#latte☕

[screwpinecaprice]

Drink's on me.

[lunar-solstice-plur]

A longer comic this time! Uhm, you might be getting an announcement from us sometime soon that may not be very good news? But maybe not haha. Let's not think about that right now. For now, just enjoy this comic pls lol.

[harucafelatte]

stupid little things (part 2)

synopsis: the enstars characters as romance clichés

pairings: suou tsukasa, sazanami jun x fem!reader (separate)

genre: fluff

content warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, non-established relationship (tsukasa), established relationship (jun), idol!reader (jun), harassment (jun)

word count: 804 words

author's note: i'm back with part 2 of this series! not really confident but i hope you'll enjoy reading this! read part 1 here!

taglist: @kazemiya, @tomago, @saikisolosgoku (fill in the taglist form to be added)

✧˖° 朱桜 司 · suou tsukasa

➽ confessing while you're "asleep"

"i knew i should've stopped you from playing in the rain with leo..." he sighed as soon he entered your room.

it took you a while to register who was at your door and you soon realised that it was your best friend, tsukasa.

"i told you that i'm fine!" you croaked, as you sat up from your bed.

tsukasa eyed you suspiciously.

"with a voice like that? i think not." he said, making his way to you. he gently placed a hand on your forehead and immediately withdrew his hand. "you're burning up! you're obviously not 'fine'! give me a moment, i'll go get your medicine." he exclaimed, turning around to leave. before he could even take a step, you grabbed his wrist.

"stay..."

"but your medi-"

"i already took them..."

lies.

you haven't taken your medicine. but all you needed right now was for him to be by your side.

"then sleep. i'll be right here."

it was as if he had read your mind.

silence filled the room as you lay back down and closed your eyes while tsukasa, who was seated on the floor next to your bed, watched you toss and turn until finally finding a comfortable position to sleep in. he was glad that your cold wasn't that serious. he couldn't bear to see a loved one suffering.

time flew by quickly, and before he knew it, it was getting dark outside. seeing that your back was facing him, he decided to call out to you.

"y/n?"

no response.

tsukasa took a deep breath.

this was his chance and he wasn't going to waste it.

"i like you, y/n. i've liked you for a while now. i know you can't hear me right now but that's okay, i'll confess to you again soon." with that, he got up and made his way to the door.

"get well soon, my princess." he whispered as he exited your room, closing the door with a 'click'.

little did he know that you were wide awake the entire time, and now you were a blushing mess.

✧˖° 漣 ジュン · sazanami jun

➽ protecting you from a stalker + wrist grabs

you were waiting for jun at the station when you received a text from him.

*jun*

jun - 10:15 am: sorry, i'll be a bit late.

you - 10:17 am: it's okay! i'm waiting at the station.

jun - typing...

suddenly, a voice caused you to look up from your phone.

"excuse me? are you y/n?"

you saw a boy standing in front of you.

"yes, i am. how may i help you?" you asked.

"oh my gosh...i'm literally your biggest fan!" he gushed.

oh.

"you have no idea how much i love you! i've attended all your concerts and brought all your merch! oh my gosh...i can't believe you're standing right in front of me!" he rambled.

he began asking you questions, some of which were personal, which made you slightly uncomfortable. not wanting to ruin your idol image, all you could do was smile.

"right...i've been wanting to ask you this..." he mumbled, leaning into you, causing you to take a step back.

"are you dating that sazanami jun from eden?"

your smile dropped.

what?

"i've seen the two of you walking around in the city together."

"you've been following us around?"

"something like that." he confessed. "look, wouldn't it be better to date someone who truly loves you and can dedicate all his time to you?"

you were starting to feel very uncomfortable and wanted to get out of the situation as soon as possible.

"y/n?"

a familiar voice called out.

both you and the boy turned your attention to the owner of the voice and saw jun walking towards the two of you, with his phone just a few centimetres from his ear.

"i'm sorry for making you wait, y/n. i tried calling you but you wouldn't pick up." jun asked you, with a gentle smile. he sent a chilling glare towards the boy which caused him to take a step back away from you.

before the boy could say anything else, jun grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him.

"let's go, my love," he said lovingly, before guiding you through the crowded station, away from the boy.

after walking for a while, he turned to look over his shoulder.

"did he do anything to you?" he asked, worry clear in his voice.

you shook your head and gave him a small smile. "he just asked me about our relationship."

"i think it's time to reveal our relationship to the public then."

"what? why?"

"so that everyone will know that you're mine and i'm yours." said jun, shooting you a grin.

maybe it wasn't that much of a bad idea after all.

[mimiscoiningcafe]

Salutations! tis I, Boa! Thanks for the names! I didn’t see them right away because tumblr didn’t give me a notification >:[

are you still burnt out from flags? (It’s totally fine if you are, I understand completely) [i’ll send another ask out when you respond]

do you mind making a black wolf moodboard with an arcade theme?

thanks! -AnonyJerboa🐾

Black Wolf Stimboard with Arcade Themes!!

🐺 | 🌈 | 🐺 🌈 | 🐺/🌈 | 🌈 🐺 | 🌈 | 🐺

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I am sorry this took a bit but here you good!! I decided to make it a stimboard because I wanted to make a stimboard so I hope you like!! :]

oh!! also we are open to flags, but we mostly like doing gendersystems because they're lower effort but still give us seratonin!!! :]

so if there's anything from a certain gender system, just link the gendersystem and/or template and we'll be glad to handle it!! :]

[asheanon]

You know, as I sit here and sip on a nice little cup of chai latte, I realize this is yet another drink Sal would happily offer to share with others.

☕💕

Also, shout-out to Chaku just hanging out in Sal's shirt, late 2016. There may or may not be a few fellas who might be jealous of him... -Looks at Nat.-

(Side note: I actually do have a recipe for the "perfect" blend that you can mix yourself, for those who may be interested in that, for reals! Spares you from the never ending search for the "perfect" chai latte mix in stores and inevitably facing the grief of them no longer carrying it as soon as you find it - if you can even find it - etc. Not that I would know what that's like or anything. Not that I hold a grudge... Not that it took me years of my life to find this sort of peace and satisfaction with one little drinkie product again that I loved when I was a baby Ashe, no sireee. :) )

[dizzybevvie]

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[city-calling]

Another photo from Joe's for good measure ☕

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[lovesick-level-up]

Light Academia Latte Cookie Reply Icons

anon requested for our event: Latte cookie light academia! ⌛️

feel free to use with credit! like or reblog if you save!

[ajcrowlor]

i live in Quebec and have access to both American and European chocolate and like. it's all shit imo.

since i've tried specialty chocolate literally everything else now tastes too oily, too acidic or too sweet

i know it all comes down to taste preferences and very much affordability, but i also do think a bar of speciality chocolate is worth 10-20 bars of cheap chocolate, especially bc i don't feel sick after having one bite anymore

The European mind cannot comprehend what it was like to be a person who'd only had Hershey bullshit chocolate my entire life and then have European chocolate for the very first time and it made me realize why people were acting like that in the Willy Wonka movies

[burnmyloveaway]

Fall in less than 12 hours 🪵🍂🍁🧡

[fusion-of-fandom]

June 7th: Pride Art Challenge

Next is Latty! Latty the Latte! She's a cuphead oc, and is the brothers aunt.

She was employed at a bakery before her boss signed her off for the Casino as a waitress, but left due to workplace abuse.

Since she did not write a contract for her work, her boss did, she was able to leave after some debates. She now lives near the wooded areas and is pretty damn good friends with Cagney.

She now avoids even going near the town as mush as possible.

[nasa]

Pumpkin space latte, anyone? ☕

Hubble captured this festive array of stars, Terzan 12, found in the Milky Way about 15,000 light-years from Earth. The stars in this cluster are bound together by gravity in a sphere-like shape and are shrouded in gas and dust. As the starlight travels through that gas and dust to Earth, blue light scatters, leaving the redder wavelengths to come through.

Download the full-resolution image here.

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[harucafelatte]

stupid little things (part 1)

synopsis: the enstars characters as romance clichés

pairings: oukawa kohaku, amagi hiiro x fem!reader (separate)

genre: fluff

content warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread, mentions of blood (kohaku), reader threatens kohaku, established relationship (kohaku), non-established relationship (hiiro)

word count: 505 words

author's note: after reading lots of shoujou mangas and watching lots of romance kdramas, i just knew that i had to write about some things that just made my heart flutter <3 also, planning to make a part 2 :)

taglist: @kazemiya, @tomago, @saikisolosgoku (fill in the taglist form to be added)

✧˖° 桜河 こはく · oukawa kohaku

➽ tending to his wounds

“i hate how you put yourself in situations like these.” you sighed as you finished treating one of the many bruises on his body.

"i don't have a choice! ya know that, don't ya?" he argued, watching you as you examined the scar on his arm. "that's a really deep scar...what did they attack you with?" you asked, ignoring what he had just said.

did she really just ignore me?

"nevermind that...look, i'm just sayin’ that i have no choice and if ya aren't happy with that, we can just br- HEY! THAT HURTS!" he hissed. he saw you holding a antiseptic bottle in one hand and a bloody cotton ball in the other. setting both of them down, you searched for a bandaid in the first-aid kit.

"if you bring up the topic of breaking up just because of you getting hurt ever again, i will not hesitate to pour the entire bottle onto your wounds." you threatened, applying the bandaid onto the scar. "and...done!" you said proudly as if you didn't just threaten someone a while ago.

"ya forgot the scar on my cheek" he reminded. "there's another one?" you groaned as you grabbed his chin and examined the scar on his cheek. with you so close to him, kohaku felt his heartbeat quicken.

"finally! we're done!" you exclaimed the moment you applied the bandaid to his cheek. you cupped his face and placed a kiss on his cheek - right where the scar was.

as you pulled away, kohaku couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have you in his life.

✧˖° 天城 一彩 · amagi hiiro

➽ hands brushing on accident

"thanks for agreeing to walk me home, hiiro!" you smiled, turning your head to face him. all you received was a short hum from the red-haired boy whose eyes were fixed ahead. "maybe he doesn't want to talk?" you thought to yourself, shifting your eyes to look at the ground as the two of you walked in silence.

you were wrong.

in fact, he did want to talk but couldn't thanks to the million questions running through his head. why is it so warm? wait...why is my heart beating so fast? he was so confused - this wasn't the first time he was next to you so why was he feeling...nervous?

the light brush of your hand against his snapped him out of his thoughts. startled, he quickly retreated his hand. you noticed his reaction and muttered a quick "sorry" before returning your gaze to the ground. it took hiiro a while to relax and return his arm to his side as the two of you continued to walk in silence.

suddenly, you felt his fingers gently interlace yours.

you looked at him and saw an embarrassed look on his face. his face was red and he avoided your eyes. "cute..." you thought. smiling softly to yourself, you gave his hand a light squeeze.

and that was when hiiro knew he was truly in love with you.

[mimiscoiningcafe]

Lucifer Headmate Stimboard

👑 / ⚔️ / ✒️ ✒️ / 👑 / ⚔️ ⚔️ / ✒️ / 👑

Lucifer was like "make me a stimboard" and I ended up doing that ajdfpas

Not gonna do the tag list, because I'm not sure if y'all would want that, but here you go!!

[dark-moon-blg]

[chevroletdean]

leather jacket and pumpkin spice latte ── ✮⋆˙☕🎃

pairing: dean x (gender neutral) reader genre: fluff warnings: slightly suggestive but nothing explicit word count: 1.6k

a/n: i've also published this little drabble on ao3. i’m just craving fall weather and the halloween mood.

He had to do a double take.

Dean had not gotten much sleep tonight – hence the decision to slip out of the motel room and grab coffee to go so early in the morning –, so who really knew, if he wasn’t still dreaming? The sight before him sure could have been straight out of his imagination.

Actually, he was sure he had a dream just similar to this before. Some time ago. Or maybe not too long ago. Kinda hard to tell with how often you haunted the three to four hours of shut-eye he was able to catch each night.

When he had left, you were curled up in your blanket, looking like a little burrito wrap. He could barely see your face, a tuft of hair sticking out the only indication of your presence. He figured you were fast asleep and since there was a coffee shop just around the corner, it shouldn’t take too long for him to get back; and it didn’t. Except in the twenty minutes he’d been gone, you had already gotten out of bed, having exchanged the blanket for something else to wrap yourself into.

Not even the soft creaking of the old door to your shared motel room was enough to startle you. Dean’s eyes scanned you up and down, admiring the look of his leather jacket on you. The material hung loosely around your frame, several sizes too big on you. Hell, it was too big on him, but it seemed to swallow you whole, practically dwarfing you.

The leather was loosely crinkled at the joints of your elbows, as if you had attempted to roll up the sleeves a little, but soft, hugging your frame as you rummaged through the kitchenette‘s cabinets.

“Not even any damn tea here,” you sighed to yourself, bottom lip jutting out into a grumpy pout. Your mission to get at least somewhat warm and cozy failed miserably. You weren’t much of a morning person to begin with, but the busted heater in the motel room was your last straw.

October nights in Minneapolis were freezing, according to you at least. “Do we really need to go hunting a werewolf here? He‘ll probably turn into an icicle once the sun sets anyway,” you had grumbled during the car ride.

“Will a pumpkin spice latte do?”

Dean‘s voice startled you at last. He watched you visibly flinch, spin your head around and stare at him with wide eyes. You blinked at him first, then at the disposable cups in his hands and he could practically see your eyes light up with anticipatory sparkles.

You had teased him about his quote-unquote fragile masculinity before, but watching your lips curl up into a giddy smile was worth the feeling of self-consciousness at the coffee shop‘s counter. Somehow asking for extra sweetener and added vanilla went against his principles.

You never understood his aversion to coffee with milk and sugar and how it wasn’t as tough as Dean’s usual americano order. Either way; maybe those syrupy sweet beverages weren‘t too bad after all if they made you happy. And maybe instead of caffeine, he just needed the adrenaline rush of your fingers brushing against his. You took the cup he held out for you – or rather snatched it away.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Dean chuckled. “You’ve got plenty of time to practice the goblin thing for Halloween.”

His teasing remark earned him no more than a roll of your eyes. You were much more occupied with the brew in your grasp, clearly savoring the warmth on your hands and the sweetness on your tongue as you took a sip. The pleased hum that left your lips bordered on a moan and thus sent a shiver down Dean’s spine.

“Whatever witch blessed Minnesota with pumpkins in these weather conditions, may no hunter find them,” you hummed happily.

“I‘m pretty sure the artificial flavor is not from any local pumpkin patch,” Dean snorted softly.

“Shut up and let me enjoy the magic.”

“Magic, huh?,” he grinned, before he gestured downwards to your… attire. “That your wizard‘s robe then?”

You nearly choked on your beloved pumpkin spice latte, realizing the state you were in. After having woken up pretty much abandoned and freezing, you had grabbed whatever clothing item was nearest. It just so happened to be Dean‘s leather jacket, which now made you feel absolutely silly. You had simply thrown it on without thinking, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas beforehand.

At least that was what you were telling yourself and what you were set on convincing Dean with too.

“I was cold,” you shrugged defensively, but there was no way Dean would fail to pick up on the way your ears turned slightly red.

Noticing the tell-tale sign of your flustered state, his lips curled up and he huffed out a bemused chuckle. Emerald eyes wandered down your body once again with that shameless spark in them that he never bothered to conceal. “Didn’t say I was complaining.”

Far from it.

He was itching to reach out to you, pull you closer, let his hands wander all over you. To slip his fingers under that jacket, under that cozy pajama–

“Let me get changed so we can visit the witness.” Your suggestion interrupted those thoughts of his and left him scoffing. Of course you’d divert the topic to the case. Surely, if he were to point it out, you’d blame it on your desire to abandon this nightmare of a motel.

But Dean wasn’t quite ready to get to work just yet.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he spoke, his tone as rich as the cinnamon in your coffee, and stole the pumpkin spice latte from your hands again, setting it on the small kitchen table. “What’s the rush? At least finish your coffee first.”

“It’s called a to go cup for a reason,” you half-chuckled half-sighed, but joined him as he took a seat regardless.

The two of you shared your coffee over idle conversation, your inner morning grouch more and more satiated with each sip. Despite your previous nagging about freezing, you definitely didn’t mind the coziness of lazier mornings like this.

Sure, the heater in this cheap motel wasn’t working properly and you forgot to pack an extra sweater to shield yourself from the crisp October air — but some aspects of fall did make you feel warm. Namely pumpkin spice lattes. Or the fact that Dean remembered you liked them with two pumps of vanilla.

Once having finished your coffee, you disappeared into the bathroom to get ready for the day. A quick shower later and having changed into your daily attire, you went back to Dean.

And you caught him red handed. He was eyeing your coffee tumbler, giving it an experimental sniff, before downing the very last bit of it. You snorted softly as he grimaced and tossed the empty thing into the waste bin.

He looked about as flustered as you did when he caught you wearing his jacket earlier. To each their own guilty pleasures, huh?

“Yummy?”

Christ, that smug smirk of yours was dizzying. Or maybe it was the sugar rush, from just a singular sip.

“Not for me,” Dean grumbled, tone more defensive than necessary. “Just wanted to try and..”

As he trailed off, he averted his gaze away from your eyes towards the leather jacket in your hands. A hint of irritation flickered across his expression.

You raised an eyebrow at him, your smirk not fading whatsoever. As you made your way towards the door, you stopped in front of him and held out the neatly folded jacket. “And?” You asked.

“And, uh… confirm that I prefer more subtle flavors,” he mumbled, his eyes wandering back up, but stopping at the curve of your lips. The second he saw them part slightly, some witty remark likely already on the tip of your tongue, he leaned in to place his own atop.

The kiss was chaste, but he was still able to taste it — behind the freshness of toothpaste, the mixture of cinnamon and nutmeg still lingered.

Subtle, just the way he preferred it. Or maybe it was just his imagination; or some of that autumnal magic you had mentioned earlier.

As Dean broke the kiss, he grinned watching your eyes flutter back open. He’d never get tired of that sight. Just like he’d never get tired of seeing you wearing his clothes. Placing one hand on top of the jacket, he nudged it back towards you.

“Keep it for today,” he said, his words neither an offer nor a suggestion, but rather a request. “Don’t want you complaining about being cold the whole day.”

You blushed and you pouted, but you didn’t protest and swiftly slipped it back on.

Dean gave an approving nod, adjusting the collar of it and smoothing the material over your shoulders. It was definitely too big on you, your hands weren’t even visible under the long sleeves anymore.

“You know you could’ve just asked if you wanted to borrow my clothes, sweetheart,” he teased, which earned him a playful smack on the chest.

“You weren’t complaining earlier,” you puffed. “And while we’re on the topic: You could’ve just asked if you wanted to try the pumpkin spice latte.”

Dean gave a short laugh and stole yet another kiss to savor the taste. You shivered as you felt his tongue slip past your lips and his fingers underneath the leather, settling on your waist. Even through the remaining layer of your shirt his touch seemed to leave a trail of fire down your sides.

“You weren’t complaining either,” he whispered, his warm breath on your flushed skin still the best remedy against cold weather.

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