bokuto owns a local bakery and is the head baker/chef.
the staff is fukurodani’s third years: konoha, komi, washio, sarukui and yukie. komi and sarukui are baking preps.
konoha and washio are assistant bakers/decorators for bokuto. lastly, yukie works front (cashier, presentation, etc.) b/c she couldn’t resist sampling and eating the baked goods in the kitchen :’)
akaashi decides to visit the bakery for the first time to buy something for his mother’s birthday. he only expects to stay a few mins but a very excited yukie keeps advertising more baked goods to him. he tries to politely decline but she keeps insisting lol
bokuto walks out from the kitchen to deliver a new batch of bread, only to accidentally drop the entire tray when he sees akaashi *heart eyes*
yukie is upset “…all that bread now wasted… what the heck bokuto -__-” but she notices the way bokuto’s staring at akaashi and internally smirks ;) ;) ;)
the entire bakery knows the next day bc yukie told lol
sad bokuto is sad bc he doesn’t even know akaashi’s name. “will i ever see him again ??????? ;___;”
BUT !! akaashi was impressed with the pastries despite not having the biggest sweet tooth and heads back to the bakery to try something new.
yukie: “lemme go get the head baker to recommend you something akaashi!!” she disappears and pushes a nervous bokuto out of the kitchen door.
bokuto becomes more talkative and energetic as he shares his bread making passion with akaashi !!!
yukie, konoha, and sarukui are watching them from the small kitchen door window lol
akaashi starts visiting more often and bokuto gives him a personal tour of the kitchen and bread making process.
IMAGINE BOKUTO’S ARMS WHEN KNEADING BREAD. akaashi couldn’t take his eyes off those arms… (konoha catches him staring)
bonus: bread puns galore. “i’d butter up your buns any day akaashi” *wink wink nudge nudge*
you know fucking what? courfeyrac randomly breaks into song and ferre is the type of guy that JOINs in with perfect beatboxing or random harmonizing and choruses and they often do weird mashups of songs or jazz renditions of pop songs and ??? it’s always so perfect and?? how are they so in sync literally how do they KNOW what the other is about to do what the fuck?? bossuet filmed them once and they went viral
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So here I am in a new town, all on my own, with a new house and I love it. It means new adventures, new mystery. I don’t like the idea of meeting new people, but from what I heard people in this town are not so ordinary and boring as the most of the population of this world…anyway, I am here for the mystery and stories, not to make new friends … I don’t like most people anyway so why would that change here.
It’s the first day of my new life here and I’m unpacking a few boxes that contain all of my belongings. It’s just some books, some tapes, a photo album, my camera, my notebooks, my granddad’s gun and some clothes, there might be more but it’s all just old trash. I am listening to the radio and they are playing I Fought the Law … I love The clash so much it’s the only band that I really like. I am singing along and because my windows are open (I don’t like the smell that the first owners left) someone yells to turn it off. I just turn it up and the old lady just walks away murmuring something to herself…I really couldn’t care less. Besides annoying old people, this neighborhood doesn’t suck that much. I got this house from a lady whose husband disappeared and they never found him…she didn’t take it well and she moved to Australia… as far away as possible she said, away from this cursed place, the price was really low so I bought it…it was like she just really wanted to get the hell away from here … I mean the price was really low for such a nice house. But that’s not why I am here. I am here because of the disappearing of those people, I really wanted to find out more. And because of the money, I inherited from my grandfather after he died I can easily buy a house and pretend that I live here with my parents…I am not going to spend that money on shoes and clothes or a mansion…no, I am going to live here until I find out what the hell is going on her because if I really love anything I love some good mystery.
Well, rise and shine, it’s my first day at school, should I be excited? because I am not, I barely get out of bad, and I need coffee otherwise I might not be able to get out of my house today. After I eat a pudding pop for breakfast (ok maybe two) I get dressed take a bag and stuff a notebook and some pens in it. I run outside and get in my car, I really do NOT want to be late on my first day.
The school looks fine until I walk in … everyone is looking at me, after all, I am new and no one comes to live here after what happened, well I don’t think even before that people were fighting to live here, I really don’t need that kind of attention right now. Just when I am about to walk into a classroom, and all this weird chatter that is not so secretly judging me is about to and, I trip over my own feet and fall right next to some boy’s feet, the ring announces the start of the first class and everybody is slowly moving away from the weird new girl and into their classrooms. I was still on the floor trying to get to my normal color and not tomato red and trying to get all my things back together. When I heard his voice.
“H-hi? Here let me help you.” he leans down and we touch hands on my Walkman that was trashed on the floor. He backs of really fast “sorry, I just, i…I am Jonathan” he just shuts up like he is surprised and confused, why is he talking to a total stranger. I look up and I see a boy about my age avoiding my gaze, gathering my things and maybe, wait, what? just maybe blushing a little bit…no, it can’t be. He finally gathered all bits of mine…now destroyed Walkman and awkwardly handing them to me. “Here, your…stuff”. I just sit there for a moment and he clears his throat. I realize I’m just sitting there so I try to end this embracing conversation as fast as possible.
“Oh, oh sorry. I mean thanks…wait, where is my tape? oh no my tape”. We both start looking, and after a while, he finds it and he grins
“You like the Clash, for real?”,
“Yes, yes I love them, they are my favorite band since forever”.
“That’s cool, what’s your name, new girl?” he is almost smiling now,
“well nice to meet you Y/n”.
He hands me the tape and this time he doesn’t back away when our hands touch.
RIGHTHTHRHHT. HES SUCH AN ARTHUR EVEN THO THE AESTHETIC IS CHANGED A LITTLE HES ARTHUR AT HIS CORE AND I LVOVOVED IT
HE IS AND IT’S SO DANG NICE
LIKE OBVS IT’S NOT ABOUT THE CORE LEGEND ITSELF LIKE IT’S NOT TRYING TO BE AN ADAPTATION BUT ARTHUR IS SO ARTHUR IT’S OBVIOUS HE COULDNT BE ANYONE ELSE AND IT’S SO GOOD TO HAVE A THING THAT LIKE, RESPECTS SOURCE MATERIAL WITHOUT FOLLOWING IT
ALSO I LOVED THAT AESTHETIC BUT THAT’S ANOTHER THING ENTIRELY
THIS 👏🏼 IS 👏🏼 WHY 👏🏼 WE 👏🏼 NEED 👏🏼 AWARENESS 👏🏼 FOR 👏🏼 LESSER 👏🏼 KNOWN 👏🏼 SEXUALITIES 👏🏼
Some backstory to this… this is an ACTUAL screenshotted conversation between my mom and I. I had shared a picture about coming out being a person choice (as shown in the picture above) with no context to Facebook. I am a heterosexual asexual and proud of my sexuality. I have a boyfriend I love very much. I am out on Facebook, and all of my friends respect it although my family does not. The day I came out, my mom told me it’s “just a phase” and my dad called her freaking out wondering how his family will accept me now. That was over a year ago.
This just happened about two weeks ago. I have been afraid to post it until now of revealing my identity or my family finding it, but I feel it’s important to spread this kind of stuff around. Asexuality and EVERY OTHER sexuality is VALID.
And to help everyone understand this better:
-I am NOT afraid of sex. I have NEVER ONCE told her that. EVER.
-Michelle is my step mom
-My Mom is not homophobic, but my dad and his family are
I’ve already lost most of my bonds with my dad and his family, and when this happened I burst into tears and I called my boyfriend sobbing. I couldn’t believe my mom, who’s been with me through everything and has been there for me my entire life, was secretly thinking this about me ever since I came out. I kept asking my boyfriend, who was absolutely FURIOUS, how I’m going to be able to move on without a close relationship to both parents when my mom especially has been my best friend for my entire life.
Please continue to spread the word, that ASEXUALITY and EVERY OTHER SEXUALITY is valid. I wish everyone was more informed so that conversations like this don’t take place and no one is afraid of coming out anymore. Sometimes I wish I hadn’t and had pretended I was sexually active with my boyfriend. Although I still talk to and love my mom, the words she spoke that day have tainted our relationship.