24 hour coffee shop

English usage PSA because this is driving me crazy: 

  • ‘Everyday’ is an adjective used to describe something rote, routine, or pedestrian, as in, “Because her gown was being dry-cleaned, she was forced to wear a boring everyday dress to the party.” ‘Everyday’ can also be used as a noun to refer to regular life in general, as in, “Joe grew bored with the everyday in Cleveland, snapped one morning, sold his things, and moved to Paris.”
  • ‘Every day’ is an adverb phrase indicating that something happens with regularity every 24 hours, as in, “I go to the same coffee shop every day.”

Pro-tip: if you can replace ‘every’ with ‘each’ and the sentence still makes sense (as in, “I go to the coffee shop each day” but not “..she was forced to wear her each day dress to the party”) there should be a space in there. 

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Tried to Give a Menu to a Blind Guy....

Castiel hated his job but it paid for bills while he made his way through college. The worst part about it wasn’t the rude customers or the noise but the fact that it was a 24 hour restaurant and he normally got stuck with the late night shifts. Today in particular he’d been given a 9 pm - 2 am shift and it was killing him, especially since his day before this had consisted of three consecutive lectures where he’d nearly killed his hand trying to get all the notes down. His life wasn’t ideal right now but he only had a few more months left until he was done with college and could start looking for another job with his degree.

His face was buried in his arms as he slumped over the hostess stand, dozing off a bit. He was the only waiter on staff right now because how many people are going to come into a restaurant at one in the fucking morning. The bell that was situated at the top of the entrance rang and woke him up, signalling that some people were coming in. Blinking, he rubbed his eyes and walked around the stand and grabbed two menus and handed them to the men who had just entered. In his sleep deprived state he’d failed to notice that one of the guys he’d handed a menu to was wearing black sunglasses and holding a cane. A moment of silence passed before the man made a comment, snapping Castiel out of his autopilot state.

“Oh…yes…I’ll just read this.” said the man, unfolding the menu and pulling it closer to his face.

Castiel looked up and really took the man in. The glasses and walking stick now seemed extremely obvious to him and he laughed at the comment. Normally he would have apologized but he was so tired at the moment that he honestly didn’t care. He tried taking the menu back but the man held onto it stubbornly and, despite knowing the man couldn’t see him, Castiel raised an eyebrow.

“Hey, why are you taking away my menu? I need to see my options here, don’t I?” said the man, flashing a grin. The man behind him looked equal parts embarrassed and amused.

“Of course. Let me show you to your table. Just follow me.” said Castiel who wasn’t sure whether his response was fueled by wanting to continue the joke or because he felt half dead.

Two sets of footsteps followed him and he got the men a booth, watching as the one with long hair tried to help the blind man into the seat, the blind man pushing him off with a comment of ‘I’m blind, not in a wheelchair.’ Castiel couldn’t help but smile at the exchange and stepped closer to the table, holding out his notepad and pen so he could write down the order.

“Can I start you off with anything to drink?” he asked, eyes focused on the white, lined paper

“Uh, yeah. I’ll take a water. Dean?” said the man with the longer hair.

“I’ll have a coke.” said Dean, staring intently at the menu. The thing that really gave away that he couldn’t see it, though, was the fact that he was holding it upside down and was 'looking’ at the front of the menu.

Castiel gave a soft chuckle and wrote the drinks down before walking off. He filled up the glasses and walked back over to the table carrying the drinks, his order book safely tucked back into his pocket. Carefully, he set the drinks down and stepped back again.

“So, have you guys decided what you would like to order?” asked Castiel, hand already reaching for his order book again.

“Uh, yeah. I’ll have the cobb salad and he’ll take the double bacon cheeseburger.” said the man with longer hair, folding his menu up and then snatching the one Dean was holding.

“Aw, Sammy. I get all tingly when you take control like that.” said Dean, leaning back into the booth with an easy smile on his face.

Castiel smiled and wrote the orders down before walking away and handing the piece of paper to the line. It occurred to him that the two men could be a couple. It certainly seemed possible with how they acted married and the one named Sam seemed to be very doting on Dean. A smile came to his face again at that thought. Castiel himself didn’t really do relationships. It wasn’t because he had commitment issues but that no one really interested him. He’d lost his virginity to a girl named Meg at a college party when he’d overestimated his ability to hold his liquor. That was basically just a blur of memories, some of which he wasn’t sure were even real.

That was as far as he’d gotten in that part of his life and he was fine with it. He was focused, going to school and determined to get a degree and be successful in life. He did sometimes have a bit of an ache for a companion but he just told himself he’d get to that later in his life. After all, he was only 25 and on the cusp of getting his Bachelors degree. He had his whole life in front of him to worry about finding a significant other.

The sound of the bell being hit repeatedly snapped him out of his haze and he looked over at the annoyed looking chef. Castiel held up a hand in apology before taking the plates and walking back out to the main dining room. Just to be sure, he spared a quick glance over at the hostess stand just to see if any one else had walked in while he’d been stuck in his head. Thankfully, no one else was there and he breathed an inner sigh of relief.

When he arrived at the table he was serving, he set the plates down in front of the people they belonged to.

“There you go. Call me if you need anything.” said Castiel, putting on his best attempt at a winning smile.

“Oh, this looks fantastic.” said Dean, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles.

Castiel was about to say he was glad the food looked good to him before he remembered, once again, that he was speaking to a blind man. He couldn’t help the string of chuckles that escaped his mouth, his shoulders moving with every one.

“See, Sammy. He thinks I’m funny.” said Dean, pointing in the approximate direction of Castiel.

“Yes, yes. You’re a damn comedian. Eat your burger.” said Sam, opening his napkin to get to his silverware.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been together?” asked Castiel, feeling curious.

Dean, who had just taken a bite of his burger, started to choke on it a bit. A fit of coughing and hacking later, he was wiping his mouth off and looking over at Castiel. “Excuse me?”

“How long have you two been together? You seem like a nice couple.” said Castiel, confused as to why that question had brought on the choking response. Off to the side, he could see Sam with an awkward look on his face and focusing his eyes on his salad.

“Oh, we’re not….we’re brothers. See, Sam. This is what happens when you treat me like your wife.” said Dean, his face screwed up in what Castiel could only assume was a glare.

“Yes, because being nice is treating you like my wife. Shutup and eat your burger, jerk.” said Sam, giving Dean an annoyed look before stabbing his fork into the salad.

“Why don’t you shut up, bitch.” mumbled Dean, looking down at his meal and grabbing his burger again.

“Oh…I’m sorry about the assumption. I’ll just…go.” said Castiel, face flushed and feeling like he wanted to throw himself into a fire.

He didn’t show his face back at that table until he saw Sam waving his hand for what he could only assume was the check. Castiel got the receipt printed out and walked over to the table, setting it down along with a pen. “Here’s the check. I hope you had a satisfactory meal.” said Castiel, a tight lipped smile forming on his face.

He backed away from the table, watching as they paid before going towards the exit. Castiel, like always when he worked a late shift, was leaned against the hostess stand. He was drifting away in his mind away when he felt someone tapping him. Thinking it was his boss, he straightened up and put a professional face on before turning around. Instead of his boss, however, he saw Dean.

“Hey, can I get a name to go with the sexy voice?” asked Dean.

Castiel was caught off guard for a few seconds and just stared at him, his mouth opening and closing. He was sure that guy would want nothing to do with him after making the assumption that he’d been involved romantically with his brother.

“Oh..um…Castiel.” he said after clearing his throat.

“Castiel, huh? Well, that’s a long ass name. I’ll shorten it to Cas. So, Cas, would you be free Friday night?” asked Dean, a smile spreading across his face.

“Friday actually isn’t a good day for me.” said Castiel, seeing Dean’s face fall. “I’m off on Sunday, though.”

“Sunday it is then. Here’s my number.” said Dean, pulling out a piece of paper and handing it to Castiel.

It wasn’t until the two men had left that Castiel spared a glance at the piece of paper. On it, sure enough, was a phone number and a little note from Sam saying 'good luck.’ Yep, they were brothers alright.

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‘These University Guys’- Part 3 (Maknae line smut, lie 4 and 5)

Originally posted by mochivkook


A/N: Reaaally tired so I’ll fix mistakes soon :)

Summary: You and Jungkook are finally able to finish what you started. 

Pairings: You x Jungkook, You x Jimin, You x Taehyung

Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 4k+

Warnings: Open relationships, graphic smut, oral, swearing, arguing, mentions of drinking and smoking, age difference relationships (not weird tho)

Part 2

It was so cold that you considered turning back to get Jungkook’s leather jacket, which lay forgotten on the swinging bench- or, more likely, on the cold wooden floor. But if you returned you were sure Jungkook would try stop you. You kick the floor and groan. How long would it even take you to get home? Was this even the right way? You wish phone’s batteries would last forever.

A couple of cars had passed you and you didn’t think much when you started hearing the next car’s rev. But when you realized it slowed down next to you, you felt you heart lurch. Your mind raced for possible ways to escape and you slowly, fearfully turned your head to look at the car.

“Oh, god!” You cried. “I thought you were a kidnapper!”

Jungkook, who had his one arm hooked over the door out the open window, smiled. But his eyes were just as concerned as they were at the party. You were embarrassed that he was seeing you this angry and upset and you were embarrassed that you left him earlier.

“Get in.” He requests casually. 

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Coffee Shop

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

Characters: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 585 words

A/N: This will be the last thing from Admin Caramel till after exams! My exam starts in 2 days, whereas Admin Dumpling’s starts tomorrow, hence the MIA. Anyways, this a little drabble I wrote from spontaneous 2am inspirations, as well as a thanks for 1K followers! Enjoy~  -Admin Caramel

If there was one thing you would eternally be grateful for, was Jungkook’s presence in your life. Meeting someone like him was something you did not expect; more or less dating and falling for someone, especially at a point in life where dating was the least of your priorities.

Jungkook waltzing into your life was not an unwelcome occurrence, yet it also was not something that you had accepted with open arms. It took awhile for the both of you to become acquainted, despite the both of you being regulars at the coffee shop. 24 hours a day, and 7 days a week, yet the both of you always seemed to be at the coffee shop during the same times. The both of you would sit at your usual seats, neighbouring tables tucked away in a quiet corner, the tables far enough from the other allowing personal space, yet close enough to subtly admire the other.

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{PART 13} Who Are You? // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by sugaglos

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader (ft. Jackson & Jinyoung)

Genre: Angst

Summary; Mia sheds light on her relationship with Jaebum to Jinyoung and Jackson, as both of the boys finally complete the puzzle of what really happened to you on the night of your accident.

Please note that this series contains mentions of road/car accidents, amnesia and cheating.

I update this series every Sunday between 9pm-10pm (U.K Time)

{Part 1} // {Part 12} {Part 13} {Part 14}

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Falling In Love In A Coffee Shop

Aaron Burr x Reader

Modern AU

Author(s): Lil Lambie

Words: 1893

Warnings: Kissing, loneliness, fluff idk

Request: (anon) Hey do you think you could right an modern au Aaron burr x reader where burr works at a coffee shop and like that’s the main reason the reader goes there and like idk a cute fluff

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long! I wanted to make this really good! I haven’t been writing a lot lately, so I rewrote this one like ten times. I hope you enjoy. Thank you for requesting!


Day 1

It’s a lonely table by the window.

The coffee shop is full of chatter. Full of words and love. Lipstick stains on coffee mugs. There is everyone and no one here. Everyone is a nobody. Even the woman who sits in a booth of her own, silently sipping her cup, her face plastered with makeup. Struggling writers and playwrights drink their fifth cup, and it’s only two in the afternoon. There is a group of teens, gossiping amongst each other, all while trying to find the perfect selfie angle with their cappuccino. Then are two forever lovers, sharing a booth and a coffee, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Hopelessly blind and in love.

You crease your thumb over the wrinkled paper. The number is barely recognizable now, all of the ink smeared. Now blacking your thumb. You don’t look at the clock because you know you will watch the minutes tick by. You will only count and add the lonely minutes of your life. If you had a dollar for every minute, you would be rich. Rich and alone. You dreamed of living in a cabin in the woods, where there was no judgement or pressure for love. No disappointment.

Solitude sounded nice.

You cursed yourself as you glanced at the clock. Automatically adding the numbers in your head. He was supposed to show up over an hour ago. An hour you could’ve been sitting at home, not feeling bad for yourself, and starting a Netflix binge. An hour not sitting here feeling humiliated.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to intrude, but is there something I can get you?”

You looked up to the voice.

You were met with soft brown eyes, chocolate skin and a warm smile. The barista, adjusted his golden name tag, that read Aaron. He ran his hands over his green apron once, then clicked his pen and put it to his ragged coffee stained notepad.

You blushed, feeling a thousand times more stupid and embarrassed. You crinkled the smeared phone number and stuffed in your pocket.

“No, sorry, I was just leaving.” You slid out of the booth, bumping into him. He took a step back. You hurried to the door but he stopped the door.

“Miss, please, don’t go. It’s pouring outside.” Aaron pleaded.

You looked out the french doors. The rain had increased from a small drizzle to a complete storm. “I love rain.” you said, “I don’t mind it.”

“Let me at least walk you to your car then. I have an umbrella in the back.”

You sighed. “No, really, it’s fine. You have to work anyway.”

Aaron shook his head and ran to the counter and reached over for his umbrella and coat. He threw it on and popped open the umbrella. “Don’t worry, I have someone to stay here.” he held out the umbrella to you. “Where is your car?”

You and Aaron walked in silence down the street. He held it over you, the rain dripping off the edges down his back.

“The point of an umbrella is not getting wet, right?” you laughed at Aaron.

He grinned. “But, ladies are to be treated as royalty. I am but a lowly peasant.” he laughed, pretending to bow.

“Um, my car is just up here.” you pointed to the street around the corner. You and Aaron took shelter under an awning. He was shivering.

“This is it, then?” Aaron asked.

You laughed and shivered. “Yeah. Thank you so much. You really didn’t have to.”

“I’m just glad that you won’t catch a cold.” he smiled.

“Can’t say the same for you.”

He grinned and bowed to you dramatically. “Well, fair lady, it seems we have reached our destination. I unfortunately have a coffee shop to go back to you. Won’t you please order a coffee next time.” he grinned. “Adieu.” you bowed again and gestured like he had a hat to tip. He waved and smiled and turned around, back into the rain.

You frowned and walked back into the rain too. You walked. Past all the cars that weren’t yours. Walked home in the rain, the only warmth you still had with you was his warm smile.

Day 5

Ten a.m. on a Tuesday.  You sat where you had four days previous. Next to the window, at a table for two. You weren’t waiting for anyone though. You didn’t have any expectations. You didn’t order any coffee.

Aaron worked at the counter, giving away a smile and compliment with every order. You felt his eyes on you, when you weren’t looking at him. When he walked by, you watched. He went to each table. Except yours. He gave you shy smiles as he walked around you. You just stared until he looked away. Then you smiled. The lights seemed to shine a little better this morning.

Day 11

The cold from the day in the rain had finally caught up to you. But still, you walked from your apartment to the coffee shop. You coughed and sneezed. You enjoyed the warmth. You admired the way the light shined and the words people spoke to each other. The forever lovers were sat in the same booth, laughing at each other while sharing a gaze full of love.

Aaron only smiled at you.

You stayed for an hour, listening to the sounds of the coffee shop. Enjoying the scene, the people and the warmth.

Day 14

Every morning. You woke up and walked to Burr’s Cafe. You stayed for an hour. You sat by the window. Some glared at you, couples mostly looking for an empty table. The cafe was always busy, and only Aaron ran it. You left after an hour, without having ordered anything. Every night, without fail, you found yourself in the same seat. Admiring the same dark eyes and smile that laid itself on you.

Day 15

It was all falling apart

Day 16

You couldn’t sleep last night. You lived alone. There was a dull pain inside of you when you  heard the lonely ache of the your whitewashed walls. The rooms were without color. The walls without paintings. You only got up to go to the coffee shop. Aaron’s smile was the only thing that made you smile now.

Day 17

You didn’t get out of bed today

Day 18

You couldn’t sleep. You hadn’t slept. You coughed nonstop. You hadn’t showered in days. Old pictures were laid out on your night stand. They were smeared and ripped beyond recognition. They were never dry

Day 23

You cried to yourself saying, “I’m broken.”

It was a mantra.

It was a truth.

Broken.

Day 30

The rain fell in streams across the window panes. You sat in the chair and looked out the table. You went in the morning. You watched people come and go. You listened to Aaron hum as he did the dishes. You slept. 11 p.m. and the rain still wasn’t giving up. Your back was sore from sitting all day, but you remained.

Aaron walked past you and flipped the wooden sign to Closed. He untied his apron and hung it on the rack.

“24 hour coffee shop.” he laughed.

You looked up to the familiar smile. He placed a red steaming cup in front of you. He sat across from you. “Do they really expect one man to never sleep? I can’t live on coffee forever.” he laughed.

You moaned, not caring that Aaron was there to see you in disarray. You sat up and stared the cup in front of you.

He sipped from his. “Come on, try it. It’s hot chocolate. A gold old cup of coco does wonders.”

“What wonder do I need?” you said, sarcastically.

He smiled. “That is none of my business. I am just the coffee man. Muffin man on weekends too.” Aaron laughed. “I just make muffins all day on Saturdays. Take the day off.”

You laughed half heartedly. “Are you the milk man on Sundays?”

He smirked. “Is that a euphemism?”

“Mayb-” you blushed, “no.” You lifted the cup to your lips. You closed your eyes and drank. It was warm and creamy. It was just right. The chocolate and the flavors danced on your tongue. You swallowed. “Thank you. This is really good.”

“Well I am the milkman.”

“Oh, shut up.” you laughed.

“As you wish.” Aaron waved his hand out to him like he was bowing. He sipped his cup quietly. A few moments passed and you couldn’t stand it.

“Okay! I wasn’t serious!”

Aaron laughed. “Thank goodness. I was just about to tell you about the other man I am.”

You smiled. “And what that might be?”

“The chocolate man.”

You laughed absurdly. You cringed exaggeratedly. “Oh god, you keep getting worse. You could’ve stop at the muffin man!”

“Well you asked.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” you smiled.

You and Aaron stared at each other, smiling between sips.

“I’m glad that you came back.” he said.

“What do you mean?”

He put his cup down. “You know, here. Where else?” he laughed. “I was worried that something had…”

“Worried that something what?” you asked. You already knew the answer, but you wanted to hear him say it. Say that he loved you the way you loved him.

“I was worried that something had happened to you! Okay? I was worried that I had said something wrong or done something wrong. Because you stopped coming and that first day you just didn’t seem like you wanted anything to do with me.”

“What are you talking about?”

“The car!” he shouted. “Letting some stranger walk you out to your car in the rain, letting himself get drenched for the sake of a beautiful girl. Letting some stranger walk you out to a car that doesn’t exist. You really didn’t want anything to do with me, did you?”

Aaron was away from the table now. Covering his face. Pulling his hands away to reveal that he was crying. “This is just a coffee shop. I love it here, I love that I get to do this. But when you walked in. When you smiled. It wasn’t just a shop anymore. It felt like home. I always thought that I loved this shop for the customers and the sake of making a good cup of coffee. But that all changed when you came in. It was so cliche and I’m so cliche. It was raining and you were alone. Love at first sight, call it what you will. (Y/N), I love you. I am in love with you. I am in the idea with you. I want to be with you. I want to talk to you. I want to spend the days with you. (Y/N), I want you.”

You began to cry.

Aaron ran to you. “No, please don’t cry. I’ll just leave you alone. We can forget all about this and we don’t ever have to-”

You jumped up and kissed him. You threw your arms around him. His lips were salty and wet. You kissed the tears away. He cried as he held you as he kissed you.

He was warm and perfect. He felt like home. He was home. He was love. He was everything you wanted.

He was your forever love.

anonymous asked:

@ the person who wanted fics with stars in them there's 'lowercase_stars' by @Cassiatheflowerchild over on ao3

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Dan’s mind is stuck in the sky, infatuated by the stars, Phil’s the one who keeps him on the ground.

“Dodie and Phil are waiting for him under the amber glow of a streetlamp in front of the 24-hour coffee shop. They’re used to him being late, used to the brown-eyed boy being too caught up in the universe to have any time to even remotely care about the people who he’s supposed to be doing things with.

They don’t blame him. They, too, can see into the vastness of the universe and get stuck in how it looks. But Dan is the only one who actually physically cannot look away.

Phil says something about Dan being late and Dodie hums a quiet tune under her breath.

It’s just after 2am but it’s the best time to be awake.”

- Tori

Moonlight Over Hartfeld -  James x MC Fanfic

Summary: It’s James’ last night in Hartfeld. You drive up to the hilltop where you shared your first kiss, leading to steamy, moonlit moments in James’ car.

Author’s note: MA (Mature audiences – contains explicit adult themes aka NSFW). This is for all of you who’ve requested a James x MC NSFW piece. Ready to get sexy? ;)

The moonlit view of Hartfeld was amazing from the hilltop, but the car windows were too steamed up. You were too preoccupied to care. It was James’ last night before leaving for LA, and you had gone around town reminiscing about your favorite spots. James had pulled over at the hilltop, the very first place where you had shared your first kiss. You had teased him that he had only brought you back there to make out, and he responded by pulling you onto his lap on the driver’s seat, then giving you a long, hard kiss on the mouth. It’s been that way for the past half hour — his hands running through your hair, your hands digging into his back, nipping on each other’s neck, licking and sucking on each other’s lips.  

“I’m gonna miss you so much,” James groaned as you licked his earlobe and nibbled on it. He responded by sliding his fingers under your shirt, caressing your lower back.

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Meet Cute

Prompt: literally no one asked for this. my own brain did it to me. 

Words: a whopping 1,773 

Author’s Note: um, i’ve never posted a fic before(??) on here. i’ve never even written a proper fic before. i’m not even a lin or hamilton blog (i apologize for that) but i’ve been obsessively reading a bunch of lin fanfics from some amazing people lately and it inspired me so i literally wrote this in like an hour and it sucks but. YEAH. huge thanks to @manuelmiranduh, @protecting-my-legacy, @fragmentofmymind, @alexanderhamllton, @musicalmiranda for being my inspirations. you guys are amazing and literally a blessing to my dash every day. 

Warnings: um, if you have a caffeine addiction?? + mild cursing. 

so here we go, i guess. enjoy my crappy lin manuel fanfic because he literally owns my soul now. i’ll probably do a second part because of how cliffhanger-y this ends. 

It was not unusual. This was the way it always happened. It was late evening or early morning and the coffee pot always broke. You’d just be busting your way through another term paper or bundle of notes to pass a final and it happened. You’d first pout and curse, loudly, before sighing and condemning yourself for your damned student budget and “why didn’t I splurge more for the better coffee maker?!” Tonight, you had a four-page paper about the history of journalism during war due at 8 AM in the morning. Instead of letting your anger get the best of you, you shrugged on a coat, packed up your laptop, and took your keys and wallet from the table near your apartment’s front door. This paper couldn’t finish itself and you couldn’t work without coffee. Therefore, a 24-hour coffee shop was your best bet and you happened to know where the best one in the city was.

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Some spirits are basically astral trolls.

I once had a spirit tell me, “don’t forget the donuts.” I took that admonition very seriously and literally. It was a message from Beyond! All hail the Great Beyond!

Sleep deprived and half-intoxicated, I bolted towards the nearest 24 hour donut shop.

The donuts were stale. The coffee was bad. Nothing interesting happened. I went home, and got some sleep. Woke up, and began to rethink my actions during the previous night.

I’m often happy not to be 20 years old any more. I was also lucky. I know of one magician who was told “the dolphin sails at midnight!” I don’t know how you even interpret that bit of astral genius.

Inspiration

Summary: Dan’s an art student who’s lost his inspiration, although midnight wanderings to an 24/7 coffee shop seem to be helping. The cute barista is probably to thank for this, although the coffee’s good too.

Word Count: 2.6k

i originally wrote this for a fic exchange for @wisperwynd! :]

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Ilvermorny School Town

Outside of Ilvermorny is a small town that is a popular weekend destination for students. Named after the young founders of the school, Boot’s Keep is a bustling town for the everystudent. Coffee shops, wand repair, pet supplies- anything students would need outside of school work. It would operate on the basis of a college town but many of the businesses are leased to alumni and are staffed with older students to earn a wage.

Some of the hotspots of the Keep are the Noctua- a 24-hour coffee shop and the wizarding world’s magic Starbucks; Phillipa Piper’s Dance Hall- a night club that always seems to change its interior depending on the night (the administration is trying to get Old Miss Piper to stop bringing untrained jackalopes and dust devils to her hall for country night); Greyhops- a beer distillery (butter and otherwise) that was founded and completely staffed by alumni; and Sayre Plaza- a wide open space in the middle of town that hosts the annual Ilvermorny Superbowl watch party.

Lily let out a sigh, opening up the morning’s copy of the Daily Prophet. “I don’t even know why I read this rubbish anymore,” she said flatly. “Much less first thing in the morning. It’s either depressing or completely fabricated.”

anonymous asked:

Can I ask if you've got any headcanons about the Batfam's self pampering habits? Fancy tea/hot bath/Netflix?

  • All of them are super into long, hot showers. It’s almost a problem, because Wayne Manor is an old house, and the water heater works well… but not that well. Sometimes, you find one or more of the children outside the bathroom, banging on the door for their sibling to hurry it the hell up– unless it’s Cass that’s inside. Nobody yells at Cass. That wouldn’t be wise.
  • There’s an entire shelf of the pantry that contains only junk food. it’s at the very bottom so that Bruce doesn’t notice. He wouldn’t approve if he knew.
  • Tim has a problem with Netflix. On his days off, he casually starts to catch up on his shows, but then before he knows it, the sun’s coming up, and he hasn’t slept. Alfred changes the password biweekly to try to lock him out– it doesn’t work that well. Alfred is furious.
  • Caffeine. So, so much of it. The batfamily is collectively floating no less than seven 24 hour coffee shops. Those things keep popping up around the city, because they do such good business. Jason especially likes to hit them up… his pumpkin spice latte intake is frankly embarrassing. Please do not tell Damian. 

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Member: Namjoon 

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3794 

Summary: Will you stay by my side, will you promise me? - BTS, Butterfly 

A/N: Hello my lovely readers! It’s been a while, but here’s what I’ve been working on! I hope you enjoy this and there may or may not be a second part of this in the future 😉 Enjoy! Xx 

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Your body follows the movements of the train as you’re fully captivated by the book you’re reading, Demian. Your eyes run through the printed lines of the book while your ears are surrounded by the ambient noise of the subway. As the train travels out of the tunnel, the morning sun illuminates the page that you’re reading. You have been reading this book for a few days now and whenever you had the time, you would engulf yourself in its storyline.

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Writers Hour

Ruby has her head in the sand.

Dan is trapped in his own mind.

Liam has his head in the clouds

And Heather was stuck in the notes of an unwritten song.


24 hour coffee shops were a world of both dreams and wakefulness. They run of both tired and alert. A perfect counter balance.

The four of them were writers of different kinds.

Heather wrote to music.

Ruby wrote to the beat of her own heart in tangled verses and garbled juxtapose

Dan wrote in fantasy worlds and the heads of others whilst never quite existing in his own.

Liam wrote words no one understood.

 

The group scooted themselves around their tiny table. Pens drawn like swords fingers poised absently over keyboards. One hummed melodies under her breath another muttered things to himself in a mess German accent that his character had developed. Stop, pause, sip, type, write, and bleed. The twisting turning universe of four creative minds synchronizing and working in one cramped hour of 4AM.

Ruby spoke first again asking about their week.

Heather mumbled a good slotting in between her quickly fluttering lips as a song built up in her lungs.

Dan spoke a few notes on his latest short story but quickly receded back into his mind in the middle of a sentence.

Liam just blinked absentmindedly.

 

Silence resumed save for the clinking of cups, the tapping of keyboards, scrawling of pens, and mutterings of unfinished art.

4AM rolled around to 5AM and started to lose its beautiful appeal as the writers hour drew closed.

Heather’s words started dying on her tongue as the melody fell to pieces

Ruby’s verses slowly faded to a messy close with too many metaphors and a non-existent rhyming pattern

Dan shut his laptop but continued to exist in someone else’s mind

Liam took his first sip of coffee for the morning.


They all stood chairs scraping on old linoleum bags crinkling as they were thrown over shoulders. Liam stayed put sipping coffee slowly. Goodbyes were passed around the group in hushed tones, the kind of tones you would expect from 5AM when the world was waking up around them.

Heather peddled down the road on a baby blue bicycle

Ruby stalked down the street a bright figure amongst a bleak backdrop

Dan wanders off in a daze his feet scuffing against the ground as he continued to exist anywhere but his own mind

Liam sits and stares.


Writers hour closes and the city comes to life.


Thanks for reading this is something that just kind of spilled over and I don’t know why. 

anonymous asked:

16, joshua? (If you're still doing these)

16 “This is the sixth time you’ve spelt my name wrong. Are you doing this on purpose?“


You had been in Korea for at most a month and a half when you’d gotten a job as a barista in a small 24 hour coffee shop. It’d been pretty hard to find a job at all, since you were a foreigner and you still struggled with the language. The owner of the place, a kind man in his forties, had been understanding enough to give you a try. Or maybe it’s your third visit and your best puppy eyes that had gotten to him. It was a relaxing place, with a lot of natural light, a few couches and pretty quiet customers. It was usually empty at night, only the few usual all-nighters and wandering teens.

You’d been working there for about two weeks when a group of boys around your age had walked in for the first time. Your first thought was that they were louder than your usual customers, and that they were very attractive. There were five of them. One in particular had caught your eye, with his salmon colored hair and his gentle smile.

You greeted them brightly, something you were definitely getting better at doing naturally. You took their orders one by one and wrote each of their names on their cups. Jun. Chan. Jihoon. Mingyu. Then the cute boy with pink hair stepped up to your counter and you froze. He was even more attractive up close, and he was staring directly at you. You numbly took his order, but missed his name, as he was laughing at something Jun had said, and his hand had come up to hide his mouth in a very cute way. It had sounded something like Shisoo. Too nervous to actually ask him to repeat himself, you simply wrote ‘시수’ on his cup. While you could hold a pretty normal conversation, the writing and the pronunciation of each letter still had you struggling. You knew ‘시’ was supposed to sound like ‘shi’ instead of ‘si’, most of the time, so you took a guess.

You then busied yourself by making their orders. Luckily for you, they hadn’t asked for anything too complicated, so you completed the entire thing quite fast. You handed them their drinks individually and, again ended with the cute boy.

“And a medium caramel latte for… Shisoo?”

You hesitantly called his name, knowing full well you actually hadn’t heard him well. Still, he just smiled and took the cup from you. He took a look at it, and chuckled.

“It’s Jisoo, actually.”

You felt your cheeks redden at the correction, and bowed quickly, letting you hair fall onto your face and hide it.

“I’m very sorry. I… I was distracted and I didn’t hear it correctly.”

The four other boys were already seated in couches near the shop window, calling out for Jisoo to join them.

“It’s alright,” he said. “It’s just so you know.”

You nodded quietly and watched him go as he joined his friends and sat next to Jihoon. Just so you know… what did it even mean? That you should know? That you’d have to know for future reference? Was he planning on coming back? Was he mad that you’d gotten his name wrong? Gosh, why did you have to be such a dumbass sometimes? So many questions, yet you were unable to answer any of them. At least, there was one thing you knew: if he ever came back, you wouldn’t get his name wrong.

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“Small moka frapp. for 찌수.” You called with a bright smile. This time, you were sure you’d gotten it right. He’d emphasized the J a lot, so you were persuaded it meant a ㅉ. Turns out you were wrong again, as he told you the first letter was a tchieut (?) and not assangjieut. You didn’t know all the letters yet, but now you were almost sure you’d get it right on the next try.

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“Medium coffee, two milks, for 치수.” This time, the cute boy, whose hair color was starting to fade to a blondish pink, didn’t say a word, just smiled, took his coffee and left. You released the breath you didn’t know you were holding, and whispered a quiet “yes!”, quite content of your success on getting his name right.

Two weeks passed and you numbered a total of three more times that your new crush had come to the coffee shop. He’d usually come to the counter, say his order and tell you his name, then leave with whoever he’d come with. You wanted to tell him he didn’t need to tell you his name anymore, but you were still too shy, so you simply smiled every time and prepared his order in silence. He spent his sixth visit in the coffee shop, lazily talking with one of his friends, Jeonghan. You’d been eyeing them subtly, or in a way that you hoped was subtle, since the place was mostly empty, when you saw Jeonghan pick up the cute boy’s cup, look at it and start laughing. The two boys talked for a few minutes, until the cute boy stood up and came over, his finished cup of coffee in his hand. He simply walked to you and help up the cup, with the side with his name written on it pointed towards you.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want to sound rude but I really gotta ask. This is the sixth time you’ve spelt my name wrong. Are you doing this on purpose?

Your mind went blank for a few seconds. Wrong? How could you be spelling his name wrong? It was the fourth time you’d spelled it this way and he’d never said anything. When you told him this, he laughed and placed the cup on the counter.

“Well I thought it was kinda cute at first, seeing you all confused. But now I’m not sure if you’re doing this because you really don’t know, or if it’s to catch my attention.”

You felt your face burning up with embarrassment. Four times. He’d let you spell his name wrong four freaking times. All because he thought your confusion was cute. But now… now he thought it was to flirt with him? To try and get him to talk to you? You denied it almost immediately, stumbling on your words and getting more and more flustered by the second.

“No! It’s not like that! I swear I just didn’t know. I’m not trying to flirt with you…”

“Really?” Jisoo looked at you through his faded pink fringe. “It’s a pity then.”


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masterlist | five seconds of summer

I know I’m a new blog, with only a few imagines written, but people had asked me to make a master list anyways so I thought I would make one. So here is everything I’ve written so far. I will be updating this list whenever I post a new imagine/preference, so this will be updated constantly.

last updated: aug. 10th, 2016.

calum hood

the boy next door / part two / part three

>> where the reader moves next door to the hoods - unbeknownst to her that she’s neighbours with a gorgeous boy just a year older, who she finds herself slowly falling for.

luke hemmings

good morning, good night

>> where the reader works at a 24 hour coffee shop, working two shifts each day just to help make a bit more cash. as tiresome as it is, she finds herself loving her job because of one person in particular who seems to always stop by for his usual morning to night coffee run.

michael clifford

confessions of a wallflower 

>> where the reader, who associates herself with the popular crowd in school meets a loner boy named michael at a big, friday night party. she immediately finds herself intrigued by him, determined to get to know him without overstepping her boundaries.

The Girl Who Cried Wolf

Relationship: Michael x Reader

Words: 7K+

SGFG Series

Author’s Note: This is filled with so much angst it’s quite ridiculous. I am really proud of this piece though as it’s the longest piece I’ve ever written. It’s been a week in the making and hopefully the content shows. Anyways, this is my addition to the Sounds Good Feels Good Series I am currently hosting. If you want to read other installments refer to the link above. Feedback is appreciated! 

The engagement had been fast, less than a years time. Neither Michael nor her had ever pictured a grand wedding for themselves making the planning process easy. A small gathering with their closest friends and family and an exchange of beautiful rings and the two were married three months after the question was popped and all was well.

They went on a lavish honeymoon across Italy where they ate entirely too much pizza and learned that pasta is much more than straggly noodles and red tomatoes sauce. Michael and Y/N fell more in love on the trip than they thought was possible. Paris may have been the city of love but Italy was the country of romance.

Now that the pair was back home though, the dynamic had changed. No longer were they a couple on their honeymoon unable to keep their roaming hands off each other in public. Instead, they were back to reality in their one bedroom apartment with a shitty air conditioning unit that made the California July sun unbearable. Michael blamed the humidity in their place for the wedge between the two at night, neither one of them able to cling to each other without dripping in sweat but Y/N blamed herself for not writing enough pieces for this month’s edition of her web based magazine to earn a decent paycheck.

“It’s my fault we can’t get out of this shitty apartment,” she mumbled.

It was the first night in weeks that the two were able to share a bed thanks to a random storm that was passing through the city. The television flickering light illuminating the dark room while Michael’s thumb massaged soothing circles into the place just above her hips.

“It’s not your fault,” he whispered before placing a series of open mouth kisses to the base of her neck, where her collar bones laid.

“It is though,” she huffed. “We knew when we got married that I’d be making most of the money until you make it out of those hole in the wall clubs.”

Michael knew she didn’t mean to sound rude but he couldn’t help but take offense to her words. Of course, Michael would love to be the number one provider of the household. He’d love for her to able to write whatever she wanted because she loves writing instead of having to do it for a paycheck. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been able to do that for her yet. He was trying his hardest though, taking up extra shifts as a barista in between his band’s sets at the local coffee shop and writing as many new songs as he could to gain more of a following. He knew that one day his music was going to be good enough to get out of that place but right now he was stuck and Michael hated being stuck.

“It’ll happen soon. Ashton’s been talking to a music producer in town that’s going to help us record our demo soon.”

“I’m proud of you,” she smiled, before her voice faltered and her face fell. “How much is studio time?”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, his eyebrows furrowing in irritation. He knew they were scrapped for money, sure, but didn’t you have to spend money to make it? This demo track could make his career and if it meant he’d have to take on more shifts at the coffee shop then he would. “Besides, this will change everything for us. I promise.”

“It better ‘cause I really don’t want to have to move back home,” she teased.

At least Michael thought she was teasing but he didn’t dwell on it too much. He didn’t have time to dwell on it, not with a coffee shop shift to get ready for in the early hours of the morning.

II.

July had faded into August and things were going okay again. Michael had picked up a few extra shifts at the coffee shop to cover the cost of the demo tape and Y/N had started a second job at the local day care by their apartment to start a savings account for their future. They weren’t swimming in money but they were getting by and that’s all that really mattered.

The clock that hung on the wall by the entrance read five in the morning when Michael crept inside after his late night shift at the 24 hour coffee shop. He was exhausted, the purple bags under his eyes contrasting with the paleness of his complexion. All he wanted to do was flop into bed and sleep for the next few hours before the routine started over, but when he heard the running water coming from the bathroom sleep became the last thing on his mind.

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