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[designmiss]

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[bananasplit133]

Between Shadows and Light (Part 1)

(part 2) (part 3)

Alternate Invincible | Mark Grayson x Reader

Summary: In a small café overshadowed by Invincible’s reign, the protagonist finds a brief escape from the chaos outside. When Invincible enters the café dressed casually, a mix of anxiety and curiosity arises. They engage in a conversation about fear and hope, revealing a complex dynamic between them. The protagonist recalls a past encounter where they saw Invincible’s face during a battle, a secret they keep.

As Invincible returns for deeper conversations, he expresses a newfound appreciation for hope, which he has lost sight of. Their discussions reveal layers of intrigue and tension, marking the beginning of a slow-burning connection in a world transformed by fear and power.

(This is also on AO3. User: bananasplit133)

The soft hiss of the espresso machine filled the air as you adjusted your apron, glancing around the small café. The warm, inviting atmosphere was a comforting reprieve from the chaos that had overtaken the world. Just a few months ago, life was vibrant and alive—people bustling in and out, laughter echoing over clinking cups. But that was before Invincible had descended upon the earth like a dark cloud, bending the will of the masses and turning your quaint town into a shadow of its former self.

You wiped down the counter, your mind wandering to the streets outside, now eerily quiet. Most people had surrendered to Invincible's rule, their spirits crushed under the weight of his relentless power. It was disheartening, but here, in the café, you could pretend for a little while longer that things were normal—that you were safe, surrounded by the comforting scent of coffee and pastries. As the bell above the door jingled, you looked up to see a tall figure step inside. The light from the outside cast an imposing silhouette, but as the figure moved closer, you recognized him. Invincible, but… without his iconic costume? — It was purely by chance that you glimpsed his face a few months ago. You had found yourself caught between a battle he was waging against a few superheroes and a closed road, leaving you no choice but to hide and hope the fight would wrap up quickly so you could escape to safety. The superheroes didn’t manage to inflict any damage on Invincible; his costume, however, was another story. You happened to be in the perfect position to witness it—the sight of his mask and several other parts of his outfit reduced to nothing but ashes. You never revealed to anyone that you knew what he looked like, but that image lingered in your mind for a long time. — He wore a simple black jacket and jeans, his dark hair slightly tousled, but there was an unmistakable aura of authority about him. Invincible stood at the entrance, his presence radiating a strange mix of intimidation and cockiness. You didn’t know much about him; he was a significant figure in this new world order, and the reputation he carried was one of fear and dominance. He glanced around the café, taking in the eclectic decor, and for a moment, his expression softened, as if a wave of nostalgia hit him for a bare second, though it quickly morphed back into a facade of casual confidence.

“Can I help you?” you asked, forcing your voice to remain steady despite the curious knot forming in your stomach. Why was he here out of all places?

“Just a coffee. Black.” His voice was low, edged with a self-assuredness that hinted at the power he wielded.

“Coming right up,” you replied, reaching for the coffee pot. As you poured the steaming liquid, you couldn’t help but observe him. Up close, he seemed less like the monster the media portrayed and more like a man who thrived on the chaos he had created.

You slid the cup across the counter, your fingers brushing against his as he took it. There was a moment of silence, a strange tension hanging in the air, and you quickly withdrew your hand, focusing back on your job. “That’ll be three dollars,” you said, trying to maintain your composure.

“Keep the change,” he said, sliding a bill across the counter. His gaze lingered on you, and you could feel the weight of his interest, as if he were trying to figure out what made you different from everyone else.

“Thanks,” you replied, attempting to sound casual. “Enjoy your coffee.”

He turned to find a seat, and as he did, you caught sight of the tense set of his shoulders. For someone who wielded so much power, he seemed burdened by something, perhaps even frustration. You felt a tug of curiosity for him, a desire to understand the man behind the facade.

As he settled into a corner booth, you continued to work, your mind drifting back to him. Why was he here? Why not one of the fancy bars or high-end establishments he could easily access? The question nagged at you as you served other customers, stealing glances in his direction when you could.

After a while, the café began to empty, the remaining customers drifting out into the night. Mark remained, nursing his coffee, lost in thought. You hesitated for a moment before approaching his table, curiosity bubbling beneath the surface. This could go south any second, but the questions that kept popping up in your mind were eating at you.

“Are you alright?” you asked softly, genuine concern lacing your tone. “You seem... miles away.”

He looked up, surprise flickering in his eyes before he offered a small, almost mocking smile. “Just thinking about how different things used to be. It’s easy to forget when everything feels... chaotic.”

You nodded, understanding all too well what he meant. “This café used to be a meeting place for friends and families. Now, it feels like everyone is afraid to come out.” “Afraid to live,” he added, his voice low and edged with arrogance. “I guess I’m part of the reas-”He leaned back, an almost smug expression on his face before you interrupted him.

“Are you serious? That’s a bit much, don’t you think?”” The moment the words left your mouth, you realized your mistake.

Mark leaned forward, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “You actually think I’m the reason? How do you know that?”

You shifted on your feet, trying to regain your composure. “Well, I mean, it’s not like people aren’t scared of you. You’ve got this whole... Invincible thing going on.”

His gaze narrowed, curiosity morphing into suspicion. “And how do you know who I am?”

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of your admission. “I just- uh- had a little.. incident a couple of months ago, saw your face accidentally. Kinda hard to forget someone’s face when they’re highly-known”

Mark's expression darkened, a mixture of intrigue and caution. “An incident? You were close enough to see my face? That’s... interesting.” He leaned in closer, his voice lowering. “What exactly did you see?”

Your heart raced as you searched for the right words. “It was a fight. I was stuck in a situation where I couldn’t really move, and… well, you were there. You were busy with the other superheroes, and I just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

He studied you intently, his expression unreadable. “So you’ve had a front-row seat to my ‘heroics’? You’re lucky you didn’t get caught in the crossfire.”

You bit your lip, feeling the tension in the air. “Yeah, I guess so. But I didn’t mean to pry or anything. I swear I won’t tell anyone. It’s not like I was looking to get involved in your... business.”

Mark’s lips curled into a smirk. “Good. Because trust me, you don’t want to be part of that world. Just remember, if anyone asks, I’m just Mark. Got it?”

“Got it,” you replied, trying to sound more confident than you felt. As he leaned back, the weight of the conversation hung between you, a precarious balance of curiosity and danger.

Mark cleared his throat before talking again. “As I was saying, I guess I’m part of the reason why everyone’s afraid to live nowadays.” He said, an almost proud smirk on his face. There was an unsettling confidence in his admission that made you pause. Most people spoke of him with fear, but here he was, revealing a side of himself that felt like a twisted game. You felt a mix of intrigue and wariness.

“It’s not just you,” you said gently, feeling the urge to ease the tension. “People need time to adjust. This café—this space—it’s a reminder of what we can have again.”

He studied you for a moment, his gaze penetrating. “You really believe that?”

“I have to. Otherwise, what’s left?” You shrugged, a small smile playing on your lips. “And besides, I think people like normalcy. It gives them hope.”

Mark seemed to consider your words, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Hope can be a dangerous thing. But you, you’re different. You should know that clinging to hope isn’t always the best choice.”

“Or it can be a beautiful one,” you countered softly, meeting his gaze with unwavering conviction. For the first time, you saw a flicker of something complex in his demeanor. It was as if you were witnessing a brief glimpse of the man behind the mask—a man who thrived on chaos and understood the power he held over others.

“I’ll take your coffee anytime,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “It’s... refreshing.”

You smiled back, feeling a sense of warmth swell in your chest. This was not the reaction you expected from someone like him—someone who thrived on fear and dominance. It was oddly comforting, the way he responded to your kindness, as if it were a rare treat in a world where he was often met with distance and wariness. As the evening wore on, you found yourself intrigued by him, wanting to know more about the man behind the facade. With a final smile, you turned away, feeling the weight of his gaze follow you as you tidied up the counter.

The café clock chimed, signaling the end of your shift. Reluctantly, you glanced toward the door, the thought of leaving him behind a nagging ache in your chest. “I should get going,” you said, feeling a twinge of disappointment. “But I hope to see you again.”

“I’ll be around,” he replied, his voice steady. “This café is... different. I like it.” With a final smile, you turned away, feeling the weight of his gaze follow you as you tidied up the counter. As you finished closing, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something—a slow burn waiting to ignite amidst the ashes of a world transformed.

----

The next few days passed in a blur of routine, but thoughts of Mark lingered in your mind like the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Each time the bell above the door jingled, you felt a mix of hope and anxiety flooding your senses. Would he return? Would you have the chance to learn more about him, the man who seemed so different from the figure everyone feared?

You found yourself looking for ways to distract yourself from the uncertainty that stirred within. Your shifts were filled with the usual chatter of customers, the clinking of cups, and the familiar rhythm of brewing coffee, yet a subtle unease sat at the back of your mind. Each time someone entered, your gaze flicked toward the door, searching for the silhouette you had come to recognize.

When Mark finally walked in again, the atmosphere shifted slightly, his presence demanding attention without the need for grand gestures. He looked just as weary as before, but there was something about his demeanor—an air of contemplation, perhaps? You watched as he approached the counter, his expression thoughtful.

“Back for more coffee?” you asked, trying to keep the mood light.

“Actually, I was hoping to talk,” he replied, his tone serious yet laced with that signature cockiness.

“Sure, I can spare a few minutes,” you said, curiosity piquing within you. You were still getting used to.. whatever this was between the two of you. As you poured him another cup, your mind raced with questions. What did he want to discuss? Did he have something he wanted to share?

He settled into the same corner booth, and you grabbed a small notebook from behind the counter, more for comfort than anything else. You slid into the booth across from him, feeling the tension of the moment fill the space between you.

“What’s on your mind?” you asked, setting the notebook down, your fingers brushing against the pages nervously.

Mark took a sip of his coffee, his gaze drifting to the window, where shadows of the outside world flickered like ghosts. “I wanted to thank you for what you said the other night. It made me think.”

“About what?” you asked, leaning in slightly, genuinely interested.

“About hope,” he replied, his voice steady. “I’ve been so consumed by everything going on that I forgot what it felt like to have something to believe in. Not that I need it.” His smirk returned, cocky and self-assured. “But it’s amusing to see someone cling to it.”

You listened intently, surprised by his admission. “It’s easy to lose sight of that, especially with everything that’s happened,” you said softly. “But it’s important to hold on to it, even in small ways.”

He met your gaze, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. “You really think so? Most people think it’s a weakness.” “Maybe it is,” you replied, feeling emboldened. “But it’s what makes us human.”

Mark leaned back, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that. Most people wouldn’t dare to say that to me.”

“Maybe they’re just afraid,” you offered, wishing to peel back the layers of his guarded demeanor. “Fear can make people act differently.”

“Or it can make them weak,” he countered, his voice low and dangerous. “Weakness is not something I tolerate. But you? You’re… intriguing.” He said after a few seconds of trying to find a fitting word. You felt a mix of unease and intrigue at his words. “I just try to be nice to people. Everyone has their own struggles.”

Mark’s expression shifted slightly, revealing a glimmer of something darker. “Being nice is overrated. It’s more fun to be feared. After all, fear keeps people in line.” You couldn’t tell if he was joking or if there was a genuine edge of seriousness behind his words. “Is that really all there is to it?” you asked, cautiously probing.

He chuckled, a low, almost sinister sound that sent a shiver down your spine. “Oh, it’s just the reality of power. You wouldn’t understand unless you experienced it yourself.”

The conversation hung in the air, charged with tension. You wanted to believe there was more to him than this bravado, but you also recognized the darkness lurking beneath the surface. “I guess we’ll see,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light, even as unease crept into your chest.

Mark smirked, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth. Maybe he didn't get much of it these days. “I’m looking forward to it.”

As your shift continued, you couldn’t shake the sense that this marked the beginning of some kind of connection between the two of you.

(THATS ALL. ANY FEEDBACK???? SHOULD I CONTINUE TS OR NOT??)

[nicoscheer]

We’ve been blessed with an entire HOUR of interview

I’ll be honest I’ve frankly got no clue according to which criteria I’ve picked the moments, just somes I felt were nice, funny or interesting

3:44 his uncle, his dads brother had a pub called RAT AND PARROT (everything you’ve come to expect)

10:32 “I was wanking into oatmilk” you was doing what into what now ?! 🥛🫣

None of them being able to let the other finish their sentence is fucking hilarious 😂

19:56 “1994 I was 8 … or 10”; my mans you were born in 86 please tell me how you could have possibly been 10 years old fucking early onset dementia

20:20 “I’m a kinky fuck”

21:47 “I’m into therapy and psychology and how you deal with situations”

38:45 “he’ll be me bro till I die” (bout Alex)

49:45 “there was always a picture of Al Pacino on the friDge” (his voice just jumped three fuckin octaves there for a sec)

50:44 just the sound and face he made 🥹🥹

54:38 “whatever I’m feeling I’m doing”

55:01 IMMEDIATELY going for Penne al’arrabiata and then cottage pie as comfort food

55:17 just look at that endearing face

56:07 bit of this or that (Liverpool vs London)

58:02 YESS to him kissing both of them on the cheek

The post

Little goat headbutt

That darling 🥹🫠🫶🏽

[khadlaj-perfumes]

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[kroosluvr]

temptation

i lowkey have too many notes to write down properly KDFHKDS but ill write them down for Future Cele so i can read it later and be like omggg past cele ur so fun and interesting

in general, the more "color" the scenes have, the closer it is to "real life" as opposed to the muted/hushed winter blues of maruki's reality

i.e. the dark frames w akira smiling and the very last panel are when reality sinks in: first for akira, then for goro

by the way this is long winter au but sumire is still brainwashed. this also works for canonverse but i just had long winter au in mind:o

youve heard of laundry and taxes now get ready for coffee and pastries

in every panel, akira is smiling! :) and goro is very much not smiling.

intentionally his face is hidden in the last 2 pages so its unclear whether it's the "ideal reality" already (akira/goro's daydreams/wants/desires), or if goro is still fighting akira on making sure he picks the right choice

the smoke from the first page kinda leads into the 3rd page omfg COMPLETELY UNINTENTIONAL BUT REALLY COOL LMAOOO

that's nameless and belladonna in jazz jin!!! i love them. I LOVETHEM. i miss them so bad is it obvious

the cafe is loosely based off of caffe strada @ uc berkeley LMAO. my parents used to take me there a lot as a little kid so that's the first cafe i think of when i imagine one. its like right on the streetside, basically on the sidewalk, so its very bustling and people are always walking by... probably a little disconcerting to see everyones summery bright smiles despite the bitter cold and snow

in long winter AU, the Ideal Reality starts before 1/1 so yeah they get to see the new years fireworks together (or something)

also intentional that they wear the same winter outfits in the whole comic although it Probably does not take place at the same time. in maruki's snowglobe, time seems frozen in place... but akira and goro are both acutely aware that the sands are running thru QUICK

goro's frustrated expression on page 3 is one also of disdain: "don't speak FOR me you fucking imbecile" type of expression.

goro, who's never lived a normal life and therefore doesn't know much abt "normalcy" nor really actively seeks it. this 3rd semester is basically purgatory for him and he doesn't care to try and go through the motions the way akira does. akira what do YOU know about the type of "normalcy" i deserve? how do YOU know if i "deserve" that?

im thinking that this is a naive akira who is mostly set on taking the deal because he feels hopeless... seeing all his friends with good happy lives while goro and himself are alive and miserable and shouldering the weight of the world during the horror of long winter......

oh but if he takes the deal they could all be good and alive and happy!!!.... and goro knows this. i feel like in any other universe (i.e. akira is 100% certain on not taking the deal and goro knows this) then goro would be happy and carefree to do these little indulgences for himself and akira's sake, to just enjoy the snowglobe world while it exists.

but this goro is discontent. he sees how akira is enjoying the snowglobe and knows maruki is depending on this. goro has to be the one to remind akira that none of this is his to keep........ in this fucked up world, routine is dangerous. becoming comfortable is dangerous. they cannot keep any of this.

on that note, goro says "i hate you" in a halfhearted sort of way (it's not true and akira knows that.) but he's trying to think of a way that he can dissuade akira from picking the wrong choice.....

and i think the thing is, goro thinks all of this, but he still falls into the rhythm of routine with akira anyway. in a way, goro feels hopeless too.

all of this is maruki's doing........ paralyzed by the inability to choose... whatever you do, you lose. goro needs to hold akira at arm's length so the stupid sentimental fool doesn't get too attached and falls into the wrong universe. akira needs to make a concentrated effort to detach himself from goro even though he wants the simplest thing in the world: just one more unremarkable day with him. it's lose-lose..........,

also i liked drawing the tentacles in the last pic the freaking blue lines on them were SO satisfying to draw

edit: also the last page: the blood flooding the panel….. the idea of the ideal world being built off of the blood and sweat and tears and bodies of the people who could have been. of those lost in the actualization, of those destroyed, of those stitched together and brought back to life. all just for a little false happiness. goro sees it but akira doesn’t, and it’s a grim sight.

[frombookstoretobookstore]

Call Sign: Half Caff : Part One

(Alright I’m new to writing please don’t judge me. I HAD to start writing because of The Pitt. Mild spoilers if you haven’t finished the show)

TW: reader is attacked at the end. I had to make it dramatic sorry.

Part Two : Masterlist

She’s putting almost all of her focus into refilling her coffee mug, she hardly notices him entering the small cafe. It isn’t until he plops his travel mug onto the counter before her that she looks up from staring at the precious coffee falling into her mug. She raises an eyebrow at him as she sets her mug down and holds her hand out for his.

“Evening Half Caff.” He smirks, using his call sign for her. Her short stature and reliance on caffeine had only caused him to double down on the nickname. When she had first protested it.

She only grunts as she fills his mug from the coffee pot sitting on the edge of the counter. She hands it off to him as she grabs a tray of various baked goods sitting on top of the espresso machine and he follows her as she moves to set them up at the folding table that’s dragged out for these meetings.

Every Thursday night the local coffee shop closes its doors to customers and opens it for the local Veteran’s Affair office. One a week, veterans of all ages and branches gather. Part of the night is devoted to mingling, friends old and new talking about their week. The second part of the night has a darker hue. Chairs are dragged to the middle of the shop and set up in a circle. It reminds y/n of an alcoholics anonymous meeting: everyone sharing the tragedies they’ve witnessed, the fellow comrades they’ve lost both overseas and at home, and the struggle of integrating back into civilian life after having been in some of the toughest conditions the world has to offer.

It’s how her and Jack met. Not that she’d ever seen combat or boot camp. Not in terms of military service at least. After struggling with her mental health, her therapist had recommended volunteer work, something routine and low stakes that wasn’t another job. She’d offered to donate her time to her local coffee shop, setting up and taking down for group activities twice a week. A book club on Tuesdays, and the veteran meetings on Thursdays. She’d often help set up and take down for special events the café held; like when the middle school’s theater club had asked to borrow the space for brainstorming set design.

Jack’s eyebrows furrow as he looks at her, noting her usual cheery appearance gone and replaced with sharp sarcasm and deflection.

“Not enough caffeine?” He asks her, noting her usual grace being replaced with something that resembles stomping.

“You’ve got another one tonight. Blue sweatshirt on your six.” She nods over to where a newcomer has caught one of the older vets in conversation.

“Oh no. That’ll be the third one this month.” Jack groans as he notices the cocky behavior of the kid who must only be twenty. His army buzz haircut still fresh. He leans against the wall next to the table. Trying to hide his smirk behind his cup as she continues to grumble while setting out more muffins and scones next to the containers of coffee.

They referred to these kind of people as “OMBs” or ‘one-month babies’. These individuals got the wrong idea of war from obsessing over army video games as young kids and teenagers. Often coming from heavy right leaning families, these individuals joined the numerous branches of armed service not to serve their country, but to fuel their ego. These meetings had been hosts to numerous individuals who were more upset that they hadn’t had the chance to shoot someone, than they were over the small stipend they received once back on US soil.

“How bad?” Jack said, turning to her as she braces her hands on the table. She winces and sighs.

“Three weeks on a German base as custodial. I think boot camp has been the hardest thing he’s been through.” She turns and crosses her arms, glaring at the back of the kid.

“So, nothing compared to the rest of these guys.” He smiles and raises his coffee mug as a familiar army buddy of his passes to grab a seat.

“Oh, my fucking god.” She hisses though gritted teeth. Jack winces as he watches the kid toss a muffin wrapper on the floor as he continues talking, the two vets he’s dragged into conversation raise their eyebrows and share a look.

“Damn, if I didn’t work, I’d take you to dinner tonight to make up for his bullshit.” She laughs at his joke. They’ve made this joke for months; often joking about getting dinner after the meetings despite Jack working the nightshift at the hospital just down the road. Y/n gives him a once over, secretly enjoying the way Jack’s black scrubs look, his white badge a stark contrast to the rest of his outfit.

“Hit him with the one two guilt trip.” She all but sneers, causing Jack to laugh into his mug. He holds it out and she refills it.

“That bad huh?” He turns to her with a smile, she smirks up at him.

“He called me ‘coffee girl’. If you don’t take it off, I’m ripping it off and throwing it at him after a fat knuckle sandwich.”

“Alright easy Half Caff, go read your book behind the register and I’ll see what I can do.” He bumps her with his shoulder as he shoots her a smile and makes his way to gather with everyone else in the middle of the dining area.

The meeting starts as they usually do. Jeremy, a navy veteran who did two tours, opens the conversation with his usual story. How he lost three of his friends overseas to violence, and one here in the states as they succumbed to their PTSD and trauma.

Jack shoots a look over to y/n behind the register as the new kid, Ben, immediately starts a rant about how more violence is needed. Jack starts to see red as Ben goes on about using violence to thwart foreign governments and the need for additional troops to bring down resistance to US soldiers. 

Jack leans forward in his chair, rubbing at his calf. He interrupts Ben, “What’s the worst thing you saw while over there in Germany?” He doesn’t look up to see Ben’s reaction as he rolls his pant leg up slowly.

When he’s met with silence he looks up and finds the new kid staring at his leg as Jack slowly removes his prosthetic. He massages the spot where his mid-calf and the prosthetic rub, an irritant he knows will never go away. The new kid only opens and closes his mouth like a fish.

“That bad huh?” Jeremy says, covering a small laugh with a cough as he catches on to what Jack is doing. Ben clears his throat and looks away as Jack replaces the prosthetic, offering the kid a small smile. Another vet launches into a story on his struggles reintegrating into civilian life, having only been back from Iraq for two weeks. 

Jack glances back to the register where y/n offers a small smirk and mouths ‘thank you’ to him, he nods. He’s thankful for her, not many civilians understand the struggles of coming back, of facing the music. She’s dealt with OMBs almost as much as he has, something he struggles to accept. He often brings these individuals up to his therapist. How can someone who got so lucky in their overseas assignment get so angry they didn’t see the true horrors of war?

The meeting wraps up and he stands to stretch his back. He makes his way back to y/n for one last top off on his coffee mug. She fills his mug over the register and smiles.

“Be safe Lance Corporal.” She says with a smirk, he smiles. She often throws out whatever army rank she can remember when referring to him. Something he’s sure is payback for her Half Caff nickname. Something he considers her callsign.

“Always am Half Caff. See you next Thursday.” He secures the lid on his travel mug and raises it in thanks. He leaves the café and turns right, making his way towards the hospital to relieve the day shift workers.

She chuckles and shakes her head as he leaves. She begins to busy herself with clean up, gladly accepting help from Jeremy as she and the café owner, GiGi, start to put everything back into its rightful place.

Sometime later, the café is back to normal, chairs and tables back to their places, dishes washed, and coffee mugs stacked neatly and ready for the following morning rush.

“Can you grab the trash? I’ll take out the recycling in a bit before I lock up.” GiGi says, sweeping her hair out of her face as she jots down notes for the morning crew.

“On it!” Y/n calls as she grabs one of the bags and swings the other over her shoulder, backing into the back room to toss the garbage out into the dumpsters of the back alley. 

She’s too busy making a to-do list in her head to see it coming. She tosses one bag into the open dumpster from the top of the small staircase and is about to throw the other when she’s grabbed from behind and wrenched into the guardrails.

She groans as she’s thrown down the rest of the stairs, a well-aimed punch lands on her jaw, and she sees white as the pain burns through her body. She’s so out of it she barely feels the two kicks bash her ribs in, her breath becoming ragged.

She gasps on the ground, gravel digging into her side and cutting her face. Her vision swims as she sees the quickly receding footsteps as whoever attacked her runs off. She wheezes, her mouth gaping as she tries to call for help.

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Idk, y'all want part two?

[i-heart-yellowstone]

Callin’ Somebody Mama

Tags [ @kmc1989 @tallrock35 @pear-1206

The cold Montana wind blew my hair all around except in my face while I rode beside my boyfriend Lee on horseback. Eyeing the herd of cattle running across the field yet I noticed a mama caff slowly walking behind the rest of the group. Tugging the reins of my horse I pointed towards the mama caff knowing something wasn’t right with her. “Lee, do you see that? I think she’s hurt. Let’s go.” Kicking my horse in its side my horse Chloe ran towards the injured cattle where I dismounted my horse a few steps away from the animal.

Lee followed after me, dismounting his horse carrying a rope in his hands just in case the mama cattle decided to run off when we tried to help her. “Looks like a breach. Can we get her up?”

“No. We’ll pull it while she’s down.” I dropped down onto my knees wrapping my arms around the mama’s stomach holding her down onto the ground with all the strength I could so she didn’t kick me or run off.

Lee bent down behind the mama’s back legs looking between them to see the baby trying to get out. “You got her, Y/n?”

“Yeah. You got the legs.” I nodded, feeling the mama beginning to squirm.

Lee grunted pulling the baby calf out by its legs pushing the mama and baby apart for a minute after I had fallen down onto my back to avoid getting kicked by the calf’s mama who had jumped up. “Woo - that could’ve gone a lot worse. Here, are you alright there?”

“Sure. I just decided to take a nap on the ground like this after delivering a calf.” Crossing my arms over the back of my head I stuck my tongue out at him teasingly.

He extended his hand down to me, pulling me upright to stand with him. “Forget that I asked.” He found a large rock off to the side of the area where we had just delivered the calf as me and Lee took a seat down to rest for a moment.

Lee and I had been together since middle school. He had nervously asked me out to our junior prom. My mother had gotten pregnant with me at the age of 13 so when he asked me out she was slightly worried I’d get pregnant just like she had. Thankfully Lee was raised right and we had taken things simple and slow by just spending time together working his family’s ranch.

I didn’t think I’d like being a rancher growing up. According to Lee you’d never get a day off from the work of raising the food that you would later eat. But somehow I began to fall in love with it and I knew it had to do with how much joy it brought the oldest Dutton son. He puts his heart and soul into this life and the land and that’s beautiful to watch.

Shifting my gaze across the field I ran a hand through my messy braid watching the mama and her baby calf begin walking around together. “Lee, don’t punch me for asking this but what do you see when you look at that calf?”

“I see a life I gotta feed and defend until it grows up and feeds me.”

I pretended to play dumb tilting my head to the side with curiosity. “So that calf is your baby now. Congratulations, you're a mother.”

“Please don’t start calling me mama, Y/n.” He shook his head in embarrassment.

I couldn’t resist and he knew he had just set himself up to be teased. “Mama Lee, it has a nice ring to it.”

“Seriously, don't start telling my siblings to call me that would you.” He begged me, looking in my direction fiddling with the tan cowboy hat sitting on his head.

Scooting over to him I whispered in his ear with a grin on my face. “Mama Lee.”

“Y/n, please stop.”

“Mana Lee, what are you going to name your baby huh?” I questioned him before he sharply turned his head around getting in my face when he blurted out his next response.

“I'd rather be calling you mama then my girlfriend anymore.”

Blinking my eyes a couple of times I became confused at what he had just said to me. “Wha-what. How could I become a mother if I'm not your girlfriend anymore?”

“By becoming my wife and having my children.” Lee responded by getting up from the ground and lowering himself down onto one knee right in front of my eyes. He dug inside his tan jacket pocket taking out a small black box, opening it to reveal a small ring.

Bringing my hands to my mouth I felt tears welling in my eyes at what was happening right before me. “Lee, you can't seriously be -”

“Proposing, oh yeah I am.” He takes one of my hands in his, holding onto the ring with the other. “Y/n, I never knew you'd be the woman that I fell in love with. I always thought we'd just stay friends until our junior prom rolled around and all I could think about was asking you to be my date. Now you're sitting here as my girlfriend and even that doesn't seem to be enough. I want - I want to call you mine forever. I want to call you my wife. I want to have kids with you - honestly there's no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with on this ranch. So will you marry me?”

Throwing my arms around his neck I tackled him down onto the ground where he clutched the ring in his hand so he didn’t lose it. “I love you, Lee Dutton.”

“I love you too - but uh - does that mean you're saying yes.” He chuckled sitting upright keeping me sitting in his lap, showing me the ring again.

Giggling in response I held out my left hand letting him slide the ring on my finger. “Yes, yes, yes I'll marry you.” The ring had a simple light blue jewel in the middle of it and was somewhat familiar to me for some reason when I sent my now fiancé a look of curiosity.

“It's my mothers ring. I asked my father if I could pass it down to you. I hope you like it.”

Leaning forward I slowly kissed the oldest Dutton with a grin on my lips. “I love it just as much as I love you.” He smiles, kissing me and I hold back a laugh at the tickling off the beard on his chin.

“What’s that look for, Mrs. Dutton?” Lee asked me pulling away from the gentle kiss, keeping his arms wrapped around my waist holding me close to his chest.

A smirk grew across my face when the words left my mouth. “What do you say to start working on me becoming a mama eh cowboy?”

“You’re a clever girl, Mrs. Dutton.” Lee scooped me up into his arms hearing me giggle with such joy, carrying me bridal style over to our horses and we rode back to the Foreman's cabin as fast as we ever had in our lives.

[brittle-doughie]

Picture this, a funny lil scenario set probably a bit in the future for the prime timeline of Y/N, where each of the Beasts have been integrated into the kingdom...But have been causing a bit of an issue.

Shadow Milk -

Recently there's been a whole lot of gossip and rumors being spread about how Shadow Milk and Y/N are a genuine couple, prompting MANY cookies, some with heavy influence on society to start being bombarding Y/N with more love than usual...Intentionally tiring them, all so the beast could pop up when they were at their lowest, PROMISING that this could all go away if they just accepted it. (And of course black sapphire and candy apple were the leading cause of this, like who's going to believe a beast?

Eternal Sugar -

Now Eternal Sugar on the other hand has been spreading her slothful propaganda, causing nearly an entire QUARTER of the kingdoms populous to become far more inactive...However she seemingly avoids influencing those who are avid workers of the kingdom and help keep it chugging along, after all she would never do anything, and she means ANYTHING to jeopardize her beloveds kingdom...unlike her fiendish cohorts.

Mystic Flour -

Mystic Flour has unlike a few of her accomplices, decided against calling a single place home, opting to become a travelling vagrant wandering the kingdom and ultimately spreading her "gospel", in regards to how futile any and all things are...Even creating somewhat of a cult, this of course in turn leads to a feud between Mystic Flours and Eternal Sugars hoard of believers who each devote themselves to either of their causes...Heck, even the Beasts themselves decided to get involved with the conflict, once spectating for amusement, now invested.

Silent Salt -

Silent Salt similarly to Mystic Flour hadn't taken up a home in the kingdom, however in contrast Silent Salt remains of the outskirts of the kingdom practicing every waking hour of the day, morning, noon and night practicing their swordsmanship, mainly using structures like trees and other such things as their main source of "training dummies", however this quickly became a problem for Y/N as due to this there has been a NOTICABLE plummet in resources..

Burning Spice -

As for Burning spice...he has done likely the worst of all, an act so inhumane, so HORRENDUS... Even the witches would shudder in fear... For HE....

cut in line at a small caffe located in a remote corner of the kingdom.

What? Did you think he, the HERALD of the tides of change, would ever abide by such a concept as "waiting for HIS turn"?

Naturally the Beasts aren't all so cooperative with any other cookie besides the select few (and by select "few"-Y/N.), and outright ignore them or threaten to crumble them where they stand.

And so, the duty has fallen upon Dumpling Cookie to resolve this... Thankfully developing a revolutionary tool to stop them...

A keychain with a picture of Y/N's face on it!

Why she has this?

Why are you asking.

Moving on, Dumpling approached each of the Beasts...despite their initial transparent disdain for the cookie... Only to be totally mesmerized by the small picture, and having their attention kept by the jingling of the keys.

By the end of the day, the problem was resolved, even Y/N doesn't know how.

“Pretty pretty, shiny shiny” ahhhh Beast Cookies.

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s masterlist

CT-Casa" – Life Among 1000 Brothers (and You in the Middle)

Headcanons: Nat-Borns in the Cloning Residential Complex

1. You get nicknames. Immediately.

Your real name? Forget it.

Fives calls you "Civvie."

Jesse goes with "Roomie Non-Clone"

Kix just calls you "Patient Zero" because you had to sneeze once.

After a week, everybody knows you and you? You are still trying to figure out who is who.

2. You start making a mind map on your wall:

Hardcase = loud, loves snacks and caboom

Kix = medical madman (can somehow teleport??)

Fives = Charm. Too much charm. Forbidden sexy

Cody = looks like the boss. IS HE THE BOSS???

Fox = Mr. No-Bullshit, caff-addicted, chronically tired

Wolffe = dark and broody, (softie)

3. You are the cultural connection to the "normal world."

You bring "weird food" – for example, sushi, vegan sandwiches, or spinach.

Hardcase asks if that's legal.

Waxer wants the recipe.

Kix asks if it has healing properties.

Fox... looks at it as if it could explode.

4. Your daily life is not normal.

Your coffee machine is missing? Fox "borrowed" it because of an emergency (he'll bring it back. With better coffee inside.)

You want to take a shower? Echo has "optimized" the hot water. Now you need an access card.

You're sitting on the balcony? Jesse rappels down from the roof, greets you, and asks if you've seen his cap.

5. You're in 3 group chats, whether you like it or not.

"Floor 3: Tactics & Tea" (It’s the 212th, though they mostly use it to gossip)

"Civil Anomalies: Observation & Protection" (set up by Fox, you have admin rights. No one knows why.)

"MealPlanOrg.exe" (because the 501st needs weekly schedules, otherwise there will be 40 servings of spaghetti on Tuesday)

6. The clones ALWAYS help you.

You’re carrying your groceries? Three clones jump up – carrying everything, building you a new shelf, and offering you a safety training.

Your lamp is broken? Wolffe has a toolkit with him.

You have a broken heart? Tup writes you a poem, Kix brings tea, Jesse offers a distraction mission ("We're catching Fox's cat. It got away.“ Fox doesn’t have a cat.)

7. You are the benchmark for fashion.

Once you wear a simple pair of jeans and a hoodie.

Suddenly, that's the look of the week.

Fives buys seven hoodies.

Dogma asks you what a "washing machine" is.

Thorn combines hoodie with cape.

You have no control anymore.

8. Your door is NEVER safe.

Fox has a master key.

Fives can outsmart it.

Cody just complained his way in.

Kix just magically materialised every time you say anything close to “ow”.

It’s really like this one episode of “friends”, where Monica goes: “Hello people, who do not live here.” But with a ton of clones.

You wake up, and someone is sitting on your sofa: "We're doing the night shift, but it's quieter here. Thank you, civilian."

9. You're slowly becoming an expert in clone psychology.

You can tell the difference between Cody's "please no questions" and Rex's "say something, I'm begging you."

You can tell by his voice whether Fives is tired or just planning a prank.

You have an emotional connection with Grizzer (the Guard's dog) – he likes you more than Jesse. Jesse is hurt.

10. You will become part of the system.

You give plant tips in the 212th Garden Club.

You sit on the Guard's fashion team (against your will, but Fox respects your color taste).

You are the "independent jury" for the Clone of the Month competition. (No one respects your choice, but they ask you again anyway.)

Wolffe lets you join their morning runs (he forced you to join them). You cheat every time. Boost and Sinker noticed, but you bribe them with cookies.

11. And at some point… you feel at home.

You have favorite clones (not that you would ever tell them. They’ll get cranky)

You get invitations to family dinners – from 200 people.

You get a clone name. (Abbreviation: Z-99. Nickname: "Zee.")

You even have a door sign: "Civilian, but adopted."

[snapscube]

I've cried to Half Caff so many times because of how beautiful it is. it is a REGULAR playlist rotation for me and it makes me happy that it's one of your favorites you've written !! Deadlock makes me rlly emotional too

Thank you so much for saying so ❤️ As a set of lyrics it really will mean so much to me forever. And the best part is that my own perspective of what exactly they mean has shifted over time as I have personally changed. It started as a relatively cynical story tbh but as I’ve grown older I’ve been able to recognize more of the beauty in what actually came from that personal examination and I don’t always feel that way about my older work haha.

[adhd-coyote]

Hello yes I am here with my Foxma agenda again! Gonna leave the prompt as dealer's choice though, so go nuts!!

Foxma is always a delicious flavor, so I am more than happy to help you with this agenda ;3

-

Fox stared at the empty caff machine. It did not stare back, but it didn't need to for Fox to understand how it was mocking him. Taunting him.

With a sigh, he started on the familiar motions of brewing another carafe. Might as well take a break from the endless datawork while he waited.

A knock on the door was what finally pulled his attention away from the tragedy of having a limited caff supply. Three short raps, a pattern that was slowly growing familiar. "Come in."

As expected, the door opened to reveal one of the Coruscant Guard's newest members. Fox turned to fully face him.

"Dogma. Have something for me?"

"Yes, sir," Dogma nodded, professional as ever, and hurried forward to hand him a 'pad. "I have those reports you wanted."

"Ah, thank you." Fox took the 'pad and skimmed it over. "That was faster than I expected."

Dogma half-shrugged. "You said you needed them soon. Just doing my job, sir."

"That you are." Fox set the datapad aside and offered a smile. "Caff? I've got some brewing."

"Ah- um, no thank you, sir."

"Suit yourself," Fox shrugged as he grabbed himself a fresh mug. He'd clean the other one later. "How are you settling in?"

The question seemed to surprise him, even if he tried to hide it. "Um, well? You all have been... welcoming."

Fox nodded, "Good. Transfer to Triple Zero can be rough for a Frontie. We do the best we can to help smooth the transition."

"You've done a good job, sir." Dogma shifted on his feet, almost imperceptibly. "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

The caff maker dinged. Fox perked up and moved to fill his mug as he considered. "You've been helping quite a lot. Sure you don't want a break?"

"I'm okay, sir. I can assist with whatever you need."

Fox turned, caff mug in hand, and leaned against the table with a thoughtful hum. As he sipped, he took a moment to consider the former Frontie standing anxiously across from him. Dogma had been eager, almost desperate, to help since day one, despite anyone's insistence that he take a day to settle in and find his bearings. Fox had thought that putting him to work might help, but he still seemed as anxious and uncertain as before. That wouldn't do.

"C'mere." Fox set his caff down and motioned him over. Dogma obeyed, clearly nervous, and stopped just a foot or so away.

"Yes, sir?"

Slowly, projecting every movement, Fox slid a hand behind Dogma's neck, tugged him forward, and pressed a kiss to the scrunch in his brow. The confused noise Dogma made was honestly adorable, as was the way he simultaneously tensed and melted under the affection.

"You do not have to work yourself to exhaustion to earn your place here," Fox murmured against his forehead. He pulled back to look Dogma in the eyes. "You don't have to prove that you belong. You're a Corrie. That's all there is to it. Understand?"

Dogma's breath stuttered, but he nodded, eyes wide. "Y-Yes, sir. I understand."

"Good." Fox squeezed the back of his neck, then slid a hand down to pat his shoulder. "Go get some rest. I don't care if it's sleep or just laying in your bunk and staring at the ceiling. Okay?"

Dogma nodded once more. "Yes, sir. Is there, uh, a specific amount of time or...?"

"Until your next scheduled shift. Can you do that for me?"

"Uh, yes, sir."

"Good." Fox removed his hand, picked up his mug and the datapad Dogma had brought, and returned to his desk. "Go on, you're dismissed."

Dogma scurried out with one last nod. Fox sighed, exasperated and fond, and sat down. Caff break over, back to work.

-

These two are very fun to play with. Thanks for the ask!

Kiss ask game

[shuamorollss]

Café Amnesia — l.sm x f!reader

— When your insane crush on Lee Seokmin hits a curb when he yells out the wrong name for your order whilst having your name written perfectly fine on your cup.

How the hell was he able to fuck your name up so badly?

On purpose? Obviously. Why? You simply don't know.

romcom, mutual pining, cafe au with a pinch of univ, strangers2friends2lovers warnings/notes— They're both whipped for each other(Seokmin mostly), there's a whole segment of reader suffering from period cramps, uhmm I'll add more :> 1.7k wc TEASER . Estimated full wc: 10k-12k + reblogs are greatly appreciated!

tags— @jangwonie @jungwonize @luhvlyuna @w3bqrl @ineedaherosavemeenow @leaderwon @writingmeraki

"Girl, take your chance. He's right there taking orders!" Im Nayeon encouraged as the both of you took a step inside the bittersweet aromatic premises.

Oh yes, this very Café, not only were you a regular customer here, you were also known by your friends to be limping hearts for someone around these ambient walls.

Strangers might say, Oh, this person must really love the coffee here.

Although your friends would definitely say, Oh, he just loves the coffee made by brew. A code name your friends have made to pertain to him.

The very ‘brew’ on the counter, taking orders with his usual sweet smile.

Lee Seokmin.

Oh that man, how could you ever describe him?

Seokmin’s a family friend, you usually see him outside Café territory. Even visiting your home multiple times just to have a chat with your family. Crazy how a guy so cute and so close to your age is more talkative with the likes of your aunts and uncles.

You have always noticed his presence even before he started working in your favorite Café, though you only developed ominous worries by the time he started working there.

There was something about his mere presence that irks you a certain way, never in a bad way, quite unsure in a good way.

How would he have this effect on you so suddenly?

It doesn't make sense.

You only view him discerningly from your balcony as he laughs with your mom at the gate. He’s a peculiar guy, who only visits your home to greet anyone but the people his age.

You didn't care about it, you didn't even ponder any further with his visits, you weren't as much bothered with his bond with your relatives… So why do you feel the opposite of the things just mentioned now?

"Uhm, Y/N?" a voice echoed, shaking you through your thoughts.

…

"Huh? "

You blinked out of your rainbow towered thoughts, checking the very man standing in front of you with an intense gaze.

Everything felt sudden, you were just giggling with Nayeon earlier at the back of the line and now you're… here.

"Your order please?" He repeats, raising his brow as his eyes fixed on you, patiently waiting for your response.

As much as you wanted to, you couldn't take a look at his face for longer than 2 seconds. You didn't want to become a blushing, stuttering mess in front of him, you had to erase such humiliation as this has probably happened to many times within his view.

You take a good look at the menu for a short while, subtly attempting to compose yourself. Then back to looking into his eyes with a determined smile.

"Ah— Uhm… Two iced caffe latte please." you spoke out, you eyes averting away after you realized you might be looking at him for a bit too long.

"Size?" He questioned.

"Both grande."

“Alright, name?” He asks, leaving you slightly dumber and might be dumbest since you were so so sure he had mentioned your name before, the name you own, the name he lets out to escape you from the unrealistic wonders of your mind.

Well, you guess he had to do it for the professional setting.

“Y/N.” You answered with a warm smile.

He nodded, starting to scribble your name on both cups.

You stared at him for a brief second before darting your eyes out of his figure again. It was an awkward, unnecessary feat you have, however you feel a pinch of guilt for staring at him for too long… You didn't think you would have a chance anyway, or would even notice your gaze fixated on him for an uncomfortable amount of time.

You were great with eye contact, you swore that to life.

Now it’s just different in front of him.

The transaction ended smoothly, thankfully, he gave out your remaining change and you turned around leaving with a wide grin that seemed stuck on your face for the next few minutes.

Nayeon notices your change of demeanor, mirroring your subtle excitement as your footsteps approach her figure.

“So, how did it go?!” She slowly squealed, her bunny teeth entirely evident as her emotions seemed to be ecstatic at yours.

“It went good,” You answer with the same wide grin. “It went with the usual order but this time, he asked for my name.”

Nayeon’s smile immediately falters at your answer, her reaction unsatisfied.

“Y/N, that's… he does that to everyone, it’s his job.” She deadpans.

“No no no, I mean. I was like— thinking about something you know?— I was in deep thought, and then Seok— I mean him, Brew, called me by my name and that took me out of my trance,” You paused, earning back your composure. “Then all of a sudden, he just asks me for my name when he was about to write it on the cup? Like, isn't that weird?! He called me before, with the perfect pronunciation of my name, and then asks about it afterwards?”

Nayeon’s reaction did make any sort of change, yet here you are, at the verge of squealing at the half-assed interaction she had ever heard.

Though, to be fair, she had heard more shit stains than this.

“Darling, Y/N, I'm sorry, but, you just have to get better than that..?” Her tone rose unsurely, you could tell she wasn't atoned with the happening, well, it wasn't supposed to be squealed about. You couldn't admit it to her but, it was indeed a boring interaction.

As much as you were extremely down bad for the man, you couldn't act upon it. Why would you? He’s so out of your reach. He wouldn't even look at you in the eyes, never even greeted you when you were at home, and not even bothered to have your parents introduce him to you.

So why would you try and befriend him if the hints are obviously at plain sight that your parents don't want him for you.

Gahh?! What is wrong with me?! you argue along with your conscience. This case seriously needs to be studied for the reason that this regression did not go unnoticed by you. You had a chance to talk to him before but now it just seems too far of a run to be able to reach.

As you and Nayeon remain seated, patiently waiting for your order while she voices out her stress about the upcoming midterm exams, a certain voice echoes throughout the area.

A name kept being called.

Twice, thrice, you don't even know how to word it out the fourth time and so on.

It was embarrassing how this man, Seokmin, was honking a name no one responds to in such a quiet auranescent place. Almost everyone in the Café gave their shares of baffled looks at Seokmin’s way, you gave your shares of it also, until Seokmin’s gaze points at you.

The drink on his hands reached out to your direction, mouthing the words to what seems to be “you.”

Nayeon catches onto this quickly and nudges you out of your seat, so you could reach the drinks on what you assumed to be yours and Nayeon’s, which in fact right now, you were still unsure of.

You make your way awkwardly towards the man, your eyes circling around the Café, releasing a breath of relief at the realization that the customers had gone back to their personal businesses, although the embarrassing flush still creeps into you as you step closer and closer to the counter.

“You, yes you.” Seokmin lets out with a sigh of relief you swore you just did a few seconds back.

“Here's your order, I’ve been calling out for you for 4 years.” He jokes, a bit weak but it was tolerable. He’s handing the two lattes you ordered, still dumbfounded at the fact this was your order.

But he said your name wrong

extremely wrong. unpleasantly wrong. absolutely wrong.

It wasn't even close to your name at all— it's just wrong.

You never felt so embarrassingly offended in your life.

The way he says that too casually, audaciously loud, couldn't even set you off to the right track. You still think he's getting the wrong person to give this order to.

But it was the correct order, the one you recited to him.

He knew you, that's for sure, but how— wha?—

“Oh, thanks.” You say dryly, grabbing your order and walking away with a forced smile. Not even bothering to correct him, just because.

You examine the drink, still unsure if this was actually what you ordered (Which it really is), then turning it to the other side of the cup to read your name,

perfectly spelled.

Which bombards your thoughts with even more questions.

How was he able to fuck your name up so badly?

On purpose? Obviously. Why? You simply don't know.

You went back to the gracious face from Nayeon holding her laugh.

“Well, that's what I call an interaction.” She welled, leaning back onto her seat with a squeaky laugh.

You were quite embarrassed by the whole situation, yet a gush of butterflies lingered in your stomach shooting to the realization that Seokmin had joked with you.

It was unusual, but you’d be content with it at best.

Nayeon repeats the name Seokmin kept calling out a few minutes back, which somehow became unbearable coming from her.

You slide her drink with a clear frown, aggressively sitting on your seat without laying a single look at your friend.

“Oh come on, Y/N, you know I'm just kidding..— woah.” Her eyes widened as her eyes lays at the name spelt on her drink. You could tell the element of surprise creeping up into her whole being as she tries to piece things together.

“Y/N, your name is spelled correctly here?”

You roll your eyes, “Wow, I didn't even notice.” You reply with evidently toned grouchiness.

She gives you the same wide eyes yet the edges of her lips begin to perk up.

You know where she's getting at.

“Y/N! Do you know what this means?!”

You lock your gaze at her, waiting to continue her words.

“He yelled and butchered your name on purpose!” She says ecstatically.

Yeah, you have already established that.

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[gars-weaponeer]

Incorrect Clone Wars quote #5

(The coruscant guard after catching a criminal)

Thorn: If we are going to find out why we need to get some answers.

Fox, getting ready to enter the interrogation room: ...

Thorn: ....

Fox: What?

Thorn: Oh, It's just that you always get to be the bad cop.

Thorn: I thought that this time I could be the bad cop!

Fox: ....

(Later, Thorn enters the interrogation room)

Thorn: Alright you criminal Scum! We want some answers and we want them right NOW!

(Thorn slams the door and breaks the glass by accident)

Thorn: oops... too hard.

Thorn: sorry Fox I'll--

Thorn: I mean-- That's nothing compared of what I'm about to do to you if i don't get what I want now!

Criminal: ... what?

Fox: you better watch yourself with my partner here, Any little thing can set him off.

Criminal: pfft. Commander Thorn? We talkin' 'bout the same guy here?

Thorn: >:C

Thorn: why don't you step outside Fox? I wanna have a private talk with our friend here!

Thorn, pulling the light down on the Criminal's face: Let's put some light on the subject--

Criminal, whinces at the bright light.

Thorn, pulling the light away: Ah, sorry too bright?

Fox: .....

Thorn: I mean- That's nothing compared to my Z-6, which can really do some serious damage! so talk!

Criminal: You gotta be kidding me...

Fox, appears beside the criminal with a cup: Caff?

Criminal: AAAH! don't do that!

Fox, smiling: I thought you might like some Caff, is good.

Criminal: why are you showing me your teeth?! what is that?

Thorn, grabbing the criminal by the shirt: You're gonna need that caff after I'm done with you!

Fox, with a donut in hand: Donut?

Criminal: Gaah! get that away from me! is it poison?

Fox, smiling again: It's chocolate.

Criminal: AAAH! I'll talk! I'll talk! just get him out of here!

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part 21 - they’re scheming

caffe latte

hongjoong x reader

genre : smau, slice of life au, strangers to lovers, coffee shop au, college au, slow burn fs, tinder date, humor, fluff, angst

warnings : swearing, lying

prev : next

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synopsis

⤷ with school back in session, hongjoong thought he could finally distract himself with homework instead of his coupled up friends. however, things took a turn when he reluctantly agreed to go on a tinder date his friends set up.

[simspirationbuilds]

Welcome to The Orchard Row — a vibrant Sims 4 build designed for long, lasy afternoons and lively nights out. This thoughtfully curated precinct features a mix of cosy corners and bustling hotspots, perfect for storytelling, dates, friend meetups, or solo escapes.

Here’s what’s waiting for your Sims:

🍇 The Wine Bar – Ideal for romantic evenings or deep convos with old friends, this moody little bar is perfect for unwinding with a glass in hand and a jazz playlist in the background.

🥐 The Bakery – Morning coffee runs and pastry cravings are covered! Your Sims can enjoy sweet treats, fresh bread, and charming caffe seating.

🍣 Modern Japanese Restaurant – Sleek and sophisticated, this spot is perfect for dinner dates or group outings. Think minimalist interiors, sushi platters, and elegant ambiance.

🍦 Outdoor Ice Cream Parlour – a magical spot drowning in wisteria blooms where Sims can enjoy a scoop (or three) with friends or family. Perfect for weekend strolls or spontaneous outings.

🌿 Leafy Alleyways – Winding between the venues, these tranquil paths are filled with greenery and charm. Take a quiet walk, snap some screenshots, or just enjoy the view.

📚 Library-Bar – A cozy hideaway where vintage charm meets moody elegance. Settle in with a book by the fire, sip something strong, and escape the world for a while.

⚠️ Note: The library-bar is dedicated to this month’s Hawthorn collaboration with @sundays-sims. To recreate the space exactly as shown in the previews, you’ll need both my set and Sundays’ Hawthorn set.

This build is designed for immersive gameplay and storytelling — I hope it brings your Sims many memorable moments.

Enjoy & thank you for your support! 💛

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coffee and clicks

link click x barista!reader headcannons characters [seperate]: cheng xiaoshi, lu guang, qiao ling

a new quaint little coffee shop just opened across the street from the Photo Studio.

cw none, written with a gn reader in mind wc 750

cheng xiaoshi

he's the type to get mostly milk and creamer. cheng xiaoshi cannot handle the bitter aromatic taste of americanos

cheng xiaoshi likes cappuccinos

he would sit in the coffee shop, sipping slowly at his drink while watching the barista work

time passes and cheng xiaoshi becomes a regular, spending his mornings sitting by the windows.

he couldn't imagine his morning routine any other way. he stares out the large windows with golden sunlight streaming in. cheng xiaoshi thinks about what it'd be like to have the barista as his muse

he starts spending more than just his mornings in the coffee shop.

cheng xiaoshi begins to make excuses to lu guang about why he's been busy recently. but lu guang sees right through his lies. he can see cheng xiaoshi through the windows of the coffee shop.

he sees that look of adoration in cheng xiaoshi's eyes and he doesn't question it when the barista begins to spend more time in the photo studio.

cheng xiaoshi asks out the local barista by bringing flowers as the sun is setting. a golden glow illuminates the back of his head as his cheeks turn red.

"Sorry if this is out of the blue, but I really like spending time with you."

lu guang

lu guang is careful about what he puts in his body, he tends to stay away from artificial and added sugars

he prefers his coffee black. if he does get a brew, it'd be an americano.

lu guang visits in the afternoon. its right around the time that he gets sleepy, tired of dealing with cheng xiaoshi's antics

he sits at a stool by the counter, sipping at his coffee and thinking how cinematic the barista looked taking orders and making drinks.

lu guang loves the way their hair glitters in the soft afternoon sun.

seemingly out of nowhere, lu guang invites them over to the photo studio. "would you like to develop some photos with me?"

in the evening, after closing up the shop, they head over to the photo studio. they're greeted by that little lucky cat placed on the counter.

lu guang greets the barista before cheng xiaoshi can even stand up from the couch in the back room.

his fingers are deft as he works away in the dark room, explaining the intricacies of film.

lu guang confesses with a note written on the back of a photo. its a photo of the barista, working away in the early afternoon. steaming mugs of coffee placed on the counter, blurred faces in the background.

"Can I come see you like this everyday?"

qiao ling

she likes to try new brews often. qiao ling asks for the barista's recommendation when she first walks into the store

if qiao ling had to pick a usual, it would be a caffe macchiato. she appreciates the little touches of latte art and does her best to drink around it.

qiao ling frequents the shop more than the other two, picking up coffee for her friends

at first, she doesn't stay long, taking her drink to go. but after some time, qiao ling begins to linger at the counter.

she leans her forearms on the counter as she talks to the barista quietly. qiao ling doesn't want to disturb the other customers, but they don't seem to mind the close bond that forms

qiao ling falls asleep on the counter in the afternoons. being a manager for two rowdy boys is no easy task.

she always apologizes after she falls asleep, a sheepish smile on her face.

the environment of the cafe is so calming that qiao ling just cant help herself. or maybe its the barista's aura that she enjoys so much. qiao ling isn't sure.

qiao ling never really had a direct confession. one day at closing time, she just asked the barista, "would you like to get hotpot with me?"

one meal turned into a weekly thing and qiao ling let it continue, happy with their simple little arrangement.

qiao ling begins to bring flowers and small trinkets to the cafe, decorating the space. qiao ling looks up from the floral arrangement she placed on one of the tables. "I feel like we are more than friends. "Can we be more than friends? Like, officially?"

a/n i really wanted to write some link click stuff. eventually i want to write some longer content that not just xreader hcs.