#Sandy's Cafe

[luxar92]

Autumn Sande

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[sweetdreamscafe]

My star sending for @ask-the-royal-absol !

[saeraas]

I think the most out there thing people took away from this anni event is that sandalphon just keeps lucifer's head on the desk in his room and not treat him to a proper resting place like the garden in canaan or something

[awkward-smirks]

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[zahroreadsthings]

Still thinking about the kookaburra creek cafe... I'd be impressed with it even if it wasnt a debut novel. Docker really knows when to hit emotional beats and wrap up an arc when multiple timelines are involved. And knows who we should hear from when. And knows how to make a common location central to all of those stories without having that location distract from the characters.

[aideshou]

[sandythereadingcafe]

REVIEW

FUSED IN EARTH AND STONE (Kennedy Rain 3) by Sandy Williams at The Reading Cafe:

'a tense and exciting story'

[zerobag]

Something about how bits and pieces of who we are is picked up from people we love and vice versa really gets to me

[bisexualmorpheus]

the owner of one of the businesses attacked in belfast, the Bash Café, has made the decision to close permenantly after its been burnt down by fascist mobs.

there's a fundraiser for Mohammed's family here:

but the café, as of now, will not be reopened. this is horrendous. i have no words

[chuuyrr]

TO THE STRAY.. CATS? — DAZAI OSAMU

╰➤ CW(s): gn! reader, strangers to lovers with him falling first and falling harder, fluff/romance, and mentions of karma

╰➤ SYNOPSIS: in which dazai finds interest in a citizen who feeds stray cats near his workplace

inspired by: gorgeous, lover, and karma by taylor swift !

"well, if it isn't you again!"

you gently raise your head, blinking obliviously at the young man in a long sandy coat with unkempt brown hair looming over you as you crouch down with some sardines in your palm, just outside the cafe uzumaki.

"me again?" you ask the man, tilting your head, with a sheepish little soft grin that made him feel strangely warm inside.

"yeah, you!" dazai exclaims with a playful tone of voice, a smile on his lips and a finger pointing at you, "i keep seeing you around outside my workplace feeding the cats around here."

you were, certainly, the same person he kept seeing outside the building where the agency office was, feeding stray cats in the area.

and it was all thanks to ranpo, who mentioned how stray cats had been appearing around the area more frequently, and that if it hadn't been for his super deductive ability, he would have assumed it was because of their president, fukuzawa, but instead, it was you, going up and about to them with sardines or kibbles readily available.

as dazai called you out, you let out a soft chuckle, and the sound of your sweet laughter rang in his ears like bells, "i guess it really is me."

"so, you must really like cats, huh?" dazai asks, crouching down in front of you, copying your position, his eyes observing you tenderly as you reach out to pet one of the kitties you'd been feeding.

"mhm.." you hum softly, nodding your head and chuckling once more as another cat that you had been feeding meows and approaches you. it purrs as it rubs its head against your leg.

"and it seems that they like you as well.." dazai giggles quietly, "how strange."

"strange?" you raise your head to face him again, tilting your head and smiling sweetly.

"yeah, strange," dazai affirms with a nod as he briefly turns his attention to the stray cats that were rubbing, meowing, and purring gently against you as if you were their loving owner, "cats have an unearned reputation for being cold and unloving, you know?"

"really, now?" you ask, still carrying a sweet smile that dazai was having trouble looking away from now.

"well, that's because they display affection differently than dogs and they tend to be meaner, at least that's what people say," dazai says before glancing down at the stray cats swarming you that were being affectionate and friendly, "but that doesn't seem to be the case at all, especially with you."

"you know what i think, though?" you remark softly as you start giving more sardines and kibbles to the stray cats, "cats are actually adorable, clumsy, and fun to be with."

"and that's what makes you like them?" dazai smiles at your words.

your following remarks, however, catch him off guard, "yeah, but i mostly like how cats are sensitive creatures too.. cats are karma after all."

dazai's eyes widened in astonishment, clearly and really taken off guard by your innocently sweet comments, which had morphed into something even more serious yet still engaging.

"be kind to cats, and you get kindness in return, just like this.." you explain, gently stroking the cat's body with a delicate carress as you look up to him, "be unkind, and well, cats become unkind to you too, like bite and scratch you. basically, what goes around, comes around."

dazai's breath hitched as your lovely [color] eyes ever so slightly narrowed while sparkling with a mysterious yet alluring gleam in them as you continued to speak your mind out, "cats know a person's heart like no other."

"wow.. i was definitely not expecting that," dazai exhales, amused at your choice of words, "so you're saying, karma is a cat?"

"karma is a cat indeed," you reply with a firm nod, giggling softly as you stand up on your feet after crouching for so long, prompting dazai to do the same, "but hey, that's just a rambling from a crazy cat person like me."

"hey, i might have never heard someone describe and see cats like that in a very deep sense before," dazai laughs softly, shaking his head at you, "and i might not be a cat either, but i can sense that you're a really interesting one, and a kind one too."

"well, aren't you a charmer?" you join his laughter, smiling at his words, "you're too kind."

"and you're too pretty." dazai whispers so quietly that you didn't catch that.

"huh? did you say something, mister?"

"nothing!"

dazai couldn't help but daydream more frequently at work since finally speaking with you, much to kunikida's dismay.

he's been acting strangely since he found out about you and starting seeing you around the region, which his yosano-sensei and ranpo would find hilarious and lovely.

there's simply something so enticing about you, in a positive way. you always had this beautiful glow with you whenever he watched you from afar, even if you weren't feeding stray cats and were just roaming around the neighborhood.

dazai would constantly sigh with his hands on his cheeks as he looked out the window, waiting for you to come around the corner so he could walk up to you and talk to you while you fed stray cats literally with hearts in his eyes, and he would even hurry downstairs to the first floor as soon as he saw you.

all of this may sound strange, but in reality, dazai was madly in love with you, so much so that he finds himself acting like a high school boy with a tremendous infatuation.

however, it makes dazai so happy that it makes him sad at the same time as well. you were just so gorgeous—so beautiful in his eyes.

you were a person with a kind heart and an open mind who sees the world in such a different but entirely fresh light, and dazai just can't help but want to be closer to you and just follow you wherever you go.

even if it's to the stray cats.

having said that, perhaps dazai was mistaken, especially given the manner he was behaving towards you. maybe he is more of a cat now.

he'd drop everything and trail after you like the stray cats you'd feed, eager to spend time with you, and even going out of his way to be a gentleman to you, carrying your bag for you while you went onto feeding cats, opening up the packet of cat food you had with you when you had trouble doing so.

even going out of his way to rescue a stray cat you found and pointed in the middle of the road in a panic.

at this time, dazai was also doing it for the stray cats, but he wasn't complaining. he's not a dog person and prefers cats in reality, but he really enjoys being able to do all of these things with you.

he was also typically confident and charismatic, but it didn't mean he didn't have doubts. in fact, dazai has them again when he recalls the things you told him when he finally had the courage to speak to you.

cats know a person's heart like no other.

and those words played over and over in his head like a broken record.

"[name], i'm not sure about this."

dazai can't help but be nervous as he crouches down in front of an orange tabby cat you two had come across around the area, putting out his palm, which held the few cat kibbles you had given him.

"it's just a cute little stray," you giggle at dazai.

"that's not why.." dazai tells you with a sheepish laugh. that's not what he's nervous about.

he genuinely enjoys spending time with you. he really does, but, to return to your remarks, he wasn't yet a good person. his blood was as dark as an empty void—at least, that's what dazai initially assumes until the cat walks up to him.

he tenses up a little when the cat's soft snout nudges his fingers, which feels ticklish, and instantly finds himself gasping in awe when it starts eating the cat kibbles he had in hand.

all of his doubts and hesitancy are washed away by a sensation of relief and peace as the cat purrs and nudges its head against his fingers after meowing and eating the food in his hand.

dazai's eyes light up as he looks at you with his mouth slightly parted, "i'm a cat whisperer now!"

with the cat approaching dazai and accepting the cat food he put out for it, he starts smiling ever so joyful and honestly like a child on christmas day, and you couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable of him.

"looks like you are now!" you say with a rather proud looking smile at him.

"it really likes me!" dazai exclaims, returning his gaze to the cat, who was still pushing its head on his fingers.

he then began petting and speaking to it with giddiness just like how you would to a typical cat, "hi, cat! hi! you're so friendly!"

"of course the little fella does," you giggle, squatting down next to dazai before tilting your head and continuing to grin lovingly at him, "cats are sensitive creatures, remember? it definitely knows you're a good person."

he blinks at your words, "it does?"

"yeah," you reply, reaching out your hand to pet the orange tabby once dazai has done so.

"I see.." dazai's eyes softened as he watched you smile and coo at the orange tabby he had fed with the cat kibbles you'd given him earlier.

as dazai watches you and cat interact, his smile grows larger and more genuine, and his heart begins to skip a beat.

perhaps he had already found it, slowly but surely—the light he had sought out since abandoning his old ways as dazai spent this very modest and domestic moment with you.

this opportunity to be so near to you, to indulge in something so endearing as this. he loved it.

but then dazai's phone goes off, surprising both you and the cat he was feeding.

"ah, crap. sorry! let me just take this real quick," dazai says quickly with wide eyes.

"no worries. go ahead," you reply softly, waving your free hand that wasn't caressing a cat.

dazai pulls out his own flip phone, already expecting a call from an angry kunikida, who will reprimand him and make him come back to do his pile of reports, but it was atsushi instead.

he then answers the incoming call instead of declining, and to his surprise, the work he assigned atsushi ends up being successful, as it went swimmingly more than he had predicted, with no casualties or damages, which was actually quite strange.

aside from that, atsushi had also called in to inform him that he had completed the stack of reports for him. meaning, there was no more paperwork waiting for him at the office either.

you glanced at dazai from the corner of your eye as he talks on the phone with a coworker before a pretty pleased smirk tugs on your lips as you continue to pet the orange tabby cat.

"everything alright?" you ask with an innocent smile as dazai finished answering his call.

"mhm, it's just my co-worker," dazai tells you with a smile on return as he puts his phone away, drawing his attention back to you.

"well, that's nice," you hum before tilting your head at him, your innocent gentle smile widening with anticipation.

"what are you smiling like that for all of a sudden, cutie?" dazai raises a brow at you.

"well, it's getting late, but i still have some cat food on me," you giggle at the sudden pet name from dazai as you speak, tapping your cheek with your index finger.

"and what about it?" dazai smirks, already knowing exactly where this was going.

"it means it's time for me to go look for more stray cats," you say, tilting your head with that same smile, "unless you want to come along?"

"is that your way of asking me out?" dazai jokes, his cheeks blushing slightly.

"well?" you ask him back, your smile growing wider as your cheeks begin to blush as well.

"oh, please, you already know the answer, my love," dazai shakes his head as he approaches you, already wrapping his arm around your waist and smiling as he puts his lips to your ear.

"i would follow you to the stray cats and back."

"to the stray.. cats?"

"and back."

karma is a cat allows its user to induce karma, which can be a blessing or a curse that may or may not include the bending of reality, but it is highly dependent on the target's course of action and the sincerity of the heart around the user.

[sweetdreamscafe]

December 1st

"There you are."

Sprinkles yelped and whipped around to face the source of the voice, allowing himself to relax upon seeing it. The speaker- Sandy- tilted his head and raised a brow; Sprinkles looked away quickly, embarrassed.

"I wasn't even trying to be quiet," Sandy chuckled as he closed the distance and met Sprinkles next to the window, "what's got your attention in sucha vice grip you can't hear someone callin' your name from the other room?"

Sprinkles laughed nervously, now even more embarrassed at just how spaced out he had been.

"I was just... thinking," Sprinkles said, voice barely above a whisper. He thought for a moment, then continued before Sandy could inevitably prompt him to. "Sandy is the name your trainer gave you, right?"

Sandy gave another questioning look regarding the direction of the conversation, but responded nonetheless.

"Sure is. Woulda been fine with somethin' else, but Sixes liked it, so I stuck with it."

"Did you have a different name before? Before your trainer, I mean."

Sandy hummed, thinking. A second before Sprinkles could retract the question, worried he overstepped in some way, Sandy answered.

"Not really. Didn't really interact with other cacturne much so there was never a reason for one. When I did group up I'd get a nickname tossed at me, sure, but most of 'em weren't exactly the nicest things. Certainly not names worth keeping."

"Oh." It came out more disappointed sounding than Sprinkles had really intended, but he's sure Sandy would've picked on it anyway.

"Did you?" Sandy asked without missing a beat. Sprinkles shouldn't have been surprised at how quickly Sandy got to the root of why Sprinkles had asked about Sandy's name, but he had been hoping for more time to think of how to answer.

"I... think so. I feel like I did, but I can't-" the words came out in fragmented sentences, spilled out as they came to mind without time to piece them together properly, "...quite remember it."

"That's silly, isn't it?" Sprinkles added on before Sandy had a chance to speak, "Not remembering my own name, I mean. But its just-"

"Its not silly." Sandy asserted. "You were pretty young when you got taken away from your pa, right?"

The question didn't need an answer, Sprinkles knew that Sandy already knew, but he nodded regardless. Sandy hummed once more, turning away as he grabbed for a chair positioned at a nearby table. The shrieking of the chair's legs against the floor made Sprinkles recoil, but it was only a few seconds before Sandy had positioned it- and, promptly, himself- next to Sprinkle's own seat.

"Well," Sandy started, leaning against the back of the chair, "It can already be hard to remember things from when you're that young. Trauma messes with memory too. Real nasty storm, there. Its no surprise some things got lost in the fallout."

Sprinkles knew these things already, but hearing someone say it made him feel better about it. Still...

"I just wish I could remember it."

"I get it. Feels like you ain't got nothing connecting you back to that time, don't it? Having a name to tie you back would make you feel like you had some kinda link back to your pa, right?"

Sprinkles hummed a quiet agreement, watching the snow fall silently. A buzz in his brain signaled a memory trying to surface, but attempts to bring it to attention presented nothing but white noise, memory clouded by a snow storm.

snow.

"Winter," Sprinkles sputtered, "it had something to do with winter. I hatched the first day it had snowed in the Glimwood Tangle for decades."

Sandy looked over to Sprinkles, listening carefully, and gave a gentle smile.

"You just remembered that?" Sandy asked, Sprinkles not having time to affirm before Sandy continued, "That's a good sign. Means the memory ain't completely gone, just lost."

Sandy rose to his feet and reached over to ruffle Sprinkles' hair.

"Just don't strain yourself trying to remember it, that won't help you none," Sandy turned to leave, ending with what he had sought Sprinkles out to tell him to begin with. "Shop's closed up, by the way. Get some rest, kid."

Sandy walked out of sight, leaving Sprinkles by himself. As he stared out the window to the snowy night, Sprinkles drifted into a slumber filled with dreams of black fur and white snow.

[adoreddestiny]

ೃ⁀➷ STRAWBERRY MACARONS — zayne x gn!reader

Zayne creased his eyebrows as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. Framed by the window of the cafe, you were busy snapping photos of the newest delicacies today had to offer. As you did so, he scanned over the desserts with a keen eye. 

An apple pie with rich french vanilla ice cream was plated beautifully besides a tiered tower overflowing with succulent berry macarons, chocolate glazed pastries oozing with bavarian cream, and snickerdoodle cookies coated in streaks of sandy cinnamon sugar. 

“I didn’t think there’d be so much,” you murmured, setting your phone down finally.

Zayne nodded towards the desserts. “You first.”

You flashed him a smile before reaching for the pastry closest to you. He watched you for a moment. A brief smile tugged at his lips as he watched the crumbs stick to the sides of your mouth. 

“Messy as always,” he said with a shake of his head. He was already reaching for a napkin and wiping off crumbs as you attempted to reply back to his comment. His eyes briefly locked with yours, but as quick as it happened, he was just as quick to look away. Your bottom lip jutted out as he finished cleaning you, which only deepened his affection. 

“Which one are you gonna try?” you said finally. You were already going back to your pastry and replacing the crumbs he had just wiped off with new ones. 

Zayne did another onceover of the tiers before selecting a strawberry macaron. “You know, strawberries can assist in guarding your body against high cholesterol, heart disease, and cancer.” 

A laugh escaped your lips and he took a bite of the overly sweet treat. He enjoyed the way your laughter spilled out over the table and into the peaceful atmosphere of the cafe. 

“I doubt a strawberry macaron can carry the same health benefits,” you said with a raised eyebrow. 

Zayne shrugged. “I suppose not. But it never hurts to try.” He pops the rest of the macaron into his mouth and lets the sugary taste coat his tongue. 

At the same time, you skimmed over the rest of the tier with narrowed eyes. “You took the last strawberry one,” you said. 

Alongside your observation, Zayne came to the same conclusion. “Hmm, why not try the blueberry one?” 

“Does it have the same health benefits as the strawberry one?” 

Zayne hesitated to answer, but within another moment his eyes soften as he gazed at you. He leaned a bit closer and pressed a kiss against your lips. It was short and succinct but sugary sweet. The taste of artificial strawberry spread across your tongue from the kiss. 

“Do you still want to try it? We can get another order,” Zayne offered. As usual, he returns to his usual demeanor without another suggestion to the affection he’s shown you. You shook your head and, in spite of your movements, Zayne smiled softly to himself.

[awkward-smirks]

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[gimmeyourlovepls]

Hiii idk if your requests are full or not, but if you're free can you write Miles Morales, where he was in love with the reader since they were kids, and now they're in their teens, but he doesn't know if she feels the same?

Doesn't matter which one, thanks! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Spider Senses

summary: miles wishes his spider senses showed him whether you liked him or not

a/n: i hope u like this :)) (p.s. my requests are very empty pls fill)

content warning: female reader, but it doesnt really affect the plot, hair described to smell like vanilla and cocoa butter, no texture described though, reader shown to wear makeup

a six year old was playing in the sandbox at a local playground, building a sandcastle. she giggled as she placed a small stick on the top of her sandcastle before some kids running as they played a game ran towards her. she managed to not get trampled by them, but her structure was ruin. tears started running down her cheeks.

"hey, are you ok?" a small child stood before her, his wide brown eyes staring down in concern. he had coily dark hair, and was holding a wrapped popsicle in his hand.

"my sandcastle..." she sputtered out, wiping her tears. it took her a while and she was disappointed that it was destroyed after all her hard work.

"don't cry! my mommy says that crying is bad, it gives you wrinkles," he spoke, looking around for a solution. "here! take my popsicle, and stop being sad, ok? you can't be all wrinkly!" handing her the package in her sandy little hands, her tears almost immediately stopped.

"yay! you're my friend now, come meet my mommy!" standing up on tiny legs, shaking so some sand falls off her already dirty dress, she took his hand and started walking to her mom, who was already staring at the scene with a smile, along with the boys mom, who was exchanging phone numbers with her for future playdates.

"mommy, this is my new friend!" letting go of his hand, she presented him to her mom, smiling brightly as the boy looked up at her with a nervous smile.

"aw, thats nice baby, do you know his name?" the mother asked, looking down at him with a kind smile.

the girl paused. did he ever tell her his name? "duh mommy, his name is..." she looked at the boy, whispering into his ear, "whats your name?" He whispered back to her, the two mothers laughing at the sight. "his name is miles, mommy! he gave me a popsicle!"

the mother glanced at miles. "well nice to meet you honey. i'm this little chipmunk's mom." she ticked the little girl gently as the child squirmed, giggling.

"mom, I'm not a chipmunk!" she pouted, looking up at the amused woman. "i'm a big girl now," she muttered, not wanting to be embarrassed in front of her new friend.

"i'm sorry honey, you're a big girl," her mom said, laughing softly. miles grabbed the girl's hand before pointing at the playground, where there was an empty pair of swings.

"look! the swings are free, lets go swing!" the duo ran through the woodchips towards the swings before they were taken, and luckily they made it before anyone else did.

as they started swinging, the girl opened the slightly melted popsicle, and gasped as she saw it was one of those double ones. with the most precision a six year old can muster, she split the popsicle and handed one side to him with a grin. "now we can share!"

the two mothers looked at the kids with a smile. they could tell this friendship was gonna be a good one.

---

flopping onto miles' bed, you take out your phone and show him a picture. "can we please go here miles? look how cute the food is!" on your phone screen, you were showing him picture after picture of a little cafe that opened not too far from his place.

"i dunno, the food looks cute for sure," he mutters, and you perk up. "but money..." you deflate immediately.

"c'mon, please? you know I get paid from ganke next week for helping him with homework, i'll pay you back!" staring at him with puppy dog eyes always broke down his (very small) defenses he held up against you. this little, ok well, not that little crush he held on you was making him basically silly puddy in your hands.

"you ain't gotta do that, i'll pay sunflower," he mumbles, sitting up. Seeing the smile that immediately lights up your face makes it worth the fact that those new markers and jordans he was saving up for would probably have to wait another month (or maybe two, since your birthday was coming up soon).

glancing at his floor as he looked for his shoes, he saw a drawing he had made of you about a week ago. he wasn't biased, but he thought it was one of his best works. you, surrounded in sunflowers and a smile shining from your face, he knew he was done for.

he was a broke boy in love.

---

you sat in front of miles, grabbing what looked like a torture device with a grin as you held his face still with one hand. "miles, hold still!"

"no, this is gonna kill me!"

you pouted, shifting closer to him. "its just my eyelash curler, now hold still!" you held it closer to his face as winced, trying to stay as still as possible. "there, almost done, last is the lips!"

as you scrambled to go get your lip gloss and lip liner, he wondered why he hadn't confessed yet. it was almost the 10 year anniversary of that playground meeting, and he swore he would tell you a year ago, but then again, he also said that the year before that one.

he looked down at the breakfast on his wrist, the black and red a perfect setting for the silver spider charm that sat perfectly in the middle. although you have (hopefully) not learned about secret alter ego, you said it fit his "vibe."

he just took your word for it with a nervous smile.

you came back with new supplies to decorate his face with, and as he saw the smile on your face, he swore he would tell you soon.

....maybe.

---

you hugged him tightly as you stood at the front door of his house, about to walk home. your hair smelled like vanilla and cocoa butter, and he wanted to bury his face into you (but in a non-creepy way, or course).

it was close to the last day of high school, and you and him were going separate ways, he wanted to go to one uni, and it wasn't the one for you. he was gonna miss your late night talks on the roof, splitting meat patties every friday, the way you dragged your fingers through his hair gently as you rambled about anything and everything.

he still hadn't told you he was spider-man, but now definitely wasn't the time. looking down at the well-worn bracelet on his wrist, he didn't know if he would even get around to it. maybe when he came to visit you?

kicking rocks on the sidewalk distracted him on his walk back home distracted him from his thoughts until-

bang!

he heard a clash of screams and destruction as he spun around to see a cloud of dust in the direction he just left from. whats going on?

thankful for the amount of alleyways in this side of town, he slipped off his normal clothes to reveal his suit and swung over buildings to assess before diving straight in, from his experience, not doing that normally led to a longer talk with the police.

ugh, some stupid new villain of the week. easy stuff. swing in, save citizens, then knock them out. as he webbed people out of the way, he spotted the one person he didn't want to be in the chaos.

"sunflower?" he gasped, and immediately as your face snapped to him, he knew he messed up. he'd play that off later, but for now, he had to act. quickly scooping you up in his arms, he dropped you on a roof of a building, quickly deepening his voice. "c-citizen, stay up here, ill... come back and get you, just-"

you grabbed his wrist with a stern look on your face. "you better not leave me up here, miles." he nodded quickly before running to go fight off the latest villain, who was apparently mad because the "love of her life" left her for university. 'join the club...' he thought before he dived down.

---

as he handed the lady to the police, he thought back to you on the roof, and your words.

'you better not leave me up here, miles.'

you had called him miles.... dammit, you knew. he groaned softly, before swinging back to the roof he left you on, seeing you play games on your phone. "took you long enough, bug-boy." you mumbled, slipping the device into your pocket.

"dont play me, sunflower. you know. you knew. how long?" he spoke, fiddling with his thumbs.

"um, lemme think... the day before i brought you that bracelet. i was waiting for you to tell me, but..." you look away from him with a small frown, biting the inside of your lip. he knew you only did that when u were thinking hard.

" 'm sorry, i was gonna but... i didn't."

"well... were you also gonna tell me that you like me?"

miles started choking on his spit, pulling up his mask to reveal his whole face. "w-what? y-you- what?"

"i saw the drawing on your floor. you made me look so... pretty." you stared at your shoes with that same smile as miles had captured in his drawing, suddenly finding your tangled laces interesting.

"you are pretty," he mumbled, staring at you, he could almost see the sunflowers blooming around you. "wish i said something before uni."

"yeah... but its not too late to do this, right?"

before he could ask what, your arms were wrapping around his shoulders as you met him in a sweet kiss, and damn it felt like everything he imagined and so much more.

"so... you like me?" miles looked at you with a boyish smile as you rolled your eyes.

"you're lucky i do," you said before you kissed him again, his arms finally moving to wrap around you. you were right though.

he was the luckiest boy he knew.

over 2 weeks on this i might jump 💀

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[wihellib]

I wanted to talk a little bit about this art (potential L cards?) from the cafe.

So all the Kings are undressing here. But I think these are Summer cards because you can see a sandy beach and water reflected in Beel’s sunglasses. So after the cafe finishes, PrettyBusy might announce these as L cards in July or August with a beach event, maybe. Or not, and the art was just created for the cafe. I see either one as equally likely.

The art style looks a little different from usual. I’m not sure if this is the same artist as the other L cards. I could be overthinking it and it is the same artist, but to me the art just looks slightly off.

Beel’s eyes are the wrong colour. Don’t know what happened there. But also he’s the only one that’s happy that we walked in on him changing, which is sad. Satan makes sense I guess, he is the anger guy, but I don’t know why Mammon keeps having an angry expression in his art. He’s a chill guy usually.