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Guys, I wanna re write my own version of MLP?? Should I?? And re design characters too???

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Café Oasis

Chapter Two

In where you apply for a job at a café. Café Oasis, although everyone calls it Café 141, due the number of military things in the café, and the army cadets that wonder into the café on their downtown.

SERIES CONTENT WARNING: xreader, Swearing, Sexual innuendos, fucked up sense of humor, Baking inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, Smut?

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After getting home, you packed the things you got from the market. You forgot to do it earlier, and small candles and soaps and wool and a small basket of various things had now been put in their places.

The hazelnut latte filled your senses as you cozied up on the couch, a small throw blanket that was made by an old elderly neighbour, covered your lower half. The television played an episode of Criminal Minds and the glow from your phone screen shone in your face. This is where you stayed for most of the day, scrolling on your phone before it was time to make dinner.

After dinner, you scroll through your emails, checking if you had gotten anything from the café or any other jobs you applied for. Most of the emails were just spam, Jobs hiring that you couldn’t apply for or Spotify Spam.

Sighing while tossing and turning in bed hours later, thoughts travelled, and soft music played. You worried that you wouldn’t get the job and that you wouldn’t be able to get a job at all and you would get kicked out…

The room is dark, and you were still awake at two in the morning. Why were you awake? Did you leave a light on? The water? The oven? Did you lock the front door?

Shaking the thoughts away, you weren’t in the mood to psych yourself out tonight. Needing to be awake for calls, emails and other adult stuff you’ll think of tomorrow. Twisting around to face the wall you pick up your phone, opening a simple game to help put you to sleep or to pass the time. And soon enough you’re asleep without even realising it.

If you knew you’d wake up in such a shitty way, you wouldn’t wake up. It’s 11 AM and your phone was buzzing against your pillow loudly, the ticking of the clock was vibrating all around the room, echoing around in your head. Not to mention your shirt felt all types of wrong on your body. Without meaning to, you missed the call with the distant feeling of throwing up.

(Not a surprise pregnancy, promise)

You were too hot. Opting to walk out into the cooler kitchen, placing yourself on a cool faux leather stool, the cold bench to welcomed you to place your head. It started to ground the racing thoughts, and your reasonable thinking came back.

Rushing back into your room, snatching your phone off the bed, almost breaking the cord in the progress. Opening your phone, there was a voicemail auto text saying that it was ‘Kate’ asking or you to call back whenever you were available. You walked to the kitchen, getting yourself some breakfast as you called the Café.

After a few rings the line picks up. “Hello, Café 141, Kyle speaking?” A guy’s voice echoed from the phone; you cleared your dry throat. “Hello, I would like to speak to Kate?” You asked, feeling a little anxious. Kyle replied with a ‘sure, one sec’ before murmurs and shuffling on the other line. It gave you a bit of time to grab a glass and fill it with water.

“Hello, Kate speaking?” You quickly swallowed the water, before responding.

“Hello, you called earlier?” Saying your name and Kate let out a small ‘oh!’. “Wonderful, I was calling to let you know that you got the job!” She halted to let you answer.

You suddenly stood straight muttering a ‘really?’, you were so happy. “Yes really!” Giving a small laugh, “Is today or tomorrow good for you to come in so we can get your uniform and to meet everyone?” Asking you, you nodded.

“Yeah, today is fine, what time?” Walking towards your bathroom, grabbing a fresh towel on the way. Kate responded when ever you could come in today. Before hanging up you told her that you’ll be there with in two hours.

After having a shower, getting your hair dry and everything else done, you basically run down to your car. Making sure to lock your door behind you.

It wasn’t too busy today; it was cold out and warm inside the café. Wondering up to the counter, a bulky guy with a mohawk and flour all down his front walked up to you. A large boyish grin on his face as some of his co-workers yelled at him from the kitchen.

Trailing your eyes down to his nametag, read ‘Johnny’. He notices and his grin gets a little wider. “How can I help ya?”

(Guys I don’t know how to write him talking in uhhhhh Scottish, please forgive me its almost three am)

“Hi, could I please see Kate Laswell? “Asking, tapping your fingers on the countertop in front of you. He nodded, turning and wondering around to the back. You hear his voice but not what he is saying. Not too much time he comes back, Kate behind him.

“Hey, come around back and we will get you a uniform!” She lifted the little section of the counter so you could walk through. You hadn’t noticed the first time; you made a note of it as you walked through. Following Kate to the back office, she bent down to pick up a box filled with shirts in plastic and another with pants.

Kate asked what your size was in both, and she handed them to you. “Do you have non-slip boots at home?” She asked, placing the boxes back. “They are a part of the uniform, and you won’t be allowed past the counter with out them on, so you don’t slip.” She continued.

“I don’t but I can go get some after this.” Kate nodded, gesturing you to follow her. She led you to the kitchen, asking you to be careful where you step and to not touch anything.

“So, the kitchen, self-explanatory.” She gestured around the working people, making sure you knew where everything was and what she expected from you. “So, all I ask is to keep your space clean, if something needs to be washed, rinse it in the hot water and then into the dish washer.” You nodded along, making note and to make another note to write it in a notebook when you get home. “Now, I am lenient with phone usage, but not when its busy, or if we have a flux of online orders. There is always something to do, but in the event there’s not, just make sure you’re conversing out the front. Okay?”

“Understood.” A skinner male catching your eye, he was loading the dishwasher and plunging his hands in to clear steaming water in a deep sink. He looked tired and had almost a constant look of ‘I’m bored, help me’. Kate continued her tour around the kitchen, pushing taller men out of the way and excusing herself past other female employees.

Once out the front of the Café, Kate showed you the layout of the pastries and other things in the glass cases and how to use the barista area. “Now if you have any trouble with anything, ask your co-workers. If they can’t help you at that time come to me.”

It wasn’t for another half hour before you were out of the café, heading to your nearest shoe store to buy a good quality pair of not slip boots.

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Guys, should I let my bf get me a new laptop? So than I can type out stories and stuff more? Cause my laptop is broken :(

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Proof reading and re-typing the second chapter. Should I try and keep to a schedule?

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YO BITCHES IM BACK, I GOT REALLY DEPRESSED :D BIT NOW IM BACK AND HOPE FULLY WILL START WRITING AGAIN. MY LAPTOP IS ON LIFE SUPPORT AND DYING :)

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"Aren't you aware of what this ship says about you as a person?"

No? Because my shipping habits and what I enjoy in a fictional context have nothing to do with my actions irl?

"But the ships condones/romanticizes abuse!!"

If you let fiction dictate your morality, then that'd be a problem. Thankfully though most people have enough braincells to distinguish bad things that happen in fiction, and real actual abuse that happens irl. The fact that some people can't, has nothing to do with the piece of fiction's existence.

"But what if children see it!!"

It's not my job to look out for people who can't distinguish reality from fiction, plus why the fuck would it be my fault that these children's parents aren't doing their job? The internet has never been a safe space, and it's never going to be. I tag my ships, so if they didn't filter them out, it's safe to say that they searched them up themselves. Note that they can still filter them out any time.

"I kin a character and it makes me uncomfortable that nsfw art gets made of me/them!"

Filter it out. You're not entitled to gatekeep a whole character from a certain part of the fandom just because you don't like their content. It's not anyone's responsibility to make you feel comfortable, especially if they don't even know about your existence. Block them if you have to.

"It triggers my trauma!!"

Again, filter it out or block the user. It's not the author's or artist's responsibility to cater to you. Also, remember that what makes you feel comfortable, could be someone else's trigger. Your trauma and triggers aren't more important than theirs. If they can filter out what makes them uncomfortable, then so can you.

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yeah, love is love. Even platonic love and queer platonic partners. Even aesthetic love. Even love without sex. Even familial love. All love is love.

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I don't even need to add anything.

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

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CRIMINAL MINDS MASTERLIST

- a little somethinnghhgh

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WOAHHHH

Reading amazing fanfiction, then forgetting to bookmark it

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PLEASEEEEEE

Mob boss

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It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

. . . Already? Wasn't it like a few months ago?

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As you fucking should Pookie.

can you trigger tag bisexuality please

no but i can fuck both your parents

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Guys, hear me out oamg?

141 / Baulders Gate 3, in mechs like pacific rim! Jdhhfhdhx

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Awesome piece of animation art 🤯 Reels by alindraws

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Astarion’s simple plan