I didn’t want this handsome stranger to—"

Oh no. She paused. When will you figure out how to shut up?

“I mean—" She stammered, her blush deepening with each passing second. “This other handsome stranger—not that you’re not handsome, because you definitely are, I just—oh my God. I need to stop talking.”

Despite her obvious struggle, the stranger smiled at her. “I think you should keep going, you’re doing great.”

“Oh.” She pouted, puffing out her cheeks. “Now you’re making fun of me.”

“I can’t help it.” He chuckled. “You’re pretty cute when you’re flustered.”

Is it possible to choke on your tongue? Because I’m definitely choking on my tongue.

“Ummm…” She hesitated with a nervous laugh. “Wow, okay, ummm—what?”

He gave her this award winning smile that practically turned her into a puddle. “Just wondering, would you want to go out with me sometime?”

Choking on your tongue is possible. It’s very possible.

“I—" She swallowed. “I mean—I mean yeah? Probably? Like—definitely?”

“Good.” He smirked just as her order was placed on the counter. “I’m Vernon, by the way.”

Choking. Still choking.

“And I’m—" She started, chuckling underneath her breath. “Really happy that the road was closed today.”

[o-wyrmlight]

Someone remind me to draw Affogato interacting with my AU Dark Cacao

[perfectvevlet-remade]

bittersweet - baek a yeon (2017)

[chilligyu]

bittersweet | meet cute au | fluff fic preview | vernon/reader | 1k status: finished

when mornings and socializing aren't your strong suit, coffee is the only thing that gets you through it.

[komaedian]

Happy personal ramble just gotta get it outta my system before I spill my medical history out to all my coworkers tomorrow lol

So since I was like 15 I’ve thought I had adhd but kept getting dismissed cos I was a ✨smart girl✨ and that means I couldn’t have it 🫠

After getting a diagnosis of bipolar and being in treatment for a few years a psych agreed they thought I had ADHD cos it’s a common overlap and the bipolar meds weren’t treating the executive dysfunction. I got referred but that was in March 2020 and for obvious reasons that all kinda fell apart and I moved back to Scotland for a year and a bit so couldn’t be re referred to the team

Last summer I was finally referred again and put on the wait list for an assessment but the wait list was 2 years long because of how backed up they got during the pandemic 🥲 there’s still 18 months to go BUT yesterday I got a call out of the blue from the ADHD team and they’re running a research study on how to properly treat ADHD in people with bipolar disorder, I meet the criteria and they’re gonna get me assessed WITHIN THE MONTH AND IF I HAVE IT IMMEDIATELY START MEDS AND SUPPORT

I’ve been so worried over whether I’m gonna be able to finish my PhD cos it had gotten so bad and the original assessment wasn’t scheduled until after my thesis hand in date, ngl I cried a little from relief when the researcher told me😭 either I get a diagnosis and immediately get help, or we find out I don’t have it and it rules something out and proves we need to change my other medication because it’s not working properly, BIG WIN EITHER WAY 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳