#cafe writes

[holycafe]

we've been everything you wanted to

a @911actions Gotcha for Gaza prompt for @/lexorcised on twitter

Summary: Buck had always wanted to be a dad, to be Chris' dad, and now he was. Getting body swapped with Eddie wasn't how he'd hoped it would happen. But, you know, semantics.

[Buddie | One Shot | 13k | Teen]

Extract:

Bobby retreated to his office to fill out his incident reports on the calls they’d had so far today, and Eddie made his way over to the couch. Ravi had already left, and when Eddie looked over the balcony, he could see him doing pull-ups in the gym while Chim and Hen weren’t so much restocking the ambulance as they were sitting inside and gossiping.

He and Buck were the only ones up in the loft now, and as Eddie moved closer to the couch, he noticed Buck had his earbuds in while he sat watching something on his phone.

He was watching Freaky Friday.

"Buck," Eddie said as he got close enough to be heard over the headphones, which Buck promptly ripped out as he stared up at Eddie.

"What? Don't-" Buck quickly cast his gaze around the loft, making sure they were alone before he turned back to Eddie, his voice hushed. "Don't look at me like that. You're the one who said this was like Freaky Friday."

"It was an expression. I wasn't saying you should watch it."

"Yeah, well. What else am I supposed to do while we're stuck here? I needed to research."

"And watching a kid's movie is research?"

Buck muttered something in reply that sounded an awful lot like: "It's actually pretty good."

"I-" Eddie sighed, closing his eyes for a second to shake his head before meeting Buck's gaze again. "The point is it's fiction.”

"Well, if you know of any textbooks or documentaries on body swaps that you'd recommend instead, I'm all ears," Buck said, and how did he manage to sound so sincere even when he was being a little shit? "Just…" Buck patted the seat beside him. "Humour me?"

Eddie rolled his eyes but sat down anyway, accepting the earbud that Buck offered him. The film was nearly half an hour in already, but Buck eagerly recapped the beginning. Eddie didn’t like the look in his eyes when he explained how the first way the main characters had tried to switch back to their own bodies was to run at each other and knock their heads together.

“We’re not doing that,” Eddie told him, and Buck threw up his spare hand in innocence.

“I didn’t say we should!”

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[almostsomewheremaybe]

I think of you, and everything in me breaks.

[monkesupreme]

Starving and wasting away etc etc

bonus:

Hes tall and huge and HEAVY and he is so overly active that he has to maintain an insanely high caloric intake to make sure his body doesnt collapse from the strain of everything. He will eat virtually anything but he is spoiled from the best takeout Gotham has to offer: 11$ shrimp and broccoli from the chinese food spot that closes at 4am- among other things.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

☕️ cursed café edits 🧪

The new Disney Villains Cursed Café game has some pretty Twst-coded dialogue 😭 There’s a ton more iconic lines than just this; I just picked some of my favorites from the first few days of gameplay to edit with some of the OB boys + some staff!

(Original screenshots taken from BattleBunny's Youtube playthrough of the game!)

And, finally, just wanted to share that the game ends on this hilarious note:

[a-j-s-the-only]

“…make death proud to take us.”

-Shakespeare, Antony and Cleopatra

[sugaredpastille]

🪴📑🍃☕️- back from an intensely stressful week; it was a bunch of coming and going to lectures and cafes and cramming assignments

stuff i’ve done from sunday to today:

📖- burnt my treasured moka pot

📖- resolved some headache-inducing uni issues (😭)

📖- chinese history reflection paper

📖- chinese history discussion

📖- presented chinese history research

📖- buncha lectures

📖- bawled my eyes out twice in the span of 8 hours

[highdefhoetry]

i'm yours.

cw: nsfw!! female/afab reader, first time having sex (could be loss of virginity or just first time with each other), penetration (penis in vagina), oral sex/eating out, marking/biting/hickies, G-spot stimulation, multiple orgasms, possessiveness, body worship, sex drunk caleb

a/n: i wanted to write something soft and sweet for my first caleb smut. i tried to keep yandere elements, just toned down a bit. please enjoy!

The memory of your first time with him is as clear as freshwater.

The low, warm lighting of the bedroom. The softness of the bed sheets. The faint sound of r&b playing in the background. And the smell of Caleb permeating your senses. His scent was poignant and nostalgic, a mix between your childhood and the rugged man he’s grown into. It happened suddenly yet smoothly, as if he had been planning for this moment for a long time, as if he had been waiting patiently for his chance to strike. 

You had fallen asleep on the couch again. And Caleb, as always, had carried you to bed so he could tuck you in. He laid you down softly, pushed some of your hair out of your face, and leaned in to kiss your forehead. When your eyelids fluttered open, you were met with a warm smile and a friendly chuckle.

“Sorry, pipsqueak. Did I wake you up?”

He sat down on the bed beside you, quietly admiring the way you looked when half-asleep. You called out his name in a soft voice, barely audible yet not failing to reach his ears. 

“Yeah?” he responded, leaning over you with both hands at either side of your body, trapping you in place on the bed. His amethyst eyes locked onto yours, filling you with an indescribable emotion. When you glanced away, he took your chin in hand and turned your head back towards him.

“Look at me.”

Now, there was no escape. He caressed your bottom lip with his thumb, trailing his fingers to the side of your face before cupping your cheek. Then slowly, slowly, he leaned forward for a kiss.

You met his lips willingly, leaving the door wide open to welcome him inside.

He lost his composure within seconds, his tender kiss turning into something ravenous and wild. His teeth bit your bottom lip, his tongue forced its way into your mouth, his breath mingled with yours and left you gasping for air. Big, strong hands gripped your hair, lightly tugging it from the roots for a second or two before pulling harder.

The monster he’d been holding back his whole life had been freed. And he was going to devour you whole.

One arm wrapped itself behind your back, pulling you in close. He climbed on top of you, straddling your waist so that escape was impossible. His other hand roamed your body, groping your breasts, stroking the sides of your waist, grabbing onto your hips and thighs. Your gasps and moans spurred him on, and soon his own voice joined yours. 

“You’re mine…” he mumbled in between hot, staggered breaths. “You’re finally mine…”

His lips grazed your skin, kissing a path from your jaw to your neck. You felt yourself shiver as Caleb’s lips smiled against your skin. A chuckle reached your ears, and the sensation of fingertips crawling up your waist caused electric shocks to ripple through your body. 

“You’ve always been super sensitive, haven’t you?” he mused aloud, making sure to kiss and lick every part of you that he could reach. It’s like he had mapped out your entire body, studied every part of you that made you react the most to his touch. His kisses turned into soft love bites and left lip-shaped marks on your skin. He moved from one side to another, until it felt like your entire neck was covered with his remnants. 

There would be no hiding this come tomorrow. Everyone would know who you belonged to.

One large hand spanked your pussy, forcing a small shriek from your lips. He chuckled and did it again, rubbing his hand against your swollen bud that throbbed from every touch. His thumb circled your clit for a few moments, but only for a few. Unable to hold himself back, he ripped your pajama shorts down your legs to grant himself further access. Next, your pajama top was ripped off, leaving you completely nude. He paused for a moment, seemingly lost in the sight of your naked body. Something he had dreamed of admiring with his own eyes since you both came of age. He seemed almost hypnotized, but soon enough his hunger returned in full force. 

He pulled his sleeveless shirt off over his head and tore off his pants and boxers with lightning speed. You looked down and saw his pulsing cock, mouth gaping as you took on his size and shape. He was big. And thick. Its girth was more than modest, and the reddish tip curved up slightly. He pushed it against your opening, but didn’t go inside. Instead, he pressed his lips against yours in another desperate kiss, hands trailing down your body one last time before resting on your thighs.

A small line of spit connected the two of you when he pulled away from the kiss. Your eyes locked onto one another, gazing into their depths for several long moments before he finally looked away. He shifted downwards, took your thighs in both hands to spread them apart so he could bury his face in between them. His mouth encompassed your lips and clit, sucking and licking them in worship of your pleasure. You grabbed fistfuls of his hair, mewling in a high pitched voice as he ate you out hungrily. He tasted every inch of you, licked between the folds, stuck his tongue into your hole. The tip of his tongue swirled around your bud, lingering there while you sang in octaves and reached your crescendo. When your back arched and your toes curled, he kissed up your stomach until he reached your face. You tasted yourself on his lips, pushing your own tongue into his mouth to lap up what he had eaten.

The bed sheets beneath you were soaking wet. A thin sheen of sweat covered your skin, along with his. He glided inside you smoothly, taking care not to hurt you despite his massive size. His cock filled you up completely, hitting your G-spot in just the right way to make you scream. That curved tip of his was a perfect fit. As if you were made to be together.

Once he eased his way into you, his strokes became swift and rapid. He lost all control, fucking you like an animal who had lost all inhibitions. First he stayed in missionary, to look at the contorting expressions on your face as he pushed himself deep inside you. Then, he lifted your legs in the air and rested them on his shoulders, still pounding into your tight little hole. He grunted with every pump, each one more euphoric than the last. His eyes glaze over with pleasure and affection, as if he was living out a lifelong daydream. Little droplets of sweat drip from his forehead onto your body, mixing with your own.

He took your ankles in both hands and held them out to either side, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper. All the while his eyes focused on your face, drinking in the pleasure reflected in your eyes. You made sounds you didn’t think were possible, spluttered out remnants of sentences and words that never quite came to be. 

It was amazing. It was phenomenal. It was something you’d never forget for as long as you lived.

He fucked you for a long time, refusing to cum until he was satisfied. And back then, it felt like he never would be. He whispered your praises over soaked, sweat-stained sheets, affection falling from his lips like droplets of water.

“Mine… all mine…” he said while grasping your hips.

“I’ll never let you go…” he grunted before gripping the backs of your thighs.

“You’ll always belong to me…” he growled as he nibbled your ear.

You lost count of how many times you came, how much pleasure rippled through your body, how many moans had fallen from your lips. Your nails dug into his skin whenever they grasped part of him. There were marks on his forearms, his shoulders, his back. Marks that claimed him as yours, mirroring the ones he left behind on you.

After what felt like forever, he suddenly exploded inside of you. Warm cum filled you up, so much that it dripped out of your hole long after he pulled out. He stared at the thick white cream with a wicked smile, laying his last claim on you. His fingers gently caressed the teeth marks on your thighs, as well as the ones on your neck and collarbone. He leaned forward and kissed every single one until each mark on your skin had been soothed by his lips.

“Are you alright?” he asked while stroking your cheek with his thumb. “I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

You shook your head and threw your arms around his neck. He smiled and kissed your cheeks and forehead.

“I want to hear you say it,” he demanded, running his long fingers through your hair. “Say you’re mine. You already know I’m yours.”

You paused for a moment, gazing into the deep plum of his eyes that longed for your returned feelings. Then, after kissing him one last time, you said the words he wanted to hear the most.

“I’m yours.”

[logophilist1982]

Used books aesthetic

[sirhamburrger]

worth it - m. kaiser x f!reader in which you decide to give it another shot with with each other.

tags/cw: exes to lovers, crack (see original req ask) || wc: 1k-ish (i have gone insane)

courtesy of kai’s cat café! - 150 followers event café menu || order progress asks closed.

michael kaiser is convinced his life is 100% a joke. there’s no other explanation for why he’s currently sitting in a dimly lit, overpriced restaurant, waiting for a blind date that his best friend, ness, had insisted he go on.

it'll be fun, ness had said. you haven't dated since her, so just give it a shot.

michael doesn’t do blind dates, doesn’t do serious relationships, and he certainly doesn’t do surprises - which is precisely why he’d refused ness’s ridiculous proposition at first. but between his friend’s relentless nagging and his own begrudging admission that his love life had the excitement of a damp sock, he had caved eventually.

and now, as he swirls the wine in his glass like some kind of brooding movie villain, he wonders if this is the universe’s idea of a cruel prank.

because the person who just walked through the restaurant doors - the person he's meant to be on a blind date with - is none other than you.

michael nearly chokes on his drink at the first glimpse he gets of you. you don’t see him at first, distracted as you scan the restaurant, looking for whoever your own meddling friend had set you up with. when your eyes land on him, your entire body stiffens, and he watches as you cycle through the five stages of grief in record time.

he knows exactly what you're thinking, because he’s thinking the exact same -

out of all the people in the world, why you?

your relationship had ended on less-than-great terms. there had been yelling, multiple dramatic exits and even more dramatic re-entrances, and at one point, if he recalls correctly, a very unnecessary but satisfyingly cinematic slow clap. it had been over a year since the breakup, and though time was supposed to heal all wounds, he wasn’t sure if it applied to two people as ridiculously petty as the both of you.

you take a deep breath and approach the table, walking like someone being led to their inevitable doom. “this is a joke, right?” you say, pulling out the chair with a familiar enthusiasm - the enthusiasm with which one might do the dishes, maybe.

michael leans back in his chair, trying to appear nonchalant even though he’s nothing but. you look good, infuriatingly so.

“trust me, if i were trying to pull a prank, it’d be something a lot more elaborate than this.”

you sigh, shoulders slumping. “so, what? our friends thought it would be hilarious to set us up?”

“looks that way.”

silence stretches between you, heavy with the weight of tense, withering stares and poor life choices, and michael, for all his arrogance, finds himself at a rare loss for words. he should say something clever, maybe. something that would put him back in control of this bizarre situation. instead, he blurts out, “you look... less mad than i expected.”

you blink. “i just got here. give it a minute.”

a beat of silence. then, against all odds, you both snort at the same time.

somehow, you make it through the meal without either of you throwing your drinks in the other’s face. the conversation starts awkward, progresses to dangerous levels of sarcastic, and before long, you’re both swapping old inside jokes, complete with exaggerated impressions of each other. by the time dessert arrives, you’re laughing so hard you nearly snort crème brûlée out of your nose.

reality seems to hit the two of you, then, turning the sweetness of the custard bitter on your tongues.

you poke at your half-eaten dessert with your fork, your voice quieter when you finally speak again.

“do you ever wonder if we could’ve done things differently?”

he pauses, fork halfway to his mouth. he should brush it off, throw out some cocky remark. but instead, he casts his pride aside, sets his fork down and meets your gaze.

“yeah,” he admits. “i do.”

you nod as if you expected that answer. “at least we know our friends are absolutely useless.”

he scoffs. “truly the worst.”

the check arrives, and the night reaches its fated conclusion. you both step outside, the cool air nipping at your skin. for a moment, neither of you move, standing there like two characters in a sitcom finale that never got renewed.

finally, you exhale, pulling your coat tighter. “well. goodbye, kaiser.”

something in his chest tightens at the way you say it. he forces a smirk, shoving his hands into his pockets. “see you around, liebling.”

you roll your eyes at the old pet name but don’t comment. instead, you turn and walk away, down the block. the night seems to swallow you up in seconds.

he watches you go, exhaling. he should turn around and walk the other way. should go home, pretend this night never happened.

but then, just as you reach the corner, you stop.

you hesitate.

and then, as if it takes every ounce of courage you have, you turn back around.

“kaiser.”

he’s already moving before you say anything else, crossing the distance between you with the same reckless abandon he’s always had. you open your mouth, maybe to say something witty, maybe to say nothing at all, but he doesn’t give you the chance.

because before he can overthink it, before either of you can change your minds, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you.

it’s not perfect. it’s a little clumsy, and more a little desperate. but when you kiss him back, fingers tangling in the fabric of his jacket, he swears it might be the best decision he’s made in a long, long time. and when you finally pull away, breathless and a little stunned, you stare at him like you can’t quite believe what just happened.

michael grins, cocky and familiar and maybe just a little hopeful.

“so,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “think our friends would find it hilarious if we gave this another shot?”

you laugh, shaking your head. “they’d be insufferable.”

he hums, tilting his head. “worth it, though?”

you pretend to consider it, but you both already know the answer.

“yeah,” you whisper, smiling giddily. “worth it.”

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[tofubutter27]

Sometimes the best thing to do is to look at the sky and think of nothing.

[holycafe]

Mending

a @911actions Gotcha for Gaza prompt for @/Nash_Hankid on twitter

Summary: Eddie thinks he just might have hit an all new low by letting his ex-wife's girlfriend set him up on a blind date with her coworker. Nothing could have prepared him for meeting Buck.

[Buddie | One Shot | 7.3k | Teen]

Extract:

“Come on, you’ll love this guy,” Lucy laughed. “I work with him; he’s got a heart of gold if I’ve ever seen one. Smart too. And great with kids.”

“Ooh, is this Buck?” Shannon asked, looking fully on board with Lucy’s suggestion.

‘Buck’?

Where had Eddie heard that name before?

Shannon must have recognised the look on his face because she quickly explained. “He’s the guy who gave us Carla.”

Oh.

Well, that had been kind.

More than kind, actually; it was a miracle.

Between Eddie and Shannon’s work, his studying, and Abuela still recovering from her broken hip, they had been drowning.

And then along came Carla to hand them a life raft.

“He also made the cupcakes that I gave you for Chris’ bake sale a few months ago.” He’d known Shannon hadn’t made those herself; she was a great cook, terrible baker. Eddie could do better than her, and that was saying something. “And –” Shannon quickly tapped something out on her phone before turning it to show him. “- he looks like this.”

She had Instagram open to a picture of Lucy in a bar, her arm slung around a man half a foot taller than her with sleek blond curls, a big grin, and bright eyes.

And, yeah, he was also built like a house. With thick, strong legs and arms that looked like they were sculpted from marble.

“He needs help getting dates?” Eddie asked, sceptically. “What’s wrong with him?”

“So much,” Lucy deadpanned, and Eddie shook his head, the rejection already on his lips, when she raised her hands placatingly.

“She’s joking,” Shannon said with a roll of her eyes.

“Probably not the time,” Lucy admitted, not sounding at all remorseful. “Listen, Buck’s just had a string of bad luck and bad relationships, that’s all. He’s good, I promise.”

[Read it on AO3]

[literaryaida]

20.06.24 | outline session today. had to do major structural changes so decided to start from scratch. felt demotivated for a while, i should just stop being so hard on myself and just write 😌

[m4iya]

⋆⭒˚.⋆𝜗𝜚 Order up! Brown sugar milk tea, 100% sugar, 100% ice with black pearls for @moochiwoochi!

Morning Coffee Sakusa Kiyoomi (fluff, crack, mutual pining, post high school)

Every morning for the past few weeks, at nearly the exact same time, the entry bell to the cafe you worked at would ding. In would walk a tall curly headed man, ordering the same thing each time. Once in a while, you'd offer him a baked treat, and he'd accept. Not many words would be exchanged between the two of you, but as time went on, you couldn't shake the curiosity that began to bubble up inside you.

As time passed, you'd begin to anticipate his arrival as one of the first people entering the store at the beginning of your shift. You'd began to apply just a little more lipgloss before leaving the house, touching up your makeup here and there even though you'd never paid it much mind before.

You'd never seen his entire face due to the covering he seemed to always be wearing. Though, as he left the store, drink in hand, you sometimes saw him pull it down a little to take a sip as he pushed the door open with his foot.

Tying your apron in the backroom of the kitchen, you decided that today would be the day that you finally speak to him. But how? And what would you say to someone you'd never had a conversation with before? A couple thoughts rushed through your head as you took one last glance in the mirror, the sound of the entry bell ringing in the background. You hurriedly rushed back to the front of the cafe, standing at the register where you saw him glancing over at the pastries in the display case.

You decided to start with a simple greeting - maybe something funny too?

"Going for something else today?" You smiled.

Surprise momentarily engulfed you as he shot you an unamused side-eye before turning his attention back to the case of sweets.

'So this is how it's going to be.' You thought to yourself before revising your expression, plastering another smile onto your face.

After he was done with his intense inspection of the pastries, he placed his order which was unusually large this time, consisting of a few drinks and sweets. Who on earth would be drinking 3 coffees and an iced chocolate this early? You didn't think he would eat 2 chocolate croissants and 3 strawberry danishes on his own either. As he swiped his card across the machine to pay, you took this as another opportunity to at least try to strike up a conversation.

"Meeting up with someone?" You asked, bagging his items.

"Kind of." He replied, slotting his card into his wallet and slipping it into his jacket pocket.

Holding the bag out to him, he grabbed it from the bottom, holding the handles once you let go. The bell rang once more as he left, and you resumed your work. You shifted around the store, cleaning up coffee cups and wiping down tables when you noticed something laying atop the counter in front of the register. Someone had left their phone there - though it didn't look like it belonged to any of the older ladies who were enjoying a breakfast at the front of the cafe. You still asked just in case, and they confirmed your thoughts.

Setting the phone aside, you wondered if it might be for the man who was at the counter not too long ago. Either way, you'll probably see him again tomorrow if he forgets to retrieve it today - there was plenty of time.

During your break, you took the phone to the 'lost items' box in the back room, sliding onto one of the chairs and enjoying your lunch. After only a few bites into your sandwich, a faint vibrating sound could be heard from the direction of the box you had placed the phone in. Following the noise, you discovered the screen of the phone was lit up; somebody was ringing.

Deciding to click the answer button, you placed the phone on speaker. Maybe you could tell whoever was it was that the owner had lost his phone.

"Didn't I tell you to change my contact name?"

"How come? Whats wrong with Oomi? See, I even put a mask emoji as well..”

You heard bursts of laughter in the background as whoever was on the other side sounded like they were fighting - albeit pretty calmly. Though it didn't seem to be a very long lasting squabble, as it was soon noticed that you’d answered.

"Hello?" You spoke up first. The line fell silent, save for a few subtle voices.

"Giving girls your phone, omi-omi?" Someone sneered in the background.

"Give me that."

"Hey!"

It seemed that he took the phone from the callers hand, opting to speak directly into it instead.

"You have my phone." He bluntly spoke.

"Yeah, you left it at the cafe earlier today."

A pang of silence ran through the speaker as he seemed to have realised who you were.

"Right.." His voice trailed off, softening ever so slightly. “What time does your shift end?"

"5’ o clock." You replied.

"I'll be there before then. Just keep it on the side if you can." His voice was somewhat hushed - maybe he didn’t want the others to hear? Even though he'd only said a few words to you, he seemed somewhat easier to talk to than he had this morning.

Throughout the rest of the day, you wondered if the boys in the background of the call were the ones he had bought the sweets and drinks for. A study session? Maybe they were hanging out together. You began to realise how little you knew about him considering you'd never shared a full conversation before. Thoughts swept your mind as you began to wonder how old he was, if he was in college and what he’d be studying - heck, you didn’t even know his name. And calling him what those guys had said on the other side of the phone didn’t exactly sound like something he’d be too happy about.

You found yourself glancing at the clock every few minutes, wondering how long until another 10 minutes would pass. You’ve never worked so fast before - nor had you been so eager to clock off. You had so many questions to ask him, wondering if he’d even answer any; you let them accumulate inside your already crowded headspace.

At exactly 5:00, you rushed into the employee room to freshen up a little, washing your face and applying some perfume. You made sure not to forget the reason why he was meeting you in the first place, sliding his phone into your pocket. Taking one last glance in the mirror before hoisting your handbag over your shoulder, you left the store, standing at the front where he mentioned he’d be waiting.

Stepping outside the store, you noticed a car stopped on the side of the road, its headlights still gleaming. The drivers seat window began to lower, a familiar pair of eyes meeting yours.

“Hey!” You waved walking towards the car. He stepped out, closing the door behind him.

“Here’s your phone.” He slipped it back into his pocket, thanking you.

This wasn’t exactly how you’d imagined it playing out. The plethora of questions you’d accumulated over time suddenly disappeared with him standing right in front of you.

Without a counter separating the two of you, things felt different. For one, you didn’t realise how tall he was, nor did you notice the slight frizz in his curls that seemed somewhat styled earlier in the day. The way the light of the afternoon sun lightly glossed over his skin - you simply couldn’t look away.

He cleared his throat. “Are you heading home now?”

“Yeah,” You replied, adjusting the strap of your handbag. “I just need to wait for the bus.”

He turned towards the door of his car, opening it. “Won’t it be late by the time you get home?”

“Kind of, but I’m used to it by now.” You shrugged.

“That doesn’t sound very safe if you ask me,” He said, slipping into the drivers seat and closing the door. “I’ll take you home.”

“No, don’t worry, I’ll be safe!” Embarrassed, you waved your hands in front of you in an attempt to clear the air.

Though he didn’t exactly look like the negotiable type, as he simply stared back at you with an expression that read ‘Just get in.’

Hesitantly, you walked to the other side of the car and stepped inside, placing your handbag on your lap and pulling the seatbelt over yourself. His car seemed like it had just been driven out of a dealership - it looked completely brand new. There was also a faint smell of sandalwood and vanilla - a very pleasant smell, and it was well ventiated. Below your feet was a duffel bag which was pushed as far into the leg space as it could go - as if he was expecting someone to sit in the passenger seat.

“Well? Are you going to tell me where to drop you off?”

“Oh, right! Let me just pull it up on the maps..” Embarrassed, you dipped your head to search on your phone, almost sure you heard a small laugh from the drivers seat.

As you directed him through the streets, you shared a simple conversation, finding out that he wasn’t currently a college student, but instead a professional volleyball player; and the people on the phone from earlier? Those happened to be some of his team-mates.

“I had no idea,” You chuckled. “I don’t really watch any sports. But I’d watch you play!”

“That’d be nice.” He replied, turning the wheel into the street before yours. “Oh, i’m just down there to the right,” You pointed out. “You can just drop me off here if you like.” He turned on the indicator to take the next street. “I’m already here, might as well get you home.”

Pulling into the street, he stopped in front of the apartment complex you signalled was yours.

"You really didn't have to do all this.." One hand held a grip on your bag, the other on the passenger door. You wondered if you'd ever get the opportunity to speak to him other than just a greeting in the mornings - more than the conversation the two of you shared on this short trip to your home.

"Didn’t you find my phone?" He replied, shifting the car into 'park' and turning to face you. "Someone could've stolen it."

"You'd be able to easily afford another one though."

"Yeah - well, thats," He sighed, a small smile tugging at the edge of his lips. "Thats not the point,"

"Does your shift end at the same time everyday?"

You nodded. "Yeah, why?"

He held his phone, tapping a few things before handing it to you. "I can take you home in that case. But I'd need to let you know when I'd be waiting outside, no?"

You paused, looking at the empty contact screen he handed you; was he expecting you to fill it in?

Taking the phone from his hand, you saved your name and typed in your number, handing it back to him.

"You've never called me by my name, you know?"

"I don't usually need to call a cafe worker by their name."

"Is that an excuse?" You teased. "Because from when I stepped foot into your car, you've never called my name - not even once."

"Um, not necessarily..?" His voice trailed off.

"It's on my name-tag. You know, the one thing hanging off my apron at work."

"I didn't see it, alright?" He sighed, exasperated. "But you don't seem to know mine either." He shot back.

"Come to think of it, I may have already known it from before." Your thoughts trailed back to the phone call from earlier.

"Really? What is it then?"

You had to control yourself from bursting out into laughter as a chuckle escaped you alongisde your words. "Is it.. Omi? Omi-omi?"

"He’s so going to regret that."

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

cat!tweels

I need you to look at these cat form eels 🤡 I'm so used to seeing fan art of cat!Floyd and cat!Jade, so it's so wild for me to see Disney actually go and do it with Flotsam and Jetsam...

[chosprincess]

café bisous

punk band!choso x barista!reader

summary: y/n and her friends all work at the cutest coffee shop together! however, being short-staffed is hitting the business hard. luckily there are three new employees ready to help! and even luckier, one is the brother to the guitarist of the popular punk band Curse. (> 。☆)

tags: choso x fem reader, coffee shop au, punk band au, barista au, college au, social media au, modern au, no curse au, yuji/choso/sukuna brother au, slow burn (not TOO slow burn tho im not insane)

warnings: playful use of kys/kms jokes, i made toge kind of fruity LMAO (also lots of big back jokes from him)

date: 6/30-…

a/n: this is my first so im gonna do a lot of experimenting with it :0 i love band au shit so this might not be the only fic i do with that trope

taglist: closed ty to everyone for wanting notifs :)

PROFILES🎀

♡ y/n’s cafe bitches

♡ choso and the other members of curse

♡ nobara and friends

INTRODUCTIONS 🪽

I. cafe introduction ♡ big back

II. curse introduction ♡ dior sauvage

III. trio babies introduction ♡ freaks of nature

CHAPTERS MASTERLIST🧁

ch. 1 ♡ /srs

ch. 2 ♡ urethra!

ch. 3 ♡ interview

ch. 4 ♡ bro-date

ch. 5 ♡ who said that!

ch. 6 ♡ sister in law

ch. 7 ♡ the sleepover

ch. 8 ♡ the morning after

ch. 9 ♡ what are best friends for?

ch. 10 ♡ speedrun your blackout

ch. 11 ♡ training arc

ch. 12 ♡ operation mommy y/n

ch. 13 ♡ backfire?

ch. 14 ♡ oh yuji

ch. 15 ♡ a spanking

ch. 16 ♡ sweetheart

[notquitebunnie]

WHB Cat Café AU

Gehenna

Treat feeding facts below

Satan WILL attack your hand if you dangle treats in front of him

Ppyong will sit on his hind legs and beg with his front paws

Sitri will sit there and stare at the treat before leaving, he’s only interested in catnip or silvervine tea

Belial can give you paw, when you ask for it both him and Jjyu will give you paw, be sure to reward them both. Jjyu will run away if he’s not with Belial.

Zagan doesn’t like receiving treats from strangers’ hands, leave it on the floor. But otherwise he’ll rub his face on your hand before eating the treat

Astaroth will sniff the treat first, then eat it, putting his paws on your hand to secure it

Leraye will do tippy taps for the treats

Paimon will gently grab the treats from your hand