#coffee cup tutorial

[insideguppysworld]

Coffee Mug - Blender Tutorial/Walkthrough (Real Time)

Hello my lovelies! Here’s a cute little tutorial for you if you’re you’re new to Blender! I hope you enjoy it and thank you so much for all the love and support! <3 Please share and subscribe! 

[bevanne46]

FREE Espresso Yourself Quilt Pattern https://www.quiltingmayhem.com/shop/Patterns/Free-Patterns/p/Espresso-Yourself---Free-Pattern-x86655524.htm

[ashmp3]

i made such good hot cocoa today i wrote about it in my gratitude journal #grateful and #mindful.

[jiwuu]

from classmate to boyfriend, jungwon has always been attentive towards you ୨୧ yang jungwon x fem, wc 0.4k

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classmate!jungwon who you always find quietly saving you a seat, even if he acts like it’s just a coincidence. he smirks slightly when you thank him, but the pink dusting his ears gives him away.

classmate!jungwon who never stammers but still gets a little flustered when you catch him staring. he always remembers the little things—like how you take your coffee or which pens you prefer for notes.

classmate!jungwon who notices when you're tired and casually pushes a coffee toward you, acting nonchalant but tapping his fingers against his cup as he waits for your reaction. "thought you might need this."

classmate!jungwon who always offers to walk you back to your dorm, his voice steady but warm.

"it’s getting dark," he says, eyes holding yours this time. "i’d feel better if you weren’t alone."

bf!jungwon who always has a hair tie on his wrist, smoothly handing it over when you need one. he even stayed up all night watching tutorials and practicing how to tie hair just so he could do it for you if you ever needed help.

one evening, as you're cooking, he gently gathers your hair and ties it back without a word, his fingers careful and precise. "don’t want it getting in your food," he murmurs, a small, proud smile on his lips.

bf!jungwon who gives you a small bottle of pepper spray one day, his ears turning pink as he says, "just in case. i’d worry too much if you didn’t have it."

bf!jungwon who insists you use his name whenever you order food for pickup because he thinks it’s safer.

"but why yours?"

"because it's safer to use a guy’s name," he shrugs, but the way he fiddles with his sleeve betrays how much he’s thought about it.

bf!jungwon who instinctively pulls you closer in a crowd, his hand easily finding yours like it belongs there, his cheeks slightly pink but his grip firm.

bf!jungwon who melts when you rest your head on his shoulder, tilting his head slightly so he can rest against you too, pretending it’s no big deal but secretly loving every second.

bf!jungwon who gives you his hoodie even when he’s freezing, rolling his eyes playfully but still nudging it toward you. "i’ll be fine, just take it."

bf!jungwon who never lets you doubt how much he cares about you. who makes sure you’re safe, warm, and loved every single day.

"i don’t care what happens, i just need you to be okay."

he has and always will put you first.

© jiwuu, all rights reserved.

letters from author here comes the poll winner! ill post the jake draft i have like tmrw or the day after (or whenever i finish my actual english essay..)

[thesketcherat]

Cute little kitten 😺 sitting in a cup | Note : Not AI Generated #thesketcher #drawing #shorts Full video on : https://youtu.be/hoSrafJb-kw In this drawing tutorial, i will draw a cute little cat sitting in a coffee cup. Tools used: Natraj pencils DOMS Sketch pens

[takuma-talkz]

Please please PLEASE I need the smuttiest fic with daisuke stat!! I've pretty much read all the daisuke content I could find and omg I need MORE!!!!

it can be headcanons or a one shot. literally anything I just need it to be smut pretty please 🥺

Preferably afab reader but im absolutely okay with gn reader ofc!

He's just so adorable I fiend for daisuke content

sincerely, 🌺anon

My Girl is Filthy!

AKA Daisuke founding out that his girlfriend is a tumblr writer <3

requested: Smut

Reader: Female

A/N: I saw this request yesterday before I went to bed but I was eepy :( / wrote this while listening to Chase Atlantic.

IF YOU REQUESTED SOMETHING FROM ME, IM WORKING AS FAST AS I CAN🎀

Daisuke returned just a few months ago from his stupid internship in space.

You were his amazing girlfriend, who waited for him this whole time.

Daisuke loved and respect you so much. His mom and dad loved you too.

To everyone, you were the most sweet, loyal and innocent girl ever.

just don’t let them see your phone. Specially that little dark purple app called Tumblr.

on tumblr, you were known as Cinna_Rites You were known for your oneshots about your boyfriend under the alias, DJ.

but you just don’t write any kind of onshots. You were the most filithest, arousing content around.

You always touch yourself to the content you write, imagining it was your boyfriend actually doing those nasty things to you. But you’re too shy.

even when Daisuke returned home from space. you were ready for your first time having sex with him but you just couldn’t bring yourself to ask him to fuck you.

Currently you were showering while your boyfriend was setting up for movie night. Daisuke had the snacks, the sodas and the blankets all ready. He paused when he saw your phone vibrating on the coffee table. He’s conflicted about looking at your phone without you around. He feels like he’s invading your privacy.

but he remembers countless of times where you expressed it was okay for him to touch your phone.

Daisuke and you have the same password for your phones. He unlocks your phone and sees…

99+ notifications from Tumblr?!

why were you on tumblr?

tumblr doesn’t exactly have the most safe-for-work reputation. He opens the app and now sees why you’re on this app.

Now, he knew you were good at writing but the nasty shit you have been writing on this app was something else.

He closes the app and turns around to put it back on the table. He’ll just act cool and ask you later about it. Just as he looks up, he meets wide, embarrassed eyes.

“Daisuke, I-i can explain!” You try to excuse yourself from the embarrassment.

He waves his hands in defense. “No, baby! Relax, it’s okay! I shouldn’t have been peeking in the first place!”

The entire time. Daisuke sat an uncomfortable distance away from you. You hated it. You pause the movie to face him.

“Daisuke, please don’t shy away from me.” You played with your hands in your lap.

he cups your face. “Baby, I’m sorry. It’s just, I-uh”

he cleared his throat. “I’m not gonna lie. I wasn’t expecting you to match my freak like that.”

you giggled. No matter how embarrassed you were he proceeded to make you laugh.

“You had been gone and I wanted you to be my first time. This was the best way I could vent my urges properly.” You explained and told him everything about how you felt about his internship.

“I’m sorry you felt that way, baby.” Daisuke pulls you close. “Trust me, I’m never doing any of my mom’s suggestions ever again!”

his hand slipped under your shirt. “Do you still feel that way? Do you still want your first time to be me?”

“Oh, baby —fuck.” Daisuke groans, head falling back against the couch.

currently, you are between his legs. Lapping at the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it slowly. You were being careful, remembering back to the tutorial video you watched.

Breathe through your nose, cover your teeth and use your tongue.

You felt your panties dampen. You tap his thigh to get him to spread out a little more. He gives you more room to work, and you take in more of his cock. Bobbing your head along his length, he huffs and groans fighting the urge to thrust his hips into your warm mouth.

You put his hand on your head, urging him to use your mouth to pleasure himself.

“You sure?” Daisuke held back a whimper.

You moan on him, giving him a thumbs up.

He smiles, pushing down on your head just a little to fit some more inches in your mouth. He moans louder, guiding your head to the way that makes him feel good.

“Pop off, baby. I don’t wanna cum yet. I wanna try eating you out.”

You took a deep breath, after releasing Daisuke’s cock.

“It tastes funny.” You giggled, as he laid you against the couch.

Your panties were gone and your legs were on either side of his shoulders. He kissed your clit softly and you moaned softly.

“Daisuke—! Ah, too much—!” You whimper, trying to push his head away.

He sucked at your clit, releasing it just to flick it again with his tongue. His fingers pump in and out of you. Daisuke moaned into your pussy, he’s in love with the taste of you.

“Fuck, baby—so fuckin’ good.” He reaches up to pull at your nipple. You convulsed and clench around his fingers, pulling at his hair.

Daisuke pulls back. “I want more so bad but I want you cumming on my cock more.”

You both share a passionate kiss before he lines up his cock with your entrance.

“Wait, can I choose the position?” You asked timid, scared he might say no.

“Of course.” He smiles, watching as you get up and turn around. Bending over the couch’s arm to support your weight with your ass facing him.

“From behind?”

“yeah, it what I mostly write about.” Your embarrassment grew.

He chuckles and kiss the back of your head. He spent a few good minutes stuffing his cock into you. He groans, fully bottoming out inside of you.

“Oh Dai, please move—please!” You grind back against Daisuke, he puts a hand on the back of your neck and the other went to hold down your wrist.

Daisuke thrusts at a steady pace inside of you. He moans at the feeling of moving along your walls.

With his hand on the back of your neck, it was hard for you to moan properly. Broken gasps and moans escaped you, you throw your hips back against him.

“Dai—ah! I can’t take! Can’t take it—! It’s too much!”

“You’re so strong, baby. You can—fuck—take it, I know you can.” Daisuke adjusted his leg to thrust faster. He leaned over your figure.

“Was this one of the situations you wrote about?” Daisuke chuckles.

He drags you more on the couch, and places both on the back of your head and pushes your head into the couch. Hips driving into your ass faster now.

You scream but it’s muffled. You swing your arms back to push his hips away, but it doesn’t to anything to deter him.

The ever building coil your stomach snaps unexceptedly. You squirted all over his dick and he groaned loudly.

He pulls out and cums on your ass. He pulls you against his chest and kisses your temple.

“I love you so much, babygirl. Thank you for letting me be your first time.” He nuzzles into your neck.

You chuckle lightly. “Love you too, Dai.”

[cherie-doll]

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: Them As Parents

₊˚ପ⊹ Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Alejandro, Phillip Graves, Keegan, König, Horangi

༉‧₊˚. I wrote this while at a party

Ghost

So sweet and gentle around his kids

He holds their tiny hand next to his and chuckles at the size difference

Doesn’t let the kids eat in the car

Once he’d given the kids a sticker pack and then fell asleep on the living room floor

When he woke up his face and back were covered in stickers

Soap

Is a kid himself

Buys the kids questionable gifts

“Johnny, why did you give them firework snappers?”

“It’ll keep ‘em entertained for a while”

“They’re throwing it at the neighbors…”

Snickering “Let them have fun”

Gaz

Tucks the kids into bed

When one of them has a nightmare he’ll insist on getting out of bed to make sure they’ll be alright while you sleep

Will wake up earlier than you to make them waffles and have a cup of coffee/tea warm and ready for you

Cleans up the kids’ play area

Stays on top of their doctor and dental appointments

Takes cute pics of you when you’re holding the kids

Writes endearing love notes and has the kids give them to you

Alejandro

The type to remind their kid how proud they are of them

Encourages the kids to pick up a sport

Constantly shows their kid support

“Échale ganas mijo/mija” or “Ponte las pilas”

He gets protective of the kids when you get mad at them, taking them out for ice cream afterward to assure them they’re still loved

When you’re very stressed and busy he finds a quiet moment to give you a shoulder massage

He also makes sure to remind the kids to appreciate you and the hard work you do taking care of them

Phillip Graves

Makes time on weekends to take the kids to fun places

He prefers road trips over airplane rides

Says it teaches the kids a thing or two about geography

Would want the kids to spend plenty of time outside

(Making sure they touch that grass fr)

If you’re of a different ethnicity than him he would want the kids to learn about their heritage

Keegan

The type to play rough with his kids

If he had a daughter he’d teach her self-defense

He has hair tutorial videos saved to try doing his daughter’s hair for school and for his boys he just whips out some hair gel, slaps it on, and calls it a day

His favorite spot to take the kids on vacation is the beach

Regardless of how spent he is at the end of the day, he’ll make time for the children

Once you walked into the living room to find Keegan in the armchair asleep with the kids resting their heads on his chest or shoulder, you have a pic of it taped on the fridge

König

Ngl I feel like he would be somewhat clueless around kids

He went to the library to pick up books on parenting when he found out you were expecting

He’s over the moon the moment he holds the baby in his arms

“Am I doing it right?”

He turns the tv on intending to keep the kids quiet for a while but he ends up getting into the cartoons while the children wander off

Horangi

Real laid back dad

Buys the kids whatever they want when going to the store

You scold him along with the kids for overspending on candy and toys

When you get on his back for it he’ll nod and keep his head down

“Sorry 자기야, I won’t do it again”

He will do it again

He’ll apologize to you but give the kids a knowing grin behind your back

[little-jana]

"Caffeine and Affection"

Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Words: 2k

Warnings: excessive caffeine consumption, but otherwise pure fluff

Summary: For Valentine’s Day Spencer surprises you with a very special bouquet!

a/n: requested: yes! Thank you very much, hope you enjoy it!

The BAU ran on coffee.

At least, most of it did. Hotch practically had a coffee IV, Rossi wouldn’t touch anything under espresso-level strength, and even Spencer—who could rant about the adverse effects of caffeine for hours—drank coffee when cases ran late.

But you? You were different.

Your fuel of choice came in cans, not cups. Whether it was soda or energy drinks, you always had something sugary and carbonated in your hand. It had become part of your identity—something the team liked to tease you about but ultimately accepted.

Spencer, however, took a particular interest in your habit.

“You know,” he had told you one day, watching you crack open yet another can, “the excessive consumption of sugar and caffeine can lead to increased heart rate, insomnia, and dependency.”

You had grinned at him, unfazed. “Sounds like a problem for future me.”

He had sighed, shaking his head. “Future you is going to be very disappointed in past you.”

Despite his concerns, he never actually told you to stop. If anything, he seemed intrigued by your preferences—often asking which flavors you liked best, what brands you preferred, and even quizzing you on why you liked soda over coffee.

It was… cute.

Spencer had always been the kind of person who paid attention, but when it came to you, it felt like he noticed everything.

Which was why, on Valentine’s Day, when he approached your desk with a nervous expression and something hidden behind his back, you immediately knew he was up to something.

“Spence?” You tilted your head, setting down your can of soda. “What are you doing?”

His lips twitched in that shy, almost awkward way he did when he was nervous. “I, uh… got you something.”

Before you could respond, he revealed what he had been hiding.

It wasn’t flowers. It wasn’t chocolates.

It was a bouquet. But instead of roses or lilies, it was made entirely of your favorite sodas and energy drinks, all carefully arranged and tied together with a big, bright bow.

You blinked. Stared. Opened your mouth. Closed it.

Then, finally, you burst into laughter. “Oh my God, Spencer!”

His ears went a little pink. “I read that people appreciate personalized gifts, and I know you don’t really drink coffee, so I figured this was a more… suitable alternative.”

You reached out, taking the bouquet from him with wide eyes. It was surprisingly well put together—each can securely fastened with ribbon, the entire thing looking both ridiculous and oddly adorable.

“This is—Spencer, this is amazing.” You grinned up at him. “Did you make this yourself?”

He nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “I had to look up a tutorial. It took longer than I expected.”

You could just picture him sitting at home, carefully arranging cans of soda into a bouquet, meticulously tying them together with absolute precision. The thought made your heart swell.

Without thinking, you threw your arms around him, squeezing tightly. “You’re the best.”

Spencer tensed for half a second before quickly melting into the hug, his arms wrapping around you just as firmly. “I’m glad you like it.”

You pulled back slightly, grinning. “Like it? Spencer, this is the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.”

His smile was small but full of warmth. “Then it was worth it.”

You looked down at your wonderful bouquet and then back at him, your heart hammering a little harder than usual.

Maybe it wasn’t just the caffeine making it race.

[eveninglakehomeworld]

so, in case you were wondering, that Nevarran Hazelnut Torte from DA: Veilguard is in fact very yummy! this is Emmrich's mother's recipe, which Lucanis makes for Rook, taken straight from the game!

recipe is transcribed as-is from the game below, with any additions/changes we made [in brackets].

CAKE: One and a half cups of sugar Two cups of finely ground toasted hazelnuts Three quarters of a cup of sifted flour Two teaspoons of baking powder (sift into flour) Eight eggs, whites & yolks separated One and a quarter cups of apricot preserves Apricot liqueur for brushing ICING: Eight ounces of chopped up dark chocolate One cup of heavy cream Pinch of salt Two tablespoons of orange liqueur or rum or strong coffee (if wanted)

INSTRUCTIONS: Beat egg yolks with sugar until thick and light yellow. Beat egg whites in fresh bowl. Mix ground hazelnuts into the egg yolk and sugar. [my partner also added a teaspoon of vanilla extract here.] Slowly add flour, then GENTLY!!! fold in egg whites. Butter and flour two eight-and-a-half-inch pans [we used 8 in.] Bake around an hour, 325 degrees. Take cans from pans, cool, split in half. Brush with apricot liqueur. Warm apricot preserves, strain out skins. [partner put skins back in a pan with the apricot liqueur before brushing it on and let it warm up a bit to cook off some of the alcohol taste bc he didn't like it lol, then he strained the skins back out again and brushed that on.] Spread preserves across cakes, then some icing, as you stack. decorate with icing and whole hazelnuts! ICING: Gently boil cream, then pour over chopped up chocolate. Add pinch of salt for taste. Stir, then let rest for 15-20 minutes to make sure it's all melted. Cool completely, then whip it up and decorate the cake. Can add in coffee or liqueur (or both) to taste. Can also add in ground hazelnuts when whipping up the icing, to add texture.

other notes:

my partner made chocolate bark for the outside of the cake. tutorial for that here! we didn't add toppings of course, just the plain chocolate.

we kind of just freestyled the decorating in general... we put some shucked hazelnuts in a plastic baggie and smashed them with a meat tenderizer to get the little pieces we sprinkled/dusted on most of the top, lmao. saw someone else make this cake and draw the mourn watch symbol on the top with icing which was v cute!! wish we'd had the time for that!!

[prettyboytsum]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ tying a tie I nanami kento pairings: nanami x reader tags: slice of life series (potentially?), fluff wc: 354

8:04 AM "darling, i know how to tie a tie."

"just—give me a second alright," you shush, hand on your hip and the other on the tie as you focus on the video tutorial playing. your brow furrowed in concentration as you repeat the steps to yourself.

"i loop this over this," you whisper, an amused look on nanami's face as you try to replicate the practiced steps he does every morning before work. "then i tighten—i tighten this?" "mhm, not quite," he responds jokingly, which earns a glare from you. nanami has always been capable of tying a tie. he's done it every day for more than a decade—to work, to dates, to ensuring that gojo dresses presentably when needed. but during your movie binge the other night, you had come to the (mundane) conclusion that you have never had a moment of tying a tie for him before he's off to work. "it's a cliché in every movie we've seen," you whined then as you were both getting ready for bed. nanami was already settled on his side while you lifted the shared blanket to tuck yourself in. "how are we supposed to tell our kids we fell in love!" "are we not?" "clearly, not! if i've never even tied a tie—" you grumble to yourself as turn the lampshade off with a pout. which leads you to now and your very poor attempt at getting nanami dressed for a long day at work. "there!" you say, pleased with yourself. nanami, in all his efforts, has to bite back a smile when he sees how crooked and loose the fabric is. he's been standing in the living room with his briefcase and cup of coffee in hand for the past 20 minutes while humoring you. "are we in love now?" nanami pokes, the amusement dripping over. "yes, very in love," you nod, clearly satisfied as you give him his usual goodbye kiss and a pat on the chest. his heart stutters. nanami kento, a man of routine and perfection, has his coworkers wondering why he started the day with a lovestruck smile and hastily tied tie.

author's note: head in hands...nanami my beloved...honestly thinking of making a slice of life series for him because in some universe, this man deserves a break T__T ⓒ prettyboytsum 2024. all works are posted under this account on tumblr.com and are protected by copyright laws. do not plagiarise these works on any other platform or account.

[mapofsouthdakota]

Caffeine, chemistry and Caleb I

(Law student POV pt. 1)

Synopsis: The café was supposed to be just another coffee shop. For a law student who enjoys her morning coffee and a shy newbie still learning the ropes, it should have been nothing more than part of the daily routine… But then there’s Caleb.

Details: 1500ish words of my barista Caleb AU doodle that’s been sitting in the drafts forever. @drowsyapple asked so nicely for a continuation, so here it is—with added law student chaos. Non MC! Reader law student. Expect flirting, hot af barista Caleb, and banter with the barista newbie. You’re in this caffeine-fueled mess together.

Parts: part 2 (law student), part 3, part 4, part 5

Objection | Pt. 1 (pilot, law student)

You’re back.

You could lie. Say it’s because the café is closest to your lecture hall. Say the lighting is good for studying. Say the coffee is better here.

You could say any of those things.

But none of them would explain the lip gloss.

Caleb’s already behind the counter, sleeves rolled, forearms on full display like a public health hazard. He’s laughing at something the newbie said, head tilted back, grin sharp and lazy. The newbie glances up and sees you first. Their eyes narrow, just a little.

You give them a smile—the kind you usually save for opposing counsel in mock trials.

They give you one right back. Touché.

Caleb turns then, and his gaze lands on you like it always does—too direct, too calm, like it’s normal to make eye contact with someone and feel it somewhere under your ribs.

“Morning,” he says, all slow warmth and low charm. He leans his weight onto one hip, arms crossed—forearms flexed just slightly—and smiles like he knows he’s pretty.

Which, okay. Maybe he does.

Then: “Golden Girl, right?”

Golden.

Girl.

You open your mouth to correct him. You really do. But he’s already moving, scribbling it onto the cup in his quick, looping scrawl. And the thing is?

You kind of like it.

“Same drink?” he asks, glancing up through his lashes.

You nod. Mutely. Like an idiot.

The newbie is watching the whole thing with barely concealed amusement. You think they might be filing this under Exhibit A: How to Watch a Law Student Mentally Detonate Over a Latte.

Caleb makes your drink himself this time. No tutorials today. Just him, hands confident and sure, moving with that unbothered rhythm that makes everything look effortless. It should not be that compelling to watch someone tamp espresso. And yet.

He does that thing where he wipes his hands on a towel, then tucks it into the waistband of his apron.

You remember reading a case last semester where someone was arrested for intent to cause a disturbance. You’re starting to think that could apply here.

The cup hits the counter with a soft thud. He slides it toward you, fingers brushing the lid, like he’s tucking it in for a nap.

“Here you go,” he says. “Try not to fall in love.”

Your heart trips over itself.

You laugh, but it’s too breathy, too real. “You always this confident?”

He shrugs, smile tilting. “I just know my coffee’s good.”

You take the drink. Your hand brushes his. Barely. Enough.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to sound unaffected. Cool. Collected. The kind of girl who doesn’t lie awake wondering what a man’s voice would sound like against her throat.

As you turn to go, the newbie calls after you.

“See you later, Golden Girl.”

Their tone is knowing. Teasing.

And you don’t correct them either.

——————————————————————————

You’re surrounded by casebooks. Real law, real deadlines, real reasons to not be obsessing over a barista with a smile like a summer storm. You’re supposed to be outlining tort reform, but instead, you’re drafting legal arguments in your head.

Argument A: Caleb probably flirts with everyone.

Argument B: You’re not actually interested. You’re just… amused. Fascinated. Lightly affected.

Argument C: You are in control.

You write the words Golden Girl in the margin of your notes and immediately scratch them out like a crime scene.

By the time your second highlighter dries out and your coffee goes cold, you’ve convinced yourself the obsession is manageable. Contained. You just need one more look. A reminder that it’s not that deep.

So, naturally, you go back.

——————————————————————————

Caleb’s not there.

No crooked grin. No rolled sleeves. No towel tucked at his waist like a weapon. Just soft lighting and the newbie behind the counter, trying to act like they haven’t just caught you scanning the entire café in 0.6 seconds.

“You just missed him,” they say, not even trying to hide the smile.

You try not to look disappointed. Fail. “Damn. Thought maybe I’d… grab another coffee.”

“You just got one this morning.”

“And you remembered that?” You raise an eyebrow.

They shrug. “I’m observant. It’s a survival tactic around him. I’m making you tea.”

That earns a smile. You step up, lean on the counter, and grab a glass of water from the little tap tower like you own the place. “Okay. Spill. What’s his deal?”

The newbie flushes. “He’s… nice.”

You wait.

They sigh. “And smart. Studying aviation.”

That catches you off guard. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah. Like, actual planes. Cockpit stuff. Not just ‘I like clouds.’”

You process that for a beat. Aviation. Of course. The steady hands. The calm under pressure. The low, precise way he talks. The whole I will literally rise above you all energy.

Disgusting.

“Figures,” you mutter. “Bet he flies with that same stupid smirk.”

The newbie chuckles. “Probably. And you’re not the only one with that theory, by the way.”

You shoot them a look.

They hold up their hands, sheepish. “I’m just saying… he’s the kind of guy who flirts without knowing he’s doing it. Or maybe he does know. But doesn’t care.”

“I can’t afford to spiral,” you say flatly. “I’m going to be a lawyer. I don’t have time for emotionally unavailable air pilots with coffee-scented wrists.”

The newbie raises an eyebrow. “…That’s oddly specific.”

They nudge the takeaway cup toward you with a slightly awkward motion—like they’re not used to the gesture yet. You accept it with steady hands, calm as ever, like this is just part of the ritual now.

“Just a hypothesis,” you say coolly, then pause. “Okay, maybe it’s a well-supported thesis. But I’m distinguishing the case.”

“The what?”

“In law, it means the precedent doesn’t apply. So yes, he’s hot. Yes, I am apparently immune to better judgment. But I’m not going to be that girl who tanks her grades over a guy who’s literally training to fly away.”

The newbie grins. “Bold of you to assume you’re not already that girl.”

You sip your drink, feeling mildly attacked.

“…Objection,” you say.

They nod. “Sustained.”

You roll your eyes but can’t help the smile. For a moment, the café feels warmer than usual—less like a trap, more like a study break. Maybe this was worth it. Even without Caleb.

You glance down at your cup. Not your usual—green tea this time. A quiet suggestion you didn’t argue with. It’s gone lukewarm while you were busy running legal arguments about a barista through your head.

“I should go,” you murmur, adjusting your bag. “Actual law to study. Not just the hot-barista kind.”

The newbie nods, wiping down the counter. “Good luck distinguishing the case.”

“Thanks. I’ll win on appeal.”

You laugh under your breath and push open the door—right as someone else pulls it from the other side.

You don’t see him until it’s too late.

There’s a tangle of motion, a sharp inhale, and then your green tea jolts sideways—right out of your hand—and then, somehow… doesn’t fall.

Because Caleb is right there.

He moves like a reflex—fast, clean, and absurdly smooth—one hand catching the cup mid-air, the other steadying your wrist. And just like that, the tea is back in your hands, lid intact, barely a drop spilled.

He grins. “Whoa. Careful, Golden Girl.”

Your heart is gone. It left your body. You’re not even mad about it.

“Are you—” Your voice catches. “Are you training to be a pilot or a superhero?”

He shrugs. “I’m well trained.” A pause. His grin deepens. “So… how’d you know I was studying aviation?”

You freeze.

He caught that.

You flick a quick glance toward the newbie behind the counter.

They are suddenly very busy. Wiping down the espresso machine like it holds state secrets. Not looking at you. Not acknowledging anything.

“Lucky guess,” you lie.

His eyes stay on you for a moment too long, like he’s filing that answer away. He lets go, but the contact clings, like your body hasn’t caught up

“Well,” he says, stepping aside to let you pass, “Guess I’ll have to be more careful what I say around lucky girls.”

But this time, you don’t just stand there.

You look him right in the eye, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Maybe you should just be careful around me.”

That gets him.

For a second, something flashes across his face—amused, intrigued, the tiniest bit caught off guard. But then he recovers, of course he does, smile curling wider like you just played your first real move on the board.

He leans in just a little, voice low.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he murmurs. “I’m always careful. Especially with turbulence.”

And then—the audacity—he winks, pivots, and walks away, disappearing behind the counter like he didn’t just drop a full-body shiver down your spine.

You’re left standing in the doorway, blinking, your tea miraculously upright and your sanity… less so.

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Part 2

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Writer’s note: I said I’d post old drafts. You thought I was joking. That’s on you. Yeah sooo… I kinda love writing the law student. It’s lowkey personal (mystery author strikes again), so I won’t overshare. The obsession element is very fun to play with. Okey then, thank you for reading 🫶🏻

[mini-cactus-me]

Ushijima retiring from his volleyball career and then immediately becoming a house husband for Tendou,,,

He retires after many years in volleyball, but isn’t quite sure what he wants to do next. He loved volleyball, volleyball was his life, but the physical rigor of it taxed his body, and the physical health of his body is more important than continuing an already accomplished career. So, he decides to throw himself into the best stay at home husband as possible for the time being.

He keeps their shared apartment absolutely spotless, and neatly decorates the place— building shelves to store Tendou’s many, many collectibles and adding tasteful decor from the plethora of interior design magazines that he has studied in his free time. On weekends, he plans elaborate dates with delicious restaurants and walks down their river. Every weekday morning, he wakes Tendou up with a hot cup of coffee (with just the right amount of sugar and cream) before he goes off to work with a homemade lunch in hand. And on the topic of lunch, Ushijima spends hours and hours watching tutorials and practicing how to make the little animals and shapes out of the ingredients for Tendou’s packed lunches. He becomes quite good at it, and Tendou is afraid that his heart is gonna give out bc his smoking hot, retired Olympic medalist volleyball star husband is not only sweeping him off his feet with his grand romantic gestures, but he ALSO packs him the CUTEST lunches with a note every day explaining the health benefits for each portion of the meal. He doesn’t know how he’s gonna survive if he continues at this rate.

For the sake of his own heart health, a couple months after his husband has retired, Tendou tells Ushijima that a local sports club is looking for a coach for their middle school girls volleyball team, and he should interview.

[vivi4nn4]

OBEY ME headcannons ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ

𑁍ࠬ ( this is not been proof read for spelling errors or mistakes ) 𝜗𝜚

ᯓ★ lucifer

— lucifer is definitely caring even if he doesn’t show it he very much enjoys the little things like making you an extra cup when he makes coffee

— he likes to spend time with mc just each other doing their own things

— lucifer also cares deeply about his family n friends even if his pride gets in the way of showing it

— lucifer enjoys suits n blazers as we can tell from the game but I also think he enjoys that jumpers / sweaters especially high necked ones and my point is also proven from cards from the game!

— as we know mammon is secretly his favourite brother but I think his second favourite would definitely be leviathan or beelzbub

— lucifer enjoys having mc all to himself his ego launches to the moon when mc decides to spend time with him rather then any of the other brothers

— lucifer barley gets any sleep but he doesn’t enjoy a lie in even when he gets the chance

ᯓ★ mammon

— mammon loves when you gift him stuff he’ll look after it forever n vise virsa he’ll buy you stuff that he knows you’ll love he is the sin of greed after all

— he absolutely adores being around you he’s very clingy like that watching tv? He’s right next to you getting a snack? He’s getting one too

— mammon loves being centre of your attention it makes him feel so special that you choose him due to his lack of social esteem of himself

— truley all that mammon wants is someone who respects him as an equal even his own brothers dont respect him let alone anyone else even tho he is the second strongest

— mammon enjoys talking to mc about his n their day as we can tell he thrives from social interaction

— after a long day mammon just loves sitting in mcs room n watching a movie which we can see happening a few times in the game

ᯓ★ leviathan

— leviathan loves playing games with you if you say yes once he’ll constantly ask you to play again

— leviathan has many online friends n community’s he’s apart of

— leviathan loves when people or mc compliment him bcs his self esteem is so low like mammons as we can tell from the game

— leviathan has such a soft side for mc even if mc doesn’t realise but he truly changes up around them

ᯓ★ satan

— satan immediately calms down around mc he’ll been screaming n shouting n suddenly mc will appear satan will still be angry but lower his tone n soften down

— as we know satan loves cats n wishes he had one in the past he’s owned a few cats but either beelzbub has tried to eat them or they’ve been scared off by lucifer

— Satan loves to read to calm himself down and settle his mind n thoughts he hates when people interrupt him

— satan absolutely hates cleaning his room as we can see from all the books laying around his room it’s just one of the things he never seems to put effort into

ᯓ★ asmodeus

— asmodeus loves doing mcs makeup and doing his brothers as well

— each week asmodeus sets a day typically Sundays where he sets the day to self care n himself

— he loves watching makeup tutorials or makeup videos he’s a big fan of trying to recreate them in his free time

— asmodeus loves shopping days with mc and often asks them to come with him

— asmodeus loves taking aesthetic pictures n posting them

ᯓ★ beelzbub

— beelzbub loves having dinner dates with mc

— beelzbub has won the devildom record for eating the most in every restaurant

— beelzbub enjoys spending most of his time with Belphegor ever since the death of his sister he feels clung to belphegor

— beelzbub is so soft n kind to mc n his brothers he is clearly one if not the softest out of the game

— beelzbub is a great hugger he is like a ball of warmth

ᯓ★ belphegor

— belphegor loves having nap times with mc he could sleep for hours as we already know but especially when he’s around mc he sleeps like a baby

— after the war when everyone first arrived at belphegor used to sleep his thoughts n ignore the memories of lilith and her passing

— when he was trapped in the attic he built up such anger from mc he had such a a hatred for mc due his him being locked away n his trauma with Lilith

— belphegor does feel so guilty toward mc for what he did but he pushes the feeling away

— belphegor is such a deep sleeper even a bomb couldn’t wake him up n even if it did he becomes very agitated when awoken from his sleep

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

[reiding-writing]

Spencer who learned like a whole sss language or something niche like knitting, so he can teach it to reader cause he heard her talking about how hard it is to find a good teacher???

acts of service [ s.r ]

Summary:

Hobbies are supposed to be relaxing. So when Spencer sees you dwindle into frustration at your newfound hobby of embroidery, he takes it upon himself to teach you better than any low quality youtube tutorial would.

WARNINGS: unserious threat of self-induced harm, lots of mentions of needles and piercing things, horrible description of how to do a chain stitch 😭

pairing: spencer reid x gn!reader

genre: fluff

wc: 2.0k

masterlist!!

a/n: i genuinely spent about 15 minutes trying to figure out how to do a goddamn chain stitch because lo and behold, the internet sucks when it comes to tutorials 😭

Spencer watches from across his desk as you re-attempt a stitch in your embroidery hoop for the sixth time before giving up and throwing the hoop down on your desk with a huff and leaving to get a cup of coffee, muttering something under your breath about “Stupid stitches,”

He’d been watching you try in vain to learn to embroider for almost three weeks, and it was getting to the point where he was frustrated for you.

You’d picked it up as a way to relieve your stress whilst working, and instead you’ve manged to frustrate yourself to the point where you’re literally having to remove yourself from your desk to calm yourself down.

“Are you alright?” Spencer raises his eyebrow at you as you return to your desk with a cup of coffee cupped in your hands, and you sigh as you take a seat.

“I’m two minutes away from sticking my embroidery needle in my eye so I don’t have to look at this monstrosity anymore-” You place your mug down on your desk, holding the embroidery hoop to your face to judge your own creation.

“Please don’t,” Spencer’s tone carries genuine care for your well being, but its also followed by a laugh on the back end which indicates he knows you’re not serious.

“Why do I do this to myself?” You ask the question to no one in particular as you lean your head over the back of your chair, swivelling it back and forth with your foot as a pivot and leaving your hand to fall into your lap.

“Studies have shown that having hobbies, particularly creative ones, can decrease the amount of cortisol produced in our bodies over time, leading to an overall more relaxed state of being,” Spencer mirrors the way you turn in your chair as he watches you, answering your rhetorical question as if it were completely serious.

“I can tell you right now that I am the exact opposite of relaxed,” You exhale through your nose, joined by a shake of your head as you straighten your posture once more. “I think its time I cut my losses and give up,”

“No you should keep up with it, it’ll be much easier once you’ve got the hang of things,” He tilted his head slightly at you as he voiced his encouragement.

“Easy for you to say Mr. ‘I have an 187 IQ and an eidetic memory’,” You roll your eyes at him, although your expression betrays the fact that you’re not truly antagonistic towards his intelligence. “Half of the tutorials i’m watching don’t even actually show how to do anything,”

Spencer chuckles as your eyes examine the three straight lines of red stitching in the fabric like you were trying to incinerate them with your mind before discarding the hoop to the corner of your desk to actually get some work done.

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It’s two weeks before the topic of embroidery comes up again, you sat cross-legged and hunched over in your jet seat on the way back from a case in Montana, eyes boring into the fabric as you tried to create a shape vaguely resembling a circle.

“You shouldn’t hunch over like that you know,” Spencer sat down in the seat next to you with a yawn, leaning back against the padding of the leather chair with his head tilted in your direction. “It’ll tighten the muscles in your neck and give you a tension headache,”

You huff at his chastising of your posture considering his own but straighten your back nonetheless, holding your embroidery hoop at eye-level as you carefully puncture the fabric.

He’s glad to see that you haven’t given up on embroidery yet. Partly because it’s good for you to have a hobby that had zero relation to your job and partly because it meant that his 18 hours of research over the last ten days hadn’t been in vain.

“If you’re going in a circle it’s better to use a chain stitch,”

Your eyes flicker upwards at Spencer’s suggestion, wonky thread oval forgotten about as you narrow your eyes at him slightly in an accusatory fashion. “How do you know that?”

“I uh-” Spencer blinked a few times, eyes flickering across the jet’s cabin as he tried to find a reasonable explanation for his sudden knowledge in embroidery that wasn’t because he wanted to be able to teach it to you. “I know a lot of things,”

His intelligence was usually a valid excuse for whatever niche bit of information would come out of his mouth, but you knew for a fact that he had no prior knowledge on how to embroider something. He might have known the history of it at a stretch, but how to physically embroider something? Absolutely not.

If he had he would have told you weeks ago. So this was definitely something new.

“Mhmm, apparently so,” You nod with clear suspicion riddling your expression, but you weren’t about the turn away his help just because you were suspicious of the origins of his newfound expertise in embroidery. “Alright genius, show me then,”

You hold out the hoop in his direction and he takes it from you with an awkwardly endearing smile, un-stitching your botched attempt at a circle and turning the hoop at an angle so that you could see what he was doing.

It was only six stitches, but the way he passed the needle through the fabric was effortless, and it left a perfectly symmetrical blue circle in it’s wake.

“Chain stitching is much easier to curve than straight stitching due to the nature of how the needle passes through the fabric,”

If you weren’t so beholden to his ability to be good at absolutely everything he does you’re sure you’d be a little jealous. Or maybe it was the way his eyes glistened as he looked at you. No. It definitely wasn’t that. You were just grateful he was willing to help you, that’s all.

“Show me how to do it then if it’s so easy,” You shift yourself towards the leather arm that’s separating the two of you, leaning your elbows on it to watch him more closely as your eyes locked on the way the pads of his fingers held the needle.

“Here,” He held it out towards you, blunt side up, as an indication for you to take it. “I’ll walk you through it,”

You take the needle from him with a raised eyebrow, one that only continued to rise as he passed you back your embroidery hoop as well and leaned towards to to angle the fabric at a 45 degree angle towards himself so that he could see what you were doing.

“Alright, so first you want to pierce the needle through the back of the fabric towards you and pull all of the thread through,” You follow his instructions as he speaks, nodding once you’ve garnered yourself a big loop of thread that’s connected under the fabric at one end and your needle at the other.

“Alright?”

“Alright, now go back through that same hole from the top, and bring the needle back up through the fabric about a centimetre downwards, only half pulling the needle through,” You furrow your eyebrow slightly but try to follow him, although he stops you as you attempt to pull the needle all the way through with his hand on top of yours.

“Don’t pull it all the way back through,” He adjusts his body to face a similar direction to yours. “Here, let me help,”

His hands brush the tops of yours as one comes to assist you in holding up the hoop of fabric and the other guides your fingers in holding the needle. His skin is frigidly cold against your own, although whether that’s just because you run hotter than him or the fact that he’s so close to you you feel like you’re internally harbouring volcano you’re unsure.

With his hand guiding your own, you reinsert your needle back through the original hole you’d made from the top down and pierce it upwards through the fabric a little further across, leaving both the tip and the end of the needle above the fabric with the middle underneath.

“Good yeah, now this is the complicated bit, you need to get the rest of your thread,” He loops his ring finger around the excess thread, and makes an effort to move his fingers as slowly as possible so that you can see exactly what he’s doing. “and wrap the start of it underneath the tip of your needle,”

He demonstrates his words as he speaks, pulling the beginning of the loop of thread tight underneath the tip of the needle before slowly pushing the needle all the way through the fabric until it’s free once more, and there’s a small looped stitch in the fabric.

“And then to create your next stitch you do the same steps, but start inside of the first loop,” He again demonstrates his words as he uses your hands to make a second stitch that, like the name suggests’ creates a two-stitch chain from where the stitches are connected.

“See, really simple, just a little convoluted in terms of instructions,” His eyes turn away from the fabric and back towards yours once he’s finished his explanation, although yours remain on your needle. “Think you can do it on your own?”

It takes you a second to come back to your senses, and you blink up at him blankly for a moment before nodding, a soft “yeah I think so…” echoing from your throat.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him that you were to distracted by the way his hands moved against yours to listen to a single thing he said.

“Let me know if you need any more help okay?” He gave you that awkwardly endearing smile that reached his eyes and made you want to scream into your hands at the prospect of being so perfect.

You return it with a half-stunted nod as you desperately turn your eyes downwards to your fabric again, unable to look at him any longer without flushing red light a traffic light. “Yeah thanks-”

“I’ll teach you how to do a running whipped stitch next, it uses two different colours of thread,”

Whipped is right-

Spencer’s tone held all the enthusiasm of a child who’d just learned that you could mix multiple colours to create a new one, and it easily rubs off on you as you resign yourself to actually listening to what he’s trying to teach you instead of just fawning over how it feels when he touches you.

“Can you- show me how to do a chain stitch one more time?”

“Of course!”

The minute his hands touch yours again you know you’re done for.

[caffeinatedcatlover]

With a little help from Cherry, I present the little pop-up coffee cup I made. (Watch the video to see it in action) Today I reached 1.5k followers and I wanted to say thank you to all of you!💜 Thank you for making this little space on the internet so nice and inspiring!

[ credit for the template and tutorial: extremepapercrafting.com ]