#cat batch cafe

[dreamingfoxproductions]

From then on paint was banned from the cafe.

Introducing my new lil Bad Batch au called Cat Batch Cafe! I'll have more info (hopefully) on it on May 1 in celebration of the Bad Batch finale.

[clownbloody]

It was asked that Hunter be a Cat boy and who am I to deny such a request.

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[mediumsizedpidegon]

Another avenue I want to explore in an Amity Park is Weird scenario is all the niche sub-cultures going on.

There is absolutely NO WAY there isn't a thriving goth community in Amity Park. They're holding picnics every full moon. They're holding crafting sessions in their friends' basements. They're adopting ghost animals left and right: eight-legged dogs and blob-cats, skeletal fish and neon bearded dragons.

There's a young man called Raphael who performs live music every week at a dance club with his band: he's got a myriad of shiny piercings, and a phone camera roll full of his rabbits, Morningstar and Salem. Perhaps those ghosts are bad business like the Fentons say, but the club's never felt more alive.

The scene and emo kids are multiplying at a rapid rate. The punks and grunge folks are doing shit with textiles that makes every quilting grandmother in a five mile radius swoop in to pass on their skills. Josie and Betty, old friends who periodically upload photos online of their handmade lace, suddenly gain an influx of young folks who want to learn how to make their own ghoulish patterns.

There's a new group peeling off from the goths that dress like the embodiment of Halloween– all bones, pumpkin orange and lengths of costume jewelry.

The historical costuming community is alive and well in these times, and they fall upon the few ghosts from times past willing to share knowledge like starving wolves. Their minds are full of patterning-math and fabric prices, and their excitement is, quite literally, infectious.

A revolution starts up in food service: a great many restaurants closed or moved to follow the many people who left Amity after the ghosts first came. A pair of brothers open a restaurant that has the best Polish food around: people politely don't comment on how the owners are dressed in clothes a century out of date or how their eyes gleam. Two cat cafes open, one space themed and another with loose definitions of what counts as a "cat." Assorted coffee and tea shops dot the landscape: some serve donuts, some have cupcakes, and others have breakfast wraps, sandwiches or savory hand pies.

People that can't afford to open a restaurant sell food out of their homes, advertised by cardboard signs with phrases like CAKES FOR $10, and BARBEQUE RIBS FOR SALE painted on them in gigantic bright letters. High school students bring in bags of cookies they made the night before and completely sell out of stock before the day is done. One woman's house has no signage and yet is known by word of mouth to be a herbalist, selling tins of homemade tea blends, flowers, assorted plant clippings, and cough drops.

Someone down the street of Casper High sells small batches of eco-friendly soap at a nearby corner store.

During summer time, lemonade stands are everywhere. Some of the lemonade is made with the strange fruits from one of the parks: no one dies, so it's fine.

The Farmer's Market has gotten... intense.

[cherryredstars]

OKAY OKAY but IMAGINE

A reader who owns a cafe and this grumpy ahh Miguel always orders one specific item which usually no one buys. Reader notices the small details about this regular guy cuz well it’s MIGUEL reader has a tint crush.

One day spiderman saves the reader from thieves or something. Basically he ends up in her cafe and as a thank you the reader offers food and he just sighs instinctively picking the same dessert and muscle memory doing a trick.

Basically WHAT IM SAYING IS imagine the reader next time Miguel orders at their cafe puts a lil spider themed candy

They somehow signal him that: HAHA I KNOW WHO YOU ARE GRUMPY >:3

(Using >:3 to tell you the reader has chaotic energy.)

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: Mentions of Attempted Mugging

Summary: It simply can’t be a coincidence.

Word Count: 1.2K (Not Edited)

There’s something mysterious about that man. 

Yes, it may have to do something with his gigantic size and almost too wide shoulders. Or the fact he always looks like he’s a second away from shoving the next person out of the way. Oh and how can you forget the part where he has only said the same seven words to you since he’s been here. Medium coffee, black. Add one of those. Then he proceeds to point at the display at the one pastry you can never sell out. No thank you’s, please’s, how are you’s. He quite literally only says those seven words and then grunts at any of your questions. He’s only ever said one extra word to you, which was his name the first time he visited because he paid in cash.

Honestly, you find him very intimidating. He’s the only reason that non-selling pastry is still available. Usually, you’d have it removed and replaced with another item. But you absolutely dread the idea of him being pissed at you for removing the only other item he gets daily. Plus, you don’t want your existence to be reduced to three words. So, it’s here to stay. You just make it in the smallest batch possible and then give the extras, along with other leftover pastries, to the local soup kitchen to give out the next day. Even then, you’re pretty sure they end up throwing away the pastry at the end of the day since no one wanted it. 

Nonetheless, it’s only right to give back to the community around you. No matter what gets eaten or not. At least they get the choice to decide if they want to try it. It’s better than throwing out all the food when you know there are people who could need it. Mondays are always the busiest days, so you make sure to make a little extra pastries and food to be able to give a pleasing amount to the kitchen. As you stuff the last of the remaining pastries into the box, you close it up and stack it on top of the first box. You pull on the handles of the bag under everything, having them securely supported for easy carry. You grab your canvas bag from the backroom, checking your prep in the fridges and freezers one last time before getting ready to leave. You grab the bag of pastries as you make your way to the back door, once again thankful that you don’t have to lock it since it’s not accessible from the outside. 

As you begin to walk down the small stone steps and out of the small indent on the street, something behind you rattles. You jump slightly, hand tightening on the bag as you turn around quickly. The hairs on the back of your neck stand as you squint into the darkness, trying to spot something. You slightly relax as nothing seems out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was a stray cat or even a mouse. The thought makes you scrunch up your nose and you begin to turn around again so you can make it to the shelter before it closes its doors for the night. 

You instantly scream as you come faced to face with a man in a ski mask. He instantly covers your mouth, pushing you against the back door. You almost trip as you’re forced to walk up the steps and your body tenses as it hits the door. You feel something cold and metallic against your side, eyes widening as you attempt to look down. It’s hard with his hand covering part of your face and it takes him shaking you and slightly banging your head against the door to realize he’s speaking to you about money and jewelry. You can feel your hands trembling, tears welling up. You almost want to sob and yell when you notice another figure approaching behind the man. 

Oh how perfect, there’s two.

But you’re surprised when the figure grabs the man’s shoulder, revealing the almost shiny blue and red of a familiar costume. The man is quickly yanked off of you, and you take a sharp inhale now that your mouth is uncovered. You watch the commotion with wide eyes as the figure- as Spiderman- quickly disarms the mugger and pulls out makeshift handcuffs. The man struggles in them as he sits at the hero’s feet. Spiderman makes no notice to him, instead focusing on a floating screen as he reports the incident via an anonymous tip for the police station. 

You’re still struggling to wrap your mind around what just happened when the Spider turns to you, “You okay?”

You blink rapidly, nodding almost numbly, “Uh, yeah… I think. Thank you.”

He gives you a grunt and if you had a clearer mind, you might have recognized it. As the hero turns to leave you call out. He lets out another grunt of displeasure, but you pay little attention to it as you set the pastry bag down and pull out the box from the top. 

“Take one. They’re leftovers from today, but they’re still good. Consider it my thank you.”

You open the box and peer inside of it as you present it to him. It’s full of small sandwiches, a few different flavors of bread slices, and in the corner there are few of Miguel’s usual pastries. You expect the spider to go for one of the sandwiches, but your eyes widen as he takes three of Miguel’s pastry. You stare at the spot they had been in the box before staring at the hero. There is simply no way.

Your eyes study the hero, taking in his build for the first time. Enormous height and wide shoulders. Same posture and same pastry. Surely, it couldn’t be a simple coincidence. You slowly close the box, holding the sides of it tightly as the hero starts to deport. You stare after him in astonishment, even as the sound of police cars start sounding and two officers rush into the alley to find the tied up mugger and you. 

There is simply no way.

You show up early the next day to the bakery. You take care making everything, letting them cool slightly before putting them in the display cases. Once the doors open, the usual morning rush spews in, and you spend the next two to three hours serving customers. As per usual, he comes right as the morning rush ends, and you feel a giddiness as he walks up to the counter. 

“Medium coffee, black. Add one of th-” You smile widely when he pauses.

His eyes are trained to his pastry. Today it looks different. In the center of the flakey dough there is a cut out of a spider, revealing the filling inside. He squints at it, leaning his face closer to the glass to view it. When he looks up to you, he can see the knowing glint in your eyes and the teasing smirk on your face. He sighs, something between displeased and amused before he stands up straight again. 

“Add one of those.” He finishes his previous sentence, pulling out his card to pay. 

“Sure thing,” You smile, approving the transaction before turning around and getting started on his coffee. “...Spiderman.”

From the grunt behind you, you know he heard.

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[wisteria726]

First batch of cats have been made. Sadly one will have to be left out if I make 2 households (one with Ccino one with Nightmare), but at least it kinda works out since I don't think it's possible to make a ghost cat for Reaper.

Doing this I realized why the fuck is Epic looking like a panda under that hoodie and why is Cross a skunk

Cat and character designs by @ask-the-cat-cafe

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 32]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.3K

"Ready to go?" Yunho poked his head into the kitchen. You nodded, putting away the cloth you were using to wipe the counters. He smiled and straightened up, walking in. The both of you grabbed your things from the locker room.

"Have fun~" Hongjoong wished while the rest of the boys waved to you and Yunho.

"Thank you." You cleared your throat, looking away shyly. Yunho laughed and waved to his friends before opening the back door for you to walk out first.

"Today was a good day." Yunho said, immediately holding your hand.

"Mhmm, the items moved quite fast. Luckily we had extra ingredients to make an extra batch of muffins." You chuckled.

"So, you're not going to tell me what this date entails?" You raised an eyebrow as Yunho opened the passenger door for you. Yunho shook his head, making the action of zipping his lips.

"We're going to play. That's all I'm telling you." He had a cheeky grin on his face.

"Oh but first, before we go, customary to every date." Yunho reached into the back seat and presented you with a bouquet of flowers. You softened as you held the bouquet in your arms. With Yunho always giving you different types of bouquets, you have grown to appreciate flowers a lot more.

"Thank you, Yunho. They're always so pretty." Reaching over, you held his face and brought it closer to you so you could give him a peck on the cheek.

"You're welcome." He smiled, reaching over to hug you. You giggled as you watched his ears turn red.

"Alright, let's go." Yunho started the car. He reached over to hold your hand, other hand resting on the steering wheel to drive.

"We're here!" Yunho stopped the car, parking. From the parking lot, you were not exactly sure which shop Yunho was going to bring you too. Yunho ran over to your side, helping you out.

"I can't even begin to guess which shop we're going to." You chuckled, stepping out.

"Stop trying to guess and enjoy the surprise. Also, you might not want to bring the flowers." Yunho advised. Your eyes widened.

"Okay, now I'm slightly scared." You joked but turned around to leave the bouquet in the passenger seat. Yunho reached around you to lock the car, not acknowledging the slight fear he made you feel. You held his hand and let him lead you.

"Ta da!" He stopped in front of the shop you were both going to. You looked up at the sign.

"I don't get it, you brought me to your home?" You turned to him, a playful glint in your eye. Yunho shot you a flat look, not finding your joke funny.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." He rolled his eyes, making you laugh. Yunho decided to bring you to a dog cafe.

"I mean, I love it. But can I ask why you chose this place?" You tilted your head.

"Well, I know you haven't been feeling too great, with your dad and all... I read that being around dogs can help release serotonin, which makes you happy, calm and relaxed." He explained.

"Thank you... Yunho. It means a lot." You hugged him. Inside, you were a pile of mush. You knew you didn't deserve him.

"I guess this explains why I feel happier with you around, being around you helps me release serotonin." You giggled. Yunho scoffed, pinching your waist. But before you let him go, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. With an arm around you, Yunho guided you into the shop. He gave his name to the staff.

"You have to order two drinks. You can add on cakes and snacks if you'd like." The lady said, showing you the menu. Yunho ordered coffees for the both of you.

"Alright, I'll bring it to you. This first bag of treats are free. If you want more, it's chargeable." She informed.

"Thank you." You and Yunho bowed, receiving the small bag of treats.

"Shall we sit here?" Yunho suggested a small corner table. You nodded and sat with him in the corner, watching as all the different types of dogs moved around the cafe.

"Luckily we're here on a Monday. It's less crowded." You noted. There was only one other family there.

"Hi, cutie." Yunho watched as a dog approached you, sniffing you cautiously. You smiled softly, stroking the dog's head.

"You're so cute. Have a treat." You carefully laid the treat on your hand, letting the dog eat out of you palm. Once Yunho received your drinks, he came to sit next to you. Seeing you feed the dogs passing so gingerly, he wanted to help you.

"I'll bring them over for you." He said with determination, pouring all the treats onto his hands.

"Yunho, you don't have to-" But it was too late, the dogs excitedly ran over at once, jumping and tackling Yunho to the ground. You took a video of him before smothered by the dogs.

"Are you okay? Do you need help?" You asked.

"N-No! I'm fine. We're just playing." He replied, getting licked in the cheek by one of the dogs. A husky jumped into his lap.

"Oh." You turned when you felt a presence beside you. A golden retriever obediently sat beside you, meeting your eyes. You smiled softly, letting him smell you.

"Hi there. Want a treat?" You giggled, reaching up to rub the dog's ears. He let his tongue fall out of his mouth, showing his content. You took another treat that you had and held it up to him.

"You're so gentle." You cooed as he bit the treat gingerly, as if careful not to accidentally bite you. He seemed to want to be closer to you, carefully stepping his front paws into the space between your legs until his body was almost pressed against yours. You ran your hands down his sides, fluffing his fur.

"Cute..." You smiled. The golden retriever suddenly rested his head on your shoulder, making you wrap your arms around him to hug him.

"Usually Leon is quite active, I've never seen him so docile." One of the staff said to you as she walked pass, watching how Leon just wanted you to hug him.

"Really? He's so sweet and gentle..." You chuckled. Leon nuzzled his head into against your cheek, his tail thumping on the ground excitedly.

"Is that your name, handsome? Leon?" You held his face. He reached out to lick you, as if he was confirming your words.

"You're a good boy, Leon." You giggled.

Yunho, who managed to get away from the puppy pile, sat up and realised you were no longer beside him. But he saw you sitting slightly away, smiling and hugging the golden retriever that stood in your space.

"(y/n)." Yunho came to sit with you, eyeing the golden retriever, who comfortably laid his head on you.

"Oh, Yunho. You managed to escape. This is Leon, he's so sweet and docile. He might be your long lost brother." You stifled a laugh. Yunho clicked his tongue.

"He isn't!" He hissed. Yunho reached out to hold your hand but Leon let out a low growl, surprising the both of you.

"Yah, she's mine." Yunho growled back.

"Are you seriously fighting with a dog, now? He's innocent, he just wants some hugs and love, isn't that right, Leon?" You giggled, hand continuing to stroke Leon and coo at him.

"No, he doesn't. He probably just wants the treats for himself. Selfish." Yunho scoffed. You burst out laughing.

"Yun, you know I'm on this date with you, right?" You pointed out. Yunho pouted, not replying you as he drank his drink. Seeing him sulk, you couldn't help but give in to him. You left Leon and sat beside him, basically leaning your body against him. Yunho's arm came to wrap around you.

"Ha! Can't even remain loyal. Look at him, going to another person just because he has treats." Yunho said, watching Leon give another couple attention because the girl had treats in her hand.

"Hey." You grasped his chin, making him tear his eyes away and face you instead.

"You're the one I like, hmm?" You tilted your head. Yunho nodded, leaning down to press his forehead against yours.

"I'll always be loyal to you and you only." He smiled. You rolled your eyes but the smile never left your face. Yunho wrapped his arms around you, lifting you onto his lap.

"This is indecent. There are kids here." You slapped his arm.

"No, it's not. Get your head out of the gutter." He teased. You pursed yours lips, looking away.

"Aww, look at how small this one is." You cooed, leaning down to pet the small dog. It shivered in its spot, making your heart melt. It must be scared with all the big dogs around. Taking one of your final treats, you held it out to the small dog.

"All the big dogs always get all the attention, huh?" You giggled, rubbing the dog's ear. It contently leaned into your touch, it's hind leg thumping happily.

"You're good with dogs, have you ever had one?" Yunho asked, watching you melt over this small dog.

"Nope, I always wanted one but my dad never allowed one on our estate." You stated.

"Yunho, I know what you're thinking. Please, don't get me a dog. It's sweet and I really appreciate it but I know I can't dedicate the time it needs to care for it properly." You raised an eyebrow at him.

"I-I wasn't thinking that!" He choked but his red ears gave him away. You pinched his cheek, he was predictable by now.

Honestly, Yunho didn't care too much about the dogs. Not that he didn't like dogs. But he was here for you and all that mattered to him was that you were having a good time. He was happy that you were relaxed and comfortable around him. Plus, he felt so warm seeing you interact so gently with the dogs.

Without knowing, you were staring at Yunho while he spaced out. You could tell how tired he was, waking up early with you and having to run the restaurant with the morning crowd.

"Shall we head back?" You suggested. Yunho broke out of his daze, looking at his watch.

"Sure." Yunho nodded, helping you stand up.

"Goodbye, Leon. Be good." You laughed as you kissed his head. You couldn't leave without giving the golden retriever some goodbye pets and affection, much to Yunho's annoyance.

"Alright, that's enough. Let's go." Yunho held your hand and took you out of there.

"So, where do you want to go now? It's too early for dinner." Yunho asked as you both walked in the direction of the car.

"Shall we just head back? We can rest." You suggested. You could keep going but you knew that Yunho was tired, you wanted him to get some rest.

"You sure?" He tilted his head. You nodded with a hum. Yunho wasn't going to argue, deep down, he was feeling the exhaustion of this morning hit him. He wanted to take a nap with you. So he opened the door for you and drove back to his home.

When you entered, you split up to get showered. Yes, Yunho still insisted that you shower in his en suite bathroom. You went to grab your comfy clothes to change into after showering.

"Ah..." You slapped your forehead, digging through your overnight bag.

"What's wrong?" Yunho came over, concerned.

"I must have forgotten to pack my spare sleep shirt. I only have my shorts, I think I left it on my bed and forgot to pack it... It's fine, I'll wear last night's shirt instead." You shook your head.

"(y/n), you don't have to rewear your shirt. You can just borrow mine." He chuckled. You looked at him in confusion.

"You're my girlfriend. Of course you can help yourself to my closet." He said, walking over to his set of drawers to retrieve a shirt.

The thought never crossed your mind. You have worn Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho's clothes but it was different, wearing Yunho's clothes. It was more intimate. But you weren't turned off at that. And him saying you're his 'girlfriend' solidified in your head that Yunho was really going to be a constant in your life.

"Here you go." He handed you one of his comfier black shirts. You received it gratefully with two hands before the two of you split up again to have your showers.

"He really is a giant." You couldn't help but laugh when you looked at your reflection. Yunho's shirt was so big it covered the shorts you wore.

When Yunho came out, his legs nearly gave out at the sight of you swimming in his shirt. It looked like you were wearing a dress.

"Might be a little big on you." He laughed, making you turned around.

"Just a tad." You replied with a grin of your own before continuing what you were doing. You used Yunho's hairdryer to dry your hair, not wanting to wait for your hair to dry before sleeping.

"Come." You waved him over. Yunho obediently walked over to you. You made him sit on the closed toilet bowl before helping him dry his hair.

"My mother always said going to bed with wet hair will give you a headache." You explained.

"She's a smart woman, not going to argue with that." Yunho shrugged. You smiled at his words, Yunho just always knew what to say. You loved the way he spoke about your mother with no wariness or hesitation. Almost as if they have actually met before.

"Are we done yet?" Yunho whined, pressing his ear against your middle as his long arms wrapped around your thighs.

"Yeah, just let me comb it or your hair's gonna stick out everywhere." You chuckled, using your fingers to try and tame Yunho's hair. He patiently stayed still.

"You can go to bed first. I still have a little bit more of my hair to dry." You told him, patting his back.

"No, it's okay." Of course Yunho was going to wait for you. He wasn't THAT tired that he was going to leave you.

"Okay, I'm finally done." The moment you put the hairdryer back into the holder, Yunho swept you up in his arms, making you yelp in surprise and hold onto him.

"Yunho!" You slapped his chest. He let out playful giggles before placing you down on the bed.

"This is now your side of the bed." Yunho smiled proudly. You raised an eyebrow at him as he hugged you and snuggled against you until you could only hug his head. He felt his chest get warm at the feeling of you relaxing in his embrace and lean your head on top of his. Lifting your hand, he kissed your knuckles.

"You smell like me... Hehehe..." He laughed contently to himself.

"Go to sleep, Yunho." You mumbled, stroking his head. It didn't take long for Yunho to do just that, softly snoring as he hugged you to sleep like you were a pillow.

"You must have been really tired..." You gently stroked his cheek. He didn't even flinch or move.

You thought back to the events of today. You feel so different with Yunho, a good different. It almost scared you when you think about how happy he makes you and how happy you are with him.

A part of you still worried that this was too good to be true. But you didn't want to let Yunho go. You didn't know what your life would return to if he wasn't here anymore.

"I love you..." You whispered softly. Did you have the courage to say it to him when he was awake? No. Not yet, at least.

"I promise I'll be better to you. For you." You said to him.

"Please be patient with me... Don't leave me just yet." You continued, feeling tears well up in your eyes but you blinked them away, not wanting them to fall on him. For now, you just savour every moment spent with him. You smiled softly, closing your eyes to sleep.

When Yunho woke up, he was alone in bed. He stretched his limbs out and reached for his phone to check the time. It was almost 8pm, he didn't intend to sleep for so long.

"(y/n)?" He sat up, calling out to you. There was no reply but small sounds coming from the kitchen.

"(y/n)?" Yunho shuffled out to the kitchen. There you were, with your hair up and AirPods in, facing the stove and busy cooking dinner.

"What are you cooking?" Yunho wrapped his arms around you, making you jump in surprise. You turned around to face him and gave him a light disapproving tap on the chest.

"Don't do that..." You frowned. But you removed your AirPods, tucking them back into the case.

"What are you cooking?" He repeated his question, totally unfazed by your scolding, even resting his chin on your shoulder.

"Just a simple dinner. I ordered groceries earlier since your fridge is empty. Luckily they do same day delivery, they came rather quickly." You replied.

"Right... We could have ordered in, you didn't have to cook if you were too tired to." Yunho cleared his throat. He turned to look at your profile, you didn't say that to embarrass him or make fun of him for having no food in the house. You were simply stating what you did. He let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine. Besides, I'd much rather cook than eat out." You shrugged. Plus, you wanted to do something nice for Yunho after all that he does for you. This was the best way to repay him.

"You still haven't told me what you're cooking." Yunho pointed out.

"I'm surprised you haven't guessed it yet... It's your favourite food. Like, ever." You stated.

"Abura soba?!" Yunho's jaw dropped in disbelief. You let out a hum in confirmation. You yelped as Yunho suddenly grabbed your waist and lifted you up.

"Yunho! Put me down!" You squirmed.

"I'm just so happy! You're making me abura soba! And here I was, going to complain that you made me wake up to an empty bed." He grinned, giving you a big kiss on the cheek and put you down.

"Dramatic, much?" You rolled your eyes. You went back to the stove to continue cooking the individual toppings.

"I made both braised minced meat and rolled pork belly chashu, I wasn't sure which you prefer. Although, I guess you would eat both." You chuckled. Yunho nodded and gave a thumbs up, even leaning in closer so you could let him try it.

"Too salty?" You tilted your head.

"Nope. Perfect." His eyes sparkled. You laughed again, Yunho was so enthusiastic about food, you loved it. A part of you just wanted to constantly make food for him.

"For somone that doesn't cook, you sure have an arsenal of knives, pots and pans." You said.

"My mother. She comes over and cooks for me some times. Usually, she drops off side dishes." Yunho explained.

"Can I help with anything?" Yunho asked.

"Actually, I'm already done. Like I said, it's quite a simple dish. All that's left is to boil the noodles. Can you get out the bowls and cutlery for me, please?" You asked.

"Of course." He kissed your temple and went to get the right bowls out. After setting the bowls down, Yunho stood by your side, watching in awe as you assembled a bowl of abura soba for him. He wanted to take his phone out to record the moment but at the same time, he wanted this to be his memory only.

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[bloodyinkandquill]

Slingshot x Reader who works at Thieves Rest!

ok this is going to be a drabble, for anyone who doesn’t know his cafe is going to be renamed thieves rest in the crossroads rework, and for this the person wanted sling to offer reader a job because reader needed money for rent but while working there found catshot’s maid dress and started to tease sling so that’s the basic premise

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You slid the tray of dough into the preheated oven closing the door and setting the timer. You sat back against the counter wiping your forehead with the back of your gloved hand, working at the café was laboring work but it paid your bills so you never complained.

The first time you entered the building was just to get a coffee, you had been so stressed and coffee sounded like a good relief. The café named Thieves Rest had a warm cozy feeling and seemed like a small business so you thought it was a good choice. But when you went to pay for your coffee and pastry you realized how low on money you were, grimacing at your wallet the cashier with blue horns almost resembling cat ears took notice.

“Can you not pay?” He asked mid writing your name on the cup he was holding.

“No I can, I just realized even without buying this I can’t afford rent, shit…” You replied sighing as you pulled out the bux to hand to the demon behind the register.

“Well if you need a job I have been looking for someone else to help out around here,” He then inquired. You didn’t realize he was the owner but decided to go for it, worst case scenario you don’t get it best case you get a new job.

“Really? What do you need? I’m free whenever for like an interview or whatever,” You replied hopefully with a half smile.

“You’d mostly just be cleaning, wiping down tables, dishes, maybe throwing a batch or two of pastries in the oven. We’re not too busy right now if you wanna do it now? We can just sit down for a minute and talk,” He asked gesturing to an empty nearby two seater table. You nodded and he finished writing down your order before handing it off to another worker, one with pink horns, and saying something to her you couldn’t quite pick up.

After that you got the job and had been working there for a few weeks, maybe two months? Luckily you could afford rent now and got along with the other workers well, you learned it was just the owner, Slingshot, and his two roommates who were siblings, Vinestaff and Shuriken.

You came back to reality as the former waved a hand in your face, you hadn’t even realized you had zoned out, you two laughed about it before he said Slingshot needed you to grab something from one of the store rooms.

You nodded and went off to grab whatever it was from some box. While looking you came across something surprising.

“What’s taking so long- it should have been in the first box- Oh.” Slingshot said cutting himself off as his face flushed as you turned to show off a blue and white maid dress you had found in a box with a smirk and quirked eyebrow.

“What’s this?” You teased as he tried to snatch it from your hand but you held it behind your back moving to keep it out of his reach as you laughed at his embarrassed face.

“Give that back! It was just a-a promotional thing the café did forever ago-“ He replied taking swipes for it and you held it away from him laughing.

“What you decided to do a maid café thing? I bet you just wanted to wear a maid dress, wait hold on, does this have a tail?” You questioned surprised before he finally ripped it out of your hands face incredibly red shouting no, likely to both questions.

“Hah, I bet you did, you just wanted to wear a cat maid dress, you wouldn’t even need ears because your horns look like cat ears already!” You teased as he looked away embarrassed, a little pouty over all the teasing. He huffed crossing his arms shaking his head slightly.

“What? Don’t wanna be called a cat? Cause you already seem like one, a little kitty,” You continued, “Just a cute little kitty-cat.” You laughed before stopping as you both looked at each other realizing you called him cute. Now you were blushing slightly too, adverting your eyes to keep away from his gaze.

“Do, do you think I’m cute?” He asked inquisitively a smirk forming on his lips, blush dying down slightly.

“I uh- no, of course not!” You replied hastily shaking your hands in front of yourself slightly. It was his turn to laugh at you as he got a bit closer to your face with a raised eyebrow.

“You sure, cause I’m preeettttttttttyy sure I heard you say I was cute,” He replied drawing out the word ‘pretty’ to get his point across.

“I- I need to go do some uh- dishes,” You responded turning around about to go to the sinks before he lightly grabbed the strap of your blue apron to stop you, it was a light enough grip that you could leave if you truly wanted but you let it stop you, turning around red faced finally meeting his eyes.

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i’ll let yall imagine the rest form there; i’m writing this at the thing i mentioned i had to go to and i’m so hot, fancy clothes are so hot help me, anyways glad to finally finish these two i’ll try and get the next one done, i think it’s the poly reader swocket? that or the icedagger and biograft reader we shall see

[thesmokingguns]

Glazed donuts w/ Izzy Stradlins

MINORS DNI 18+ Contains sexual content

Izzy walked into the cafe, his arm wrapping around the brunette's waist, pulling her back away from the counter she was wiping down and banding her back to his chest with his arm slung over her waist.

“Hello Aya darling.” His kiss landed on her tenor before securing both arms in a hug around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder as she rolled her eyes at the affectionate man. 

“Working, Iz.” She tried to spin away from him but he made a tsk sound, guiding them back towards the kitchen when Sasha was taking out her latest batch of cupcakes. 

As soon as she saw the enter she rolled her eyes in annoyance. 

“You’re lucky this batch needs to cool. Don’t fuck on the counters I bake on, please? I don’t need any help making the glaze for my desserts” The door swung shut behind her and Izzy turned his girl so he could look at her. 

The way he smirked, like a cat that just got the cream made Aya shake her head. 

“You heard her. No sex in the kitchen.” Izzy’s dramatic sigh at Aya’s words had the corners of her lips turning up, his hand in hers as he pulled her through another door to the back alleyway.

“Guess I’m just going to have to fuck you out here then.” Her front was pressed against the brick wall as he let his big hands slide up her thighs, dragging the retro uniform the girls had picked out for their bakery with them. 

They had opened the bakery three months ago in Izzy’s hometown. After he had parted with Guns N Roses he needed a bit of a break to recoup from the loss of a band and having to change his dreams at a point in his life he though he was supposed to be living them. 

Luckily his girl had agreed to go and her loyal best friend had made the trek back to Lafayette where they opened up their coffee shop bakery. Aya made the coffee and ran the books while in the back Sasha cooked up all sorts of treats to serve.

They were already making more money than they expected, the location popular on weekends and early mornings for people in town. They created an atmosphere that thrived and Izzy loved seeing his girl happy and finding her home in a place he loved.

He wanted her always to be at home with him.

His mouth was on her neck, long kisses and sucks as she whimpered, pressing her ass  back and towards where the guitarist was.

“We could go home. It’s just down the street.” she muttered as his lips finally met hers. His hand sliding into the lace of his panties. His middle finger tapped at her clit, circling it as her juices leaked along her seam.

“You say this like I can wait.” He nipped at her lips, “I’m starved for you, Aya darling.” As if to prove his point to his give he dropped to his knees, his face buried between her legs. 

Izzy’s tongue licked over the lace of her panties, pressing the thin material into her wet heat as he tasted her cream through the barrier. With A growl, needing more, Izzy hooked a finger, dragging the fabric to the side as his nose bumped her slit, his tongue circling her opening as he groaned, wishing it was his cock.

Aya groaned, her back arching, thighs parting to give her man more room to feast on her. She loved him most when he was on his knees worshiping her.

Two thick fingers pressed inside of her, her lips parting as she moaned his name. Her knees already shaking as he twisted his fingers, the knuckles drenched with her as he rubbed in a come hither motion, pulled them in and out and prepared her to take him.

“I could touch you all day and I still don't think it would be enough.” He muttered, laying a kiss on the back of her thigh as he started standing. 

His lips kissed the roundness of her ass, a possessive impulse had his teeth sinking into it, watching the way his teeth marked her.

Mine. His thumb ran over the indents as he soothe it, fingers still working in and out of her body. 

“You ready to take me, darling? Do you want to feel me inside of you now?” His hand slid to his jeans, working his belt off and zipper open. 

His eyes on her body was he stroked himself and slid his fingers from her using her cum as lube. 

“Just fuck me.” She moaned as his tip slid up and down her seam, spreading her juices around as he made a mess of her. “Fuck, Iz, Please. I need your cock.” He growled, satisfied with her answer now as he pressed forward inside of her 

His cock bottomed out as he thrust deep, his balls slapping her clit as Aya let out a sound, her scream and moan sounding like a chant to Izzy.

“Fuck, that’s my girl. Your pussy is suffocating me. Fuck, I love when you squeeze me like that.” His praise as he fucked her, telling her how good she was taking him had Aya’s eyes rolling back, her body shifting so Izzy was hodling her wight as he drolled inside of her. “Give it to me. I want your orgasm, Aya darling. Gonna make my pussy cum so hard you won’t be able to walk back inside. I’m going to stuff you with my cum and have you work the rest of your shift filled with me. Do you want that? Do you want all my cum?” He growled in her ear as the wet slaps of them fucking filled the alley. 

“Yes, I want it. Want you to fill me.” Izzy’s hand slid over her clit, two fingers rubbing her as she bucked forward. The explosion of her orgasm had him having to hold her, fucking her as he chased his pleasure with her. 

One last thrust and his balls tightened, the surge as he filled her, pumping as the mix of their cum slid out, leaking over both of them and staining them with mixed pleasure. 

“You took me so well, aya darling. So fucking well, sweetheart.” He tucked himself back in his pants moving to slide her panties back up. His tongue lapping up their cum as it leaked down her thighs, kissing her lace covered pussy when she was all covered up.

Aya’s legs shook as he slid the uniform back down, slapping her ass and getting a glare from her. 

“I still have to be here for an hour.” She warned as they moved back inside. Izzy shrugged, sitting on one of the counter stools. 

“For you, I’ll wait forever.”

[bts-0t-7]

So What? | MYG | Chapter 9

Pair: Hybrid Cat Yoongi x F Reader 

Summary: Running from a past that foreshadows him, Yoongi is adamant about ever turning back to his human counterpart form, in hopes that nobody would recognise him and take him away. You worked at a cafe with your best friend. As a more-than-normal day seemed to go by, you discovered something amidst your housing block. Perhaps - just perhaps, the nighttime is where the angels arrive. 

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Hybrid, non-idol au

Warnings: Contains explicit language, abuse

WC: 1.7K

Taglist: @bearr02 @svnbangtansworld @vintageoldfashion @rkivemaar @bontensbabygirl @codeinebelle @ldysmfrst

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A month after the fever incident, you and Yoongi grew closer to each other. Having ups and downs, he was always there for you and you tried to be there for him. The problem is, sometimes you were the one who put him down. 

Coming the Christmas season, you were going to make your famous sandwich macaroons. Why are they called that? Cause they’re literally sandwich huge and they don’t just hold icing in-between. This is the first Christmas you are having with Yoongi and you hope to make it as memorable for him as possible. 

You wake up early in the morning to prepare the ingredients needed and breakfast. When Yoongi came out of your bedroom, holding his cat stuffy by the paw, you couldn’t help but coo at him. His hair was dishevelled and his clothes rumbled, with a deep pout on his lips. 

“Have some breakfast, Yoongi.” You pointed to the plate on the coffee table in the living room. The television was on, currently showing the news. You knew Lils would come over to help you with your macaroons but you wanted to get the meringue done before her arrival. 

That was your plan and you don’t know how it went so haywire to both you and Yoongi standing in the middle of the kitchen, covered in flour and Hoseok laughing so hard he’s on the ground. 

“No! Don’t-” You weren’t fast enough to stop Yoongi from licking the flour off his fingers, face immediately scrunching up. “Yeah, raw flour doesn’t taste nice.”

Yoongi was washing his tongue in the basin and Hoseok just couldn’t hold in another round of laughter. The doorcode chimed and Lils entered the house to directly see - “Oh this is gonna be good.” She smirked. - everybody covered in flour. 

The both of you chased the two males out of the kitchen, starting on the actual preparations for the Christmas food. Meringue is simple to make as long as you have a mixer. The problem is whether the meringue is overwhipped or underwhipped - more like overwhipped. The protein bonds of the meringue will over-tighten, causing it to become lumpy when mixed with flour. 

The both of you were baking 4 different colours of macaroons, 4 different flavours, and a total of 56 desserts. After all the meringue was placed on the table, Lils started to hold the ingredients together. You called Yoongi back into the kitchen, asking him for some help to cut and make the filling. You had him wash and cut the fruits, make the filling, and buy ice cream since you forgot. Coming back with a bag full of ice cream, Yoongi slowly placed them in the freezer, closely watching the first batch of macaroons in the oven. 

“How long are they going to take?” He asked.

Lils replied, “Not long. About another five more minutes they should be done.”

Yoongi nodded, walking over to you, and leaning over the side of the sink to figure out what you’re doing. “Just dishes, Yoon.” You held out a clean dish. “Wanna help?” Yoongi took it from your hands and began drying tube wet dishes placed on the now-clean countertop. 

Over the past month, you realised that sometimes Yoongi needed a little boost of confidence in himself. While he is slowly growing out of the shell he once curled into, occasionally he stood by your side, waiting for you to ask him instead of jumping to the job. 

You didn’t mind helping him. In fact, you were glad that he was healing. It was better than nothing and you were glad he is comfortable to stand beside you and ask for help. It was a long way the both of you have gotten from him hiding under your sofa and you were afraid of him and you were glad things are progressing. 

Once the dishes were done, the fourth batch was in too. Having a larger oven means more space and therefore, a faster process. You only use two racks, counting from the bottom. The top rack has always remained empty when baking macaroons to ensure that the top doesn’t brown. 

Lillianne was warming up the Nutella in the double boiler, having already finished a pack. “Anything else to do?” You looked around. Fruits were washed, dried, and cut so that was done; Nutella is what Lils is working on now, so there was no need to do them; and ice cream is store-bought, so there was no need to do anything but scoop them out once the macaroons are completed. 

“Well, the first two batches can come off the baking sheets already.” Lils pointed over to where she placed them with a spatula. 

“Okay.” You looked over to Yoongi. “Come on, I’ll show you how to take them out.” 

The both of you walked over to the baking sheets that were lined neatly on the cooling rack. You placed a finger under the sheets to test which ones are ready. Each batch is one colour, each sheet has seven, each colour has fourteen macaroon shells, and each flavour has seven giant macaroons. 

The turquoise and purple ones seemed to be the first batch, and leading Yoongi over, you showed him how to peel them off the baking sheet. “Just hold the end of the baking sheet and slowly pull. Then leave them on the baking sheet but we bring them over to the table so that we can free up the space of the cooling rack for the next batch. 

The both of you worked in silence, quickly finishing the task at hand. “Okay, so we have peppermint and vanilla,” pointing to the turquoise-coloured macaroons, “Raspberry and Nutella,” pointing over to the rose-coloured macaroons that were baking in the oven, “Nutella and vanilla,” pointing over to the last batch of macaroons on the cooling tray, “And lastly, lavender and vanilla.” pointing over to the purple-coloured macaroons. 

Yoongi nodded. You headed over to the freezer to get a tub of peppermint and vanilla ice cream. “Let’s get filling!” Yoongi retrieved the baking sheets and followed you over to the dining room. The both of you working in comfortable silence. Hoseok soon came in carrying a tray of ingredients, sitting down and giving you a hand as well. 

This was a normal tradition for your family. Usually, Seokjin would be here as well, but with the upcoming Christmas and sudden boost of business, he found himself extremely busy this term. You and Lils weren’t missing out on macaroons so the both of you took a day’s break, promising that you would be heading back to work tomorrow. 

Seokjin would probably come in the night as both of you are making cookies and wrapping gifts. 

Once all the macaroons are filled and stored, you take a break and cook a late lunch. 3 p.m. is considered a late lunch, right? As all of you sat in the dining room, Lils and you chatted about what type of cookies to do for this year while the boys were giving inputs. Hoseok absolutely loves peppermint chocolate and wants it for this year’s cookie treats. However, Yoongi prefers gingerbread and hazelnut as it suits the theme better. Both the boys soon got into a heated debate on which flavour would make it to the top charts of the 2023 Christmas Cookie Treats. 

One factor that Hoseok forgot, is that there are six different flavours of cookies every year. Lils and you left them quarrelling and continued to discuss. They can get it out of themselves later on. Lunch was soon over and the four of you started on the cookies - peppermint and chocolate, gingerbread and hazelnut, orange clove, salted caramel with choco chips, pumpkin and spice, and nutmeg and white choco chips. 

The process of baking cookies is much easier than macaroons. Soon, you’ve cleared up the space for the dinner that Seokjin brought. 

“What happens to the shop?” You asked.

“Nah, some of the part-timers are working there today and Jie-Ying has the key so I just left,” Seokjin told you with a mouth stuffed with food. You nodded. 

Dinner was just like lunch, just more chaotic now that you have Kim Seokjin in the room. Your loud, boisterous brother has his way of making life seem dull and bright at the same time. You rolled your eyes at the next dad joke he made. 

Honestly, you didn’t know how you managed to live with him all those years. Hoseok’s phone started ringing and he excused himself into the living room.

Hushed, frantic whispers could be heard as he walked out but everyone’s concern was soon blanketed over when Seokjin and Lils started quarrelling about who had the prettier face in the group. 

Hoseok came back in with a solemn face, sliding his phone into the pocket of his jacket. Everybody looked at him. 

“What?” 

His hair looked like he ran through it more times in that 15-minute phone call than the hours he spent baking today. 

“I have some news. You might want to swallow the food first.” Hoseok sighed and shifted a chair to sit on. “The Parks will be receiving a call soon as well.”

You looked at your friend. “Just spit it out, Hobi.”

Hoseok sighed. “Robbinson,” Yoongi stiffened at the name. “We found him. Now it is a matter of catching him. The Sky Team will be flying out in an hour and I will be flying with my own crew within a few hours.” Hosoek looked up with tired eyes. “When we catch him, we would need witnesses and testaments. The hybrids that are just out of the facility may be too scared to give one.” 

Hoseok kept silent for the next few seconds. “And?” You pressed. 

No answer. 

“Hoseok.” Seokjin’s voice was stern. “Just say it.”

He looked at Yoongi. “I understand the pressure of asking you this. Ultimately, it is your choice. However, I am asking you, not as an agent nor a friend, but as a citizen of the country, to be one of the witnesses and give your testament to the court.” 

The air in the room charged tenfold and within a matter of seconds, all hell broke loose.

[justatypicalwizard]

Midoriya cosinus reader who stays at his exclusive college dorm. Izuku is like the top student, top semi-pro hero and top sweetheart so no one batches an eye at his waaaay too big room (or should I say small apartment at this point...). When the old class A wants to hang out they always go to his place Ochako already there preparing snacks and drinks. Even though you were a new face they already liked you but the whole squad was kinda suprised when they saw you at the apartment that cold Winter Friday afternoon.

"Did your friends cancel?" Izuku asked, a worried curve to his brows.

You were supposed to be out, with some new friends from one of your courses. They were also supposed to be out, at least Izuku and Ochako. Uraraka wanted to go to that new cat-themed cafe downtown and today they were supposed to go on a date.

"Yeah, they did." Your head bounced back and forth, an uneasy smile on your face.

"The cafe was packed and the line was like two hours so we decided to go home." Izuku came closer to where you stood, propped up one of the many doors in the apartment. "Turned out that Mina, Kirishima and Kaminari also waited in the queue, way behind us."

"Yeah, so we dumped that cafe and called everyone here!" Kaminari basically shouted in you face as he took his coat off. A small green box falling out of his pocket.

"Could you throw me the charger? It's in the drawer." Izuku asked, already heading for the open kitchen to put the alcohol in the fridge and crisps into bowls.

You looked at the drawer, not even two meters away drom where you stood.

"I brought back your game!" Kaminari still shouted as if everyone in the room were deaf.

"Put it in the closet with the rest of the games. You know which one." Izuku's voice came out of the fridge.

Just as you stretched to grab the charger, not even moving your feet properly, Kaminari reached for the doorknob of the closet, above the curve of your hip.

"Sorry, I need to open..."

"No! Don't open!" You shouted but it was too late.

With a thud and a 'fuck you dunce face' out of the closet fell a shirtless Bakugo.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before it bursted with questions, accusations, laughter and what, at one point, looked like agony on Kaminari's face when he learned that you and Bakugo were already fucking for some time.

[australianklaviergavin]

MASTERPOST HERE

I'm back again with more designs! This is a smaller batch, given that it's only Edgeworth, Godot, and Blackquill, but these have a biiiit more meat than the last one. Godot is last, because I... Definitely think I have a favorite child.

As usual, all left-handed (I'm right-handed) but the quality jump is much more evident SOBS...

Miles Dogworth

Putting Edgeworth first, since I did him first, even if his art is all OLD and I DON'T LIKE IT VERY MUCH. As I said in my main post's tags, he's a collie/borzoi that, because of how he was raised around cats, doesn't understand tail wags as being a signifier of happiness, and thinks they make him look plainly interested or mad. Sorry bucko! Everyone knows you're happy. He's a fancy man who's smart and goal-oriented, hence the breeds I picked for him.

Simon Blackcat

Jumping back to the present! Things look acceptable now! The Blackquills are Norwegian forest cats! Aura isn't actually here, sadly, as I sincerely was running out of steam, but I'll be doing a post for her and some other girls later, and there'll be more on him there! For now, you just need to take him on his own.

GODOT 🔥

Now, here he is... My pride and joy, my sweetest baby boy, FOXDOT.

Now, why fox, and what's happening here? First of all, he... He's a bit of a foxy man, no? We can all agree? Good. But I wanted something to fit his cleverness, his wit, those teef, AND... Something that changes coats due to weather. As Diego, his fur is a bright orange-red, like coffee fruit, and as Godot, he's now rather cafe au lait than anything else.

As a product of his poisoning, he's now permanently stuck with part of his winter coat (which I imagine he maintains to be shorter) which is fitting, as his world has been winter ever since he was poisoned and Mia killed. Due to the fact he can't differentiate red and white, it also means that to him, it's no different whether his paws are bloodstained or not. Out, damned spot!

... And for staying so long, you get a bonus Mia draft, cause I feel bad for separating them. Chocolate!

My Trucy and Kazuma designs used to be my favorites, but... Foxdot. I'm quite chuffed with his design, and almost cried over Godot's theme TWICE while drawing him. Thank goodness I'm planning my next batch, or I might jump right back into a left arm injury by drawing him again

[dreamingfoxproductions]

Had an idea to draw screencaps, but with Bad Batch Cafe

[burnthoneydrops]

Coffee and Donuts (Graham Dunne x Reader)

Synopsis: The early morning hours at a local café becomes the spot of a possible budding relationship

Requested: no

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: none, and i tried to keep the reader gender neutral :)

A/N: My first DJATS post!! I had this thought at work and just had to write it down once I got home. Fair warning, it's not proof read but i hope you lot enjoy!

“Good morning Donna!” You smile as you swing the backroom doors open, greeting the older woman who sits at the desk, counting the money before opening. 

“Good morning darling! How are you this fine morning?” She asks, looking up through her glasses as her ponytail swishes back and forth slightly from turning around. 

“Oh you know, here…so,” you tease, grabbing your apron off its hook. 

“Well thank god for that cause we need you on register today,” she informs you.

“Sounds about right,” you laugh. 

“Well you can’t exactly blame us for putting our best money maker by the literal money maker,” Donna replies, closing up the money bag. 

“Ok, that was horrible,” you laugh harder. 

“Whatever,” she rolls her eyes, “Would you be a dear and go mop the floors for me? Maybe clean off the counters if they look nasty?” 

“You got it boss!” You reply, tying your apron tighter in the back and grabbing the mop and bucket on your way out. 

Plunging the mop into the soapy water before dragging it across the floor, you proceed to switch on the radio as you walk past it, humming the melody it was emitting under your breath. Donna eventually makes her way to the front as you push the mop against the last dry corner of the shop, muttering something about how the “chef” in the kitchen must be taking his sweet time with today’s batches of donuts. As you grab the rag to dust off the counters, Jeff, the chef in question, pushes through the kitchen doors with a tray of freshly baked and decorated donuts. You do a big sweeping motion of your arm across the counter as he walks behind you, before grabbing the donut on the very edge of the tray, biting into it before he can object. 

“Hey!” Jeff stops in his tracks, looking at you like you’ve just murdered his cat. 

“Worker’s comp,” you mumble through the mouth-full, giving him a toothy grin where there are definitely pieces of frosting stuck in your teeth. 

“That’s not even what that means man,” Jeff sighs before opening the display case and sliding the remaining donuts in it, closing the sliding door with his other hand.  

“Someone’s gotta make sure we’re not poisoning the customers,” you reply. Jeff mutters a “whatever” and makes his way back to the kitchen, probably to grab another tray of today’s offerings. You turn to the espresso machine and look at the stack of mugs and to go cups in the cabinet above it. You preferred to call it an espresso machine, but it was really just an old coffee pot type machine with the grounds and coffee filters next to the utensil drawer. 

“Almost opening people!” Donna calls, “Get ready to greet the public in three, two, one!” she counts down as she twists her key in the front doors. You turn around to be greeted with pretty much what you were expecting, no one. No one in your middle of nowhere town was up this early except the three of you at the cafe. Taking this time to pour the coffee grounds into the slot at the top of the machine, you’re surprised when you hear the bell above the front doors chime. Donna, sitting at her favourite corner table filling out some order forms, turns to look at whoever just walked through, which turns out to be a group of three young men. 

“Good morning gentlemen, what can I do you for?” You ask, facing them from your spot behind the register. One was in a hoodie and sunglasses, and from what you could tell was hungover as all hell. The second one messed with the straps of his muscle tank and shook his black curls. The third one was dressed in an unbuttoned striped shirt over a white tank top and he hung his sunglasses on the dip of the front of his shirt as the three of them walked closer. You had to admit, they were all pretty attractive, but the third one just had a look about him, endearing you guessed is the word you would use. You hadn’t seen these guys come in before, so you figured they weren’t from around here. 

“Um, uh,” the third one laughs awkwardly looking between the display case, you, and the floor. 

His friend with the black hair snickers, “come on man. It’s not that hard”.

The one trying to order elbows his friend, coughing to clear his throat before asking for seven coffees, three glazed donuts, one with strawberry sprinkles, one chocolate and one old fashioned. You nod with a smile, writing everything down on a scrap piece of paper before you forget. “The coffee’s brewing now, so it shouldn’t be very long,” you tell them. 

You grab a flat box for the donuts, folding it up and grabbing the requested ones from the case, placing them in so hopefully they don’t squish together. As you fold down the lid of the box, you swear you heard one of the guys mutter, “what’s the harm man? It’s not like you’re gonna see them again,” but shake it off, insisting the music was warping your hearing.

“So, you boys aren’t from around here, are you?” Donna asks, turning in her chair to face them. 

“No, actually we’re um- we’re doing a small tour at the minute,” the one with the black curly hair speaks up first. 

“Yeah, we’re playing this small gig tonight in a bar near here,” the endearing one adds, shifting in his seat. 

“Oh, musicians! What a fun surprise having y’all turn up at our little joint,” Donna turns to you, winking not so subtly before turning back to the boys. You grab to go cups, lining them up so the seven are next to the machine and begin to pour the hot liquid. You hear one of them laugh and you don’t know why, but you don’t even have to turn around to know that it’s the one with the button up shirt. You smile down at the cups, a blush creeping its way onto your cheeks. Donna, the entertainer as always. 

“Here are those coffees for you and the box of donuts, all as requested,” you call from the counter, causing all three boys to stand up. “We’ve got carrier trays too if that makes it easier”. 

“That would be great actually,” the cute one smiles before grabbing the box of donuts, motioning to the others to take the coffees after you place them in four slot trays. 

“Do you guys want sugar packets? Maybe the little half and half pods?” You offer. 

“Teddy graham here sure would,” the boy with black curls teases, shoving his friend with his shoulder. 

“My name is Graham, that’s just a stupid nickname they have for me,” Graham (as you now can refer to him), adds rather quickly. 

“Ok,” you chuckle, grabbing a little bag and filling it with sugar packets and half and half pods. “That’s $7 for you”. Graham reaches into his pocket and grabs a $10 bill before sliding it over the counter to you. 

“Keep the change,” he smiles and you nod, already sad that the interaction is about to end. 

“Just so you know, the show isn’t sold out yet,” the curly haired one comments. It seems like an odd thing to throw out there, but you hum in a “piqued interest” type of response anyway. 

“Well, maybe I’ll just have to swing by after my shift,” you reply, plunking some buttons on the register to get it to open so you can put the money in. They say thank you to both you and Donna and wave goodbye with their free hands before making their way to the front doors. You watch them leave as Donna makes her way back up to you. 

“If you don’t go after that boy, I will”. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You scoff. 

“They clearly had eyes for you! Especially the awkward one. We don’t call you the money maker for nothing!” she waves her hands around as she talks. “And don’t act like you weren’t making eyes at him too”. 

“I was not-” you try, but she’s already giving you one of her famous looks. You couldn’t lie to this woman for shit. “Ok but they’re touring, they’re not gonna be here very long”. 

“Seems like a sad excuse to waste an opportunity. You’re young, come on, you’ve got too much life ahead of you to be second guessing shit like this!” 

“Ugh! Fine!” You grab the sheet you had written their order down on and scribble your home phone number on the back with your name and a smiley face. Speeding your way around the counter, you shove open the front doors, hoping they hadn’t gotten too far. You spot them a little ways down the sidewalk and run over to them.

“Wait! You guys forgot your receipt,” you comment as you catch up to them. 

“Oh, we didn’t need a-” 

“No seriously, good for the records and all that, you know?” You wave the paper a little, hoping Graham would take it. When he does reach for it, it takes all of you not to immediately turn around in embarrassment or take it out of his hand and crumple it, chucking it as far as you can in the opposite direction. Surprisingly, you don’t do any of those things. You start to walk away as he folds the paper, going to put it in his pocket, but not before he quickly notices the writing on the back. As if he finally understands why you’ve run after them, a small smile erupts on his face and he nods in understanding. 

“Yeah, good for the records,” he repeats. 

“Maybe I’ll see you tonight, yeah?” You ask as you leave, not really looking for a reply, but hoping to turn around before the embarrassment blush creeps further onto your cheeks. 

“You got it dude!” you hear the one with curly hair exclaim, clapping his friend aggressively on the back while balancing the tray of coffees in his other hand. “You got their number!” 

Maybe you were more grateful now that you guys opened so early. 

[boredgrantaire]

You know what The Bad Batch needs? A trip to a tooka cafe. Just a day off from peril. Wrecker would be so soft with the Loth Cats. Hunter can take all sorts of holo pics of Omega being happy. Echo can come back with Rex (and a de chipped Cody) to pet all the cats. Tech can just chill with a cat on his lap and read. Just a nice day out for the family.

(And then the episode ends with Crosshair coming back to the family looking like a poor meow meow and they go take on the empire together)

[twstmagica]

To his credit Grim did manage to stay put. For five minutes. Five very long minutes in which he entertained himself by rifling through the infirmary.

Ugh. What did they expect him to do here?! 

After some deliberation Grim decides to see what the enrolled students are up to. After all, as a future student he should get familiar with the classes!

Let's see…

“... you believe it! He’s forcing the entire dorm to work in his stupid cafe…”

“... had to fight for our dorm rooms…”

“... the wrong building! It was so embarrassing…”

Ehhh! Where's all the cool magic talk? These guys are boring.

Picking someone at random Grim follows from above. It's easy to float while propelling himself up the walls. The vaulted ceiling provides easy purchase.

Grim crosses paths with a lion beastman who recognized grim from the ceremony, but the guy doesn't seem to care.

Leona is heading to the greenhouse for a nap and is caught off guard by the little monster that attacked the opening ceremony. The cat monster absconds before Leona can decide what to do.

… Whatever. Not his problem.

…

Crowely returns with Yuu to pick up Grim for lunch but the pair finds the room disorganized but empty. Oh dear.  

The headmaster is panicking at the thought of a monster roaming his school unsupervised. What would the press think! What would the board of directors say!

“Yuu! You must find him at once!”

“…Yeah fair enough. It was my idea to bring him in.”

 But really, Grim’s combat stats are total weak sauce. How much damage can he cause?

…

Having peeked in on multiple different classes, and getting bored by all of them, Grim finds his way to the cafeteria. Lured by the smell of freshly cooked meals, our daring protagonist realizes how hungry he is and decides to steal some food.

Everyone is focused on their own lunch and don't notice the small furry body sneaking around. Grim easily snags a sandwich from a dark haired student (Deuce).

Deuce is visibly confused and asks the others at the table where his food went. A redhead (Ace) mocks Deuce, causing the others at the table to laugh.

Grim thinks he's so slick and starts getting bolder and steals from other people’s plates. Since this is Night Raven the boys immediately accuse each other and fight until someone spots Grim with their food. A small faction of the rioters break off to try and catch the little pest, but Grim makes a clean getaway and leaves chaos in his wake. 

��

Yuu overhears a student with animal ears telling a taller student with a lion tail about how he was able to pocket some extra snacks because some monster broke in and was stealing lunches. Everyone blamed their losses on the flaming tanuki and Ruggie got off scott free! Shi Shi Shi~

“Was it blue!” 

“Gah! Where did you-!”

“The monster! Was the fire blue?!”

“Uh, yes?”

Aww shit.

...

The infirmary isn't empty anymore. The staff are swamped and Yuu enters in time to hear as Crewel laments this year's batch of idiot puppies who couldn't behave for just one day.

“It’s not my fault!”

“That's what all the bad pups say.”

“But there was a monster! It had blue fire and stole my-”

“Quiet!”

“Really the excuses get more and more outrageou-”

Wait a minute. 

Crewel’s head turns to Yuu.

Dammit Grim! I stood up for you!

Ugh, nothing for it, gotta dust off those investigation skills.

…

Grim is let down by how boring the classes seem and stumbles across Ace.

Ace identifies Grim as the beast from orientation and the cafeteria riot.

Grim protests being called a beast and declares he is a great magician.

Ace, never one to pass over a chance to be a little shit, pretends to believe Grim. He apologizes and introduces himself, saying what an honor it is to meet someone so talented.

Grim gets hopeful and excited. 

“Yeah! It is an honor to meet me!”

“You sure were impressive during the ceremony. It takes real skill to light a place up like that!”

“Heh! That was nothing for the Great Grim!”

“Pfft”

Ace cant hold back the laughter.

“Yeah right! As if anyone would be impressed by some piddling weasel!”

“Hey!”

You’d think that one might be a little more cautious when faced with an unidentified monster, especially a monster with a proclivity for arson. But Ace wont let things like caution or good judgment get in the way of entertainment!

As for Grim, last night he fought off a monster in what was probably the most dangerous fight of his life. After something like that there's no way this chump is getting away with mocking Grim.

*FWOOSH*

Grim uses blast and yoinks Ace's magic pen! Its super effective!

“Hah! Who's the weasel now!”

…

Yuu is on the hunt. This in itself isn't too unusual, Duskfront City has had to deal with ghast infiltrators ever since the Dark Dragon’s failed siege. Unfortunately all of her tracking spells are for ghasts, and therefore useless for apprehending a runaway mascot character. 

After questioning the witnesses and examining the scene of the crime Yuu deduces that yes, Grim should not have been left alone.

Dammit Grim!

But where could he have gone?

“Ahhhh! The walls are on fire!”

What

“Some guy is chasing the lunch monster!”

Oh no.

…

Grim doing pretty well. The stupid redhead cant keep up. Ha! The idiot just tripped!

Grim slows down to taunt his pursuer and bumps into some bluenett.

"Aha", Ace dives at them!

Grim dropped the pen. Damn it! The blue klutz distracted Grim!

Deuce recognizes his lunch thief!

Grim does not recognise his lunch victim.

Ace enlists Deuce's help in teaching the weasel a lesson.

Grim is faced with the consequences of his actions and says, 'Not today!'

Now there's two freshmen blasting up the halls while a catcoon makes flame infused leaps from wall-to-wall trying to lose them. The paintings are all shouting and ducking for cover while a few students are knocked aside. 

Grim uses one’s face as a springboard. 

Taking a moment to rest on a chandelier, Grim just can't resist shouting a few taunts. 

“Heh heh heh! Catch me if you can!”

“No fair climbing up onto the chandelier, He’s a thief and a coward! I haven't really learned flight magic yet... What could I summon to hold onto him...? Hmmm... Oh! That's it!”

“Did you come up with somethi- Oh, hey! Stop! What are you doing?! Why are you pointing your pen at me?!”

“Because I'm going to launch you.”

“Are you kidding me?! Bwaaah! Put me down! Seriously, do not launch me! Abort! ABORT!”

“Just make sure to grab him tight. I've got him in my sights, and... Go!”

…

Yuu comes running in to see a light fixture fall and- HOLY SHIT THATS GRIM AND A STUDENT!

Butterflies go flying and Yuu catches the two before shrapnel from the chandelier can get them.

“What thE HELL GRIM!”

“Myaaah!”

Crowely bursts in 

“Headmage, please! I can —”

Poor Deuce is cut off.

“First was the riot in the cafeteria! Then I hear about two freshmen tearing up the hallways with a monster! But even that wasn't enough for you!”

Okay so this is bad but – 

“That chandelier was a magical artifact created for Night Raven upon its founding by a legendary artificer!” 

Oh no.

“Everyone responsible for its destruction is expelled!”

“W-what! I was barely involved!”

“What am I going to do?! How am I going to tell my mother...?”

The blue guy looks ready to cry. Damn, Yuu’s feeling really bad now. Ugh, Grim may have been the main problem, but none of this could have happened if Yuu had taken this more seriously.

“Sir I was the one who insisted on Grim staying, the responsibility for something he instigated should fall on me.”

“I would estimate its worth to be no less than a billion thaumarks. And you intend to repay that sum?”

“Urk!”

“So much!”

Just looking at the other students' reactions – that must be a lifetime of debt! But she won't just back out dammit! 

“That's… Um, I'll find a way.”

Yuu wonders what the employment laws are like here.

Crowely pauses for the first time since arriving and looks over the cowed delinquents.

“Ah… There may be one way to fix this.”

!!!!!

“The magestone that powered this chandelier was mined from the Dwarfs' Mine. If you can acquire a magestone with the same properties, it may be possible to repair it.”

!!!!!!!

...

Aaaand off to the mines we go

[jinkx-monswoon]

meow. surprise cdr rarepair cat cafe au (love u @pathetiic-fallacy)

~

When Venus enters the cat café just after opening one morning, more than half of its feline population comes crawling out of the woodwork to greet her.

“Well, if it isn't the crowd favorite! You’re here early,” says a girl behind the bar. “What can I get you? The usual?”

“Yes, but can you give it a few minutes before you start? I want extra snuggle time with the kitties,” Venus says, already having been dragged down to the carpet by the kitties in question.

“No problem,” says Vivian, the barista. “First batch of customers doesn't start pouring in for, like, usually another half-hour.”

As the water boils in the pot, Venus is sprawled out on the floor, with a kitten resting on her stomach as another kneads at her hair. Vivian peers at her over the counter from above, giggling.

“They’re nicer to you than anyone else, y’know,” she says.

“Why's that?”

“Maybe it’s your, uh…” Vivian winks, curling her fingers up like a cat’s claw. “Your raw animal magnetism?”

If Venus had her coffee already, she would’ve spit it out.

~

“Thanks,” says Venus, receiving her piping-hot Americano and dropping a $5 bill in the tip jar.

“Same time tomorrow?” asks Vivian.

“You bet.”

Venus kneels down to give a few goodbye pets to a particularly clingy kitten, setting her cup on the floor. When she picks it up again, she notices something scribbled on the side:

A number…?

She looks back up at Vivian, who waves with a smile.

“Call me.”