what people do in a cafe

Most disturbing things on the deep web:

1.) Human Experiments- 

The people who run this particular page on the dark web believe that not all humans are equal and to prove their point they kidnap homeless people or get volunteers (yes, really) and do illegal and extremely painful experiments on them. Experiments range from starvation and water/fluid restriction to exposing infants to harmful radiation.

2.) Cannibal Cafe

This website, now banned by the German government, was used by literal cannibals: They would log onto the forum known as the Cannibal Cafe and share their fantasies, cooking tips, and even arrange to meet up for a meal. That’s what happened when Bernd Jürgen Armando Brandes, an engineer from Berlin responded to an advertisement written by Armin Meiwes, a computer technician with cannibalistic tendencies. The advert read “Looking for a well-built 18- to 30-year-old to be slaughtered and then consumed.” The pair met up and played out their fantasy, resulting in the discovery of the forum and the arrests of dozens of real-life cannibals.

3.) Pilots’ last words:

Someone somewhere has gone to the effort of finding the last words of pilots before their plane crashed. The words would have been recorded on the black box of the aircraft and the owner of the website would have had to go through high-security records to find them. The morbid website is updated frequently.

4.) Human Leather:

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any weirder. This company is dedicated to making leather made from real human skin. Their ideas were clearly too creepy for the mainstream web, so they have taken to the deep web to advertise their products.

5.) Hire a hitman:

Hitmen seem a thing of spy movies, but for a couple of grand you can hire one thanks to this website known as the Hitman Network. These assassins seem to have morals though, as they refuse to kill children or any major politicians.


Cafe: Pastel Bakery || 0895-5721-291

I’ve been doing a lot of baking IRL recently (cheesecake, cookies, and bread so far, danishes tomorrow and cupcakes later this week), and thought it’d be really nice to run a small quiet bakery. Something cute that’s open late for the night owl crowd, maybe serves simple lunch-type meals along with tea or coffee, and has a little shelf of random merch for people to buy too. So I thought I’d see what I could come up with in Happy Home Designer and renovated the Cafe. :D

I wonder if you even think of what you’re doing while you’re breaking the fuck out of someone. Are you thinking of them laying in bed at night, screaming like someone killed them? Do you realize you’re committing legal murder. It might even be worse than murder since these people have to keep on living. Do YOU? Do you realize people never recover from the traumatic shit that you do? End up on mass amounts of pills the rest of their already fucked up existence? Hate their selves? Do you people realize what it does to those you leave so fucking violently? Lay your hands on? Call names? Force yourselves on? You’re killing parts of their souls, their brains, their life.. but we’re suppose to save ourselves from the most legal way to kill someone right? Well I guess we wouldn’t have to if people didn’t think it was okay to kill our minds with abuse in the first place.
—  You’re a survivor Andy. A world renowned, abused, self hated & self loving fucked up individual. Thank you to the criminals who made me so god damn possible aye?
Curly Headed Teen

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x Reader

Warnings: fluffish, cute and shy Isaac

Author’s Note: not today


You don’t notice the table of people sitting by the door, but they notice you. Not exactly they, but one man in particular. Just one curly headed teen with a shy smile on his face. The same curly headed teen that comes in everyday and watches shyly with the same shy smile at the same table by the door.

“I know it might not be the best thing to hear seven times in a row, Isaac, but what, dare I ask again, are we doing at this dumb cafe when we should be studying, or even better, trying to take down the most recent supernatural jerks who are terrorizing us?!” Stiles asks the gazing boy with his eyes narrowed and his messy eyebrows reaching his messy hair.

Snapping out of his daze, Isaac nods, “Yeah, yeah, um, how about, you guys go and do whatever you need to do, and you can call me when you need me.” Rolling his eyes, Stiles looks to his best friend with his eyes wide open, “Well, there is obviously no getting to him, so we can leave.”

Isaac isn’t paying any attention to their conversation though, he’s too busy watching as you try to reach for extra cups, eventually getting a taller colleague to grab the dumb things for you. Something like this happenings every single day, and it gives Isaac an idea.

The boy rushes to the craft store, knowing what he wants before he even gets in there. When he gets home, Melissa wants to question him, but she just watches as he paints and sticks things with a smile on her face. This boy, this curly haired boy she holds like a son in her heart has gone to the flexible lengths of art and creativity for a girl, and all she can think is how lucky the young lady will be, especially when Isaac falls asleep with his cheek in the pretty paint.

*     *     *     *     *

“Hey Y/N, there’s something for you in the back.” Your co-worker Jamie says when you walk in. Eyes getting wide in excitement, you run into the break room. Standing there painted in your favorite color, is a wooden step ladder. It’s absolutely adorable with your name written in the edge of the top stair and intricate drawings and swirls throughout. The ladder looks like a dream plucked from Pinterest.

Lifting the ladder, you look for a name, or a note, anything to help you give your gratitude, but you don’t find anything but the initials IL under the first step. “Jamie! Did you see who brought this?” Jamie pops back to look from you to the ladder, “Yeah, it was that cute guy from your school. The one with the curly hair, really tall.”

Smiling softly, you set the ladder down to take your jacket off and set your purse down, before picking it up and taking it up front with you. Right on time, just as you’re situated, the guy walks in. You’ve never known his name, but he does go to school with you.

“Hi,” You smile as he gets up to the counter, “What’s your name?” The question throws him off guard completely. You’ve never paid him any special attention before, so his wide smile is completely genuine, spontaneous. “I-Isaac. My name is Isaac.” You smile widely at the boy, “Well, Isaac, thank you for the ladder.”

This makes his cheeks flush, since being turned, Isaac has been a lot more confident, but you make him a shy, stumbling mess again. “It was no big deal, I was happy to do it. Seeing you struggle with getting those cups all the time made me want to help.”

There are more customers behind Isaac, so you can’t quite chitchat, but you can give him free things, “It’s on the house.” You say when he reaches for his wallet and you study his face, “I can’t talk much more now, but, I get off at 2 if you want to hang out then.” Isaac nods, not bothering to hide his manly giggle, “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

Before sending him on his way, you stand on your ladder to kiss his cheek from across the counter, “I’ll see you then, Isaac.”

anonymous asked:

Gay people used to have their own bookstores and cafes but what happened was capitalism. Do you go to a local coffeeshop or do you get Starbucks? Do you buy your books from Amazon or Barnes&Noble instead of looking for a small business? This is why all those places disappeared. Most LGBT centers have gay choirs, though, they're just not skewed young to the queer community.

GOOD POINT ANON! There are few Gay Bookstores left, A LOT have gone out of business in the last few years. They all sell books, movies, gay flags, etc. and almost all of them are now combined with something else to survive: bookstore + coffee shop, bookstore + sex shop, bookstore + art shop, gay books + feminist/women’s books. Almost of all them have free dating nights, parties, book readings, book signings and other events where you can meet lesbian and gay people. Follow them on FB, IG and Twitter to keep up with their events. If you can’t actually go to any of these stores, please support them by ordering something from them online. We need to keep our places open! 

🇺🇸 United States 🇺🇸

Philly AIDS Thrift @ Giovanni’s Room > site
12th & Pine - Philadelphia, PA

Bureau of General Services - Queer Division (BGSQD) > site
208 W 13th St, Rm 210 (in The LGBT Centre) NYC, NY

Outwords Books, Gifts & Coffee > site
2710 N. Murray Ave - Milwaukee, WI

Charis Books and More > site
Moreland Ave NE & Euclide Ave NE - Atlanta, GA

Women & Children First > site
5233 N Clarke St - Chicago, IL

Common Language Bookstore > site
317 Braun Court - Ann Arbour, MI

🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦

Glad Day Bookstore > site
Church & Wellesley - Toronto, ON

Little Sisters Book & Art Emporium (and sex shop) > site
Davie & Jervis - Vancouver, BC



created for @mi6-cafe polyamory week! 

[gorgeous art by @procoffeinating


what is 00qad?

007 + q from the craig!bond movies with danny + alex from london spy

wait, two ben whishaws?

are you suggesting this is some kind of problem

i’m a fan of both pairings but do i have to ship them all together?

absolutely not. we all have our preferences and you’ll find that some fics have partner swapping while others just have the boys as friends. some people write danny and q romantically, while others write them sexually. then there’s the fic where they are brothers! as long as you appreciate all four boys you are welcome into the fandom and we’d love to hear your headcanons

are the cats still around?

i’m pretty sure we’d rather sacrifice bond to spectre’s piranha tank than give up q’s cats in any verse anywhere, so fear not my friend


00qad has a very small fandom but we are eager to spread the love, so the order of this list is ideal for folks who have never read any 00qad fic. i’ll start you off gently as the boys are introduced to one another and leave the four-way smut to the very end of the list if you’re interested :D

double-o dreamboat by rigel99 - short drabble

the truth of truths by blackidyll - london spy fix-it

secrets, spies, and family ties by brihna - london spy + spectre fix-it

Keep reading


“Dean, do you see that?” Sam froze on the busy sidewalk and just stared off in the distance.

“See what?” His brother asked, confused. He didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary up ahead. “Come on Sam, let’s just get something to eat. I’m starving.”

“Give me just a minute.” He mumbled, jogging away. His brother only rolled his eyes before ducking into the cafe.

Stopping short of the coffee cart, Sam looked her up and down, jaw dropped with no indication of it closing anytime soon.

A few people stepped around him, giving him odd looks but other wise moving on without a word.

She paid for her coffee, smiling brightly as she did so. “Thanks. You have a good day as well sir!” As she turned, he watched as her large wings moved gracefully with her body, mindful of not touching anyone around her.

“Woah…” He whispered just as she caught sight of him. She tilted her head and followed his gaze, which went just above her shoulders.

“What are you looking at?” She asked curiously, but before he could even form a single syllable, her [your eye color] eyes went wide.

“Can… I touch them?” Sam inched closer to her, hand outreached. “Please? I’ve never even seen Cas’ wings like this before. They are amazing.”

She was moving back, almost falling as she stepped off the sidewalk, her hands raised to ward him off. “No you can not touch them! How rude. I don’t even know how you see them!”

Frowning, he reached out and grabbed her wrist so she would stop before she fell or bumped into someone. He was going to ask why they were so black, but as soon as their skin touched, the world melted away.


All of the sudden, Sam was on one side of a meadow that was filled with beautiful wild flowers. And she was on the other side, direct opposite of him.

They barley got to glance at one another, before a faded version of each of them appeared in the middle of the meadow.

“Sammy…” Her faded counter part giggled as his pulled her against his body in a tight hug. “We didn’t have to come all the way out here for you to hug me.” She gave a devilish smirk. “We’ve done much worse with Dean sleep just mere feet away.”

“I know.” He gave a small laugh, running a hand through his hair as he blushed slightly. “But I didn’t bring you out here anything like that. I wanted to give you something.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head, bitting her lip as she tried to hide a smile. “What is it? You know how much I love presents.”

“Don’t freak out.” He smiled and kissed her cheek as she began to look worried. “I promise it isn’t anything bad, it’s just not what you’re going to think it is.”

“That’s very confusing, but alrigh-” Her breath caught as he got down on one knee and gazed up at her. “I’m going to assume you aren’t proposing. Thank you for warning me.”

He nodded before putting on a serious face. “Not proposing, yet. But this is important. I’ve know since that day at the coffee cart that you’re my one and only Y/N. My soulmate.” Her wings fluttered slightly behind her and smiled at the motion. “I got you this.” He held up a ring with two little black angel wings on it.

“That’s so pretty…” She whispered, a happy little tear slipping down her cheek. She tried to touch it, but he pulled it back so she couldn’t.

“If you take this, then it means one day, maybe soon, maybe years from now, who knows. You’ll want to get married, and start a family with me.” He licked his lips, only a tiny bit worried she was going to reject him.

“Oh, of course Sammy! I couldn’t picture myself having a life with anyone but you!” She dropped to her knees and hugged him tightly before leaning away so he could slip the ring on to her finger.

“Soulmates?” He asked.

“Soulmates.” She nodded, leaning in for a kiss.
Both Sam and Y/N gasped for air as they were thrown back in reality and the people on the busy sidewalk began making their way around them once again.

“I think we may need to talk.” He said, swallowing hard, not taking his eyes off hers.

“I think you’re right…” She nodded, a smile playing at her lips.

She took his outreached hand and they headed toward the cafe he had left Dean at.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so hard to explain to his brother, given everything they’d seen over the years.

But who knew…

And why hadn’t found Dean’s soulmate yet…?

anonymous asked:

Its getting busier particularly at weekends with christmas coming and today I had three separate customers make an official complaint that the store was too busy and overcrowded. What do you want us to do? We can't just tell people to leave during opening hours because someone is annoyed that they had to wait in line to get a coffee in the cafe. I passed them to my manager and he just shrugged too what do you expect


Can we please just imagine

• baby hiro just walking around the café. Like just imagine him. You’d have to be careful not to stand on him bc he’s so small

• baby hiro just sitting next to customers and telling them all about himself and waving to new people and it makes their day because damn this three year old tiny thing is adorable

• baby hiro clinging to aunt Cass and demanding to be picked up so he can suck his thumb and play with her hair and let everyone know that she’s only HIS aunt Cass and NO ONE ELSES

• baby hiro asking for some cookies and aunt Cass says no and he just says “aww cassieee!” And just walks away sadly and she just stares at him and just adfhchwurhfksncj he’s so small and cute and asfhehcksj

• but seriously I swear hiro called aunt Cass cassie at least some point in his life like how cute would that be I can’t

• baby hiro stumbling down the stairs when he hears his big brother tadashi come in through the door and he’s so tiny and slow that tadashi has to run to him to and picks him up and just *cuddle*

• “dashi can I have a bicki?” “No hiro.” “Dashiiiiiiiiiiiii pleaseeeeeee” *puppy dog eyes*

• bath time with the hamabros. Just imagine.

• “hiro, time for a bath!” “NO NO NONO NO!” *proceeds to run around the cafe and hide under a table with or without people sitting at it he doesn’t care whatsoever as long as he doesn’t get dREncHeD IN WATER he dOeS nOT CaRE*

• just baby hiro in general

January Challenge

HAPPY NEW YEAR, and welcome to the monthly writing challenge 2017! I can’t wait to start this year of prompts and challenges with you all, and without further ado, here’s the January challenge! 

This month is all about character. The challenge is all to do with people watching - leave the house and go and sit in a cafe or somewhere similar and watch to see who goes past and then insert them into a story. 

Over the course of the month I’ll be posting the people I see, and hopefully this will give you some inspiration! Submissions for what you write close on the 30th of January - happy writing! :)x

The man behind the Bourke St killings allegedly threatened to kill his girlfriend and had just stabbed his brother after he came out as bisexual. The man behind the Lindt Cafe killings had a horrific domestic violence record. These men have warped ideas of what it is to be a man. Mental illness is also a factor but.. that impacts men and women equally right? So why are there way more men doing this shit than women? Patriarchy is a huge factor in terrorist attacks. But pointing out the common link is “men” rather than “Muslim” doesn’t serve a lot of white men’s interests.

Men are taught to dominate. Women are taught to nurture. We need less people taught the former, and more people taught the latter. We need an entire society, culture and economy that systemically rewards the latter.

anonymous asked:

AU HC request! If the 11 Novas ran a cafe/small restaurant together, who would be doing what (waiters, chefs, manager, etc.)?

Well I know what I kind of restaurant/cafe I will avoid then lmao

  • The only people who take that restaurant seriously are probably Capone, Drake, Apoo and maybe Killer and Hawkins
  • Drake is easily the manager, frequently breaking the fourth wall and looking into an imaginary camera because some of the supernovas drive him insane (more specifically Luffy, Zoro, Kid and Bonney)
  • Capone and Hawkins are the accountants, while Hawkins would do a decent job with the book keeping, Capone is always trying to steal his colleages blind
  • Bonney, Zoro, Luffy, Kid, Law are all waiters, Hawkins asks himself every day of his life why on earth Drake thought it was a good idea that any of them besides Law should be waiters
  • Zoro naps in the kitchen and gets confused with the table numbers, Luffy is about as graceful as jerking hippo, Kid always fights with costumers and Bonney is always late, unmotivated and fucking lazy
  • Law along with Hawkins, Drake, Apoo and Killer is the only one who does his job well
  • Gets along fine with Killer, who works in the kitchen, they’re a great team with very matching timing
  • Apoo is employed as a musician who sings and plays some music every weekend or on special days
  • And Urouge? He is the owner of this entire thing and the only reason he’s keeping the likes of Bonney, Kid, Luffy and Capone employed is because he finds what they do to Drake’, Hawkins’ and Law’s nerves fucking hilarious
*REQUEST* Mark Scenario - #5 "That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant" & #107 “You're still my favorite”

Requested by a cutie pie anon! 

Feel free to send in requests guys! I do Reactions, Preferences, Fake Texts, and Scenarios! Just tell me who you want, what you want, and how you want it! <3

~OK GUY SOO this is the first ever scenario written by the new 2nd admin of this blog, Laymedown!! Please accept her well and give her much love!!!! <3~

For you, your workday began like any other. Working at a small cafe wasn’t very exciting, as it was always pretty slow, but you loved your part time job anyway. It gave you more time to talk with the people that came through and hear stories most never get to hear. Although you didn’t know it at the time, it was this day you almost died in both excitement and embarrassment.

           You were wiping down tables in the vacant cafe since it was near closing, the only ones there being you and the other Barista. When you heard the chimes above the door ring, you didn’t look up to see who it was. Instead you instinctively greeted your new customers while continuing your work.

           “Hello, take a seat where ever you like and I’ll be right with you.”

           “Okay, thank you miss.” An all too familiar voice responded. It was no one you knew personally, however, you heard it almost every day two years. You peeked over your shoulder to see four very recognizable Got7 members sit down in a booth that was out of view of the windows. You whipped your head back down at the table you were just cleaning, trying with all of your strength to stay professional. Mark had been the one that responded to you, and you saw that Jackson, Bambam and JB were with him. Although your insides were screaming, you finally walked over to their table where they were goofing around, mainly Jackson and Bambam whacking each other with their menus.

           “Hi there, are you guys all set to order?” You asked as you took out your little note pad. You sighed in relief as your voice came out normal, and not at all influenced by the screaming fan inside. The four men looked at you, slightly surprised by your nonchalant attitude. You smiled as you began to take their orders. You wanted them to enjoy their time off and not have to hide from any fans or cameras and just be able to relax and be themselves here. They each listed off their orders for you.

           “Alright, I’ll be back soon with your orders.” You smiled kindly as you turned away, trying not to think much of the admiring looks from all four of them. Especially Mark’s. Of all seven of them, it had to be Mark that was here. You quickly ran the order your co-worker once you were out of their sight before running in to the walk in cooler. Once there, you shut the door behind you and you let the fan girl out that you had tried successfully to keep suppressed. After a few deep breaths, you recollected yourself and went to grab their drinks. The Barista gave you the ‘judging you’ look as she handed you the tray, clearly jealous that she was stuck behind the counter while you got to give them their drinks.

           fearing that your clumsy self would spill their drinks, you walked as slowly as you could without them noticing.

“Here you guys go.” You almost sang as you handed them their respective items. You began to turn away since you didn’t want to intrude much longer, when Jackson pulled you down next to him, strongly inviting you to sit with them. All that could run through your head was your own reminder to stay calm. They got you to confirm that yes, you were a fan of theirs, or should you say that Jackson got you to confirm it. He was the one who was really talking to you and telling you about their recent tour.

           “It’s great to know that there’s a place we can enjoy privacy in peace, right guys?” Jackson said as he stared straight at Mark. You glanced over at Mark for the first time and something about his demeanor seemed off to you. You saw him roll his eyes, and at first you didn’t really understand. Not until he muttered something before he took a sip of his French vanilla cappuccino.

           “So annoying.” Although it was only a mutter, you heard it clearly. Truthfully it hurt you a lot. Mark was your bias, the one you always thought of and supported most. You then thought of how you did exactly what you were trying to avoid doing. They were out having fun on their day off, and now you, as a fan, interrupted them. You never felt more embarrassed until then.

           Do you want me to leave?” You ask nervously, standing up, not wanting to hear Mark’s answer. You went to leave “I’m sorry, I should get back to work.”

You made your escape before you could get any more embarrassed. You heard the members scolding Mark for your sake as you lean up against the hallway that led towards the bathrooms. You felt so stupid, almost to the point where tears began to sting the corner of your eyes. You were so busy scolding yourself that you didn’t notice the man that now stood near you. You jumped a couple feet and your eyes widened when you finally did notice. Mark stood only a few feet away from you, looking almost shy. He looked as if he were trying to find words to say, and even though it pained you, you smiled as friendly as you did a few minutes ago.

           “I’m sorry, I promise I won’t bother you guys anymore. Go enjoy your time off, you’ve earned it.” You bowed to him and tried to make your leave again, but his words stopped you.

           “It was a misunderstanding. I never meant to speak to you.” He said in a remorseful tone. You looked at him and you could see how apologetic he looked, but you felt like he was only saying that since he didn’t want to upset a fan.

           “It’s okay, really it’s fine.”

           “No, it’s not, I…” He began, and you could see him getting flustered, not really knowing what to say.

           “I get it; I was interrupting your guy’s time off. I can only imagine how busy all of you must be. I would be annoyed too if-”

           That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” He cut you off suddenly, but smacked his head for doing so.

           “Then what did you mean?” You asked him, finally becoming frustrated yourself. He then looked you straight in the eyes, which was a first this whole night.

           “Yes, I did say ‘so annoying’, but not towards you. I meant it for Jackson and the other guys.” You could see his cheeks flare up as he told you the next part. “I made a comment that you were really cute after you left and the other members were trying to get me to talk to you. In a very un-sneaky way.” He brushed his hand through his hair, looking extremely embarrassed. You on the other hand didn’t know what to say. Shock wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how you felt.

           “I know this may seem kind of weird, but maybe we can get together some time and catch a movie or something?” You didn’t even know how you were still standing there after what he was asking registered in your mind. Every nerve wanted to run to the walk in cooler again and scream your head off. Maybe you never left the cooler in the first place, thinking maybe could have just fainted earlier when you released your inner fan girl. “If you don’t want to, I understand,” He began to ramble off as you had still yet to answer him.

           “I like movies,” You stuttered instantly, feeling like you sounded just as stupid as your words did. But then Mark smiled that number one smile you loved. The one you only got to see on the screen of your computer or T.V. You almost died when he asked you for your phone number.

           “I’ll see you around then, alright?” The air around him seemed to be more confidant when he left. You couldn’t help but giggle at how a man like Mark, who could stand in front of thousands of screaming fans and not be fazed, could be just as nervous as any guy when asking someone out.

           By the time you got back out to the main floor, they were all gone. For the next couple of days at work, it still felt like a dream to you. Life went on like it had before. About two days after the mesmerizing meeting, you were coming to the end of your shift when you saw a with a man with a hood over his head standing just a few feet away from you as you locked up.

           “Did you need any help sir?” The waitress in you spoke before you could think. The man flipped his hood down, earning a small gasp of shock from you. All fans dream of their favorite idols walking in to their lives as if it were some sort of fairy tale, for you though, it wasn’t. It was a reality as it was Mark that stood before you. He gave you that stunning smile that you loved so much.

           “I wanted to apologize again for the other night.” He told you more confidently than the other day.

           “It’s alright, you’re still my favorite.” You smiled brilliantly. These past two days you wondered if he really was going to come back, but you made up your mind that if he did, you were going to let him know how your heart felt.

           “Are you still up for that movie?” He smiled back as he held out his hand for you to take.

(I told you, her specialty is length!! very wow much long)

Cafe workers (SMUT)

Anon:Whens the next smut?

Anon:MORE DAN SMUT! plz ❤️

Anon: will there be any more smut?

Anon: plleasssse do more smut! I luv you fanfic’s!

(WARNING: terribly written smut)

Working at a cafe wasn’t always the most joyful job. Dealing with angry customers, people who can’t decide what they want and all the complaints about ingredients in cakes and coffees. However today I was excited.. Why? Well I happen to work with possibly the most gorgeous girl on earth. Usually it would be her and I along with 2 or 3 other employees but today it was only her and I.

Thankfully it was a rather quiet day, not too many customers meaning more time with y/n. I can’t help but watch as she talks to the occasional customer, her beautiful smile stretching across her flawless face.

“You look beautiful” I whisper to her as she steams the milk, making a red blush cover her cheeks. No we weren’t together… I can only wish, but we do flirt and I compliment her every day hoping it will turn into something more.

“Thank-you” she replies shyly.

Eventually closing time comes around, finally allowing me to flip the sign to ‘closed’ and lock all the doors. Y/n walks around with a cloth, wiping down all the tables and chairs, swinging along to the music that plays softly in the background. The friendly vibe she gives off always brings a smile to my face.

“What are you smiling about?” She questions with that perfect smile.

“Nothing, just admiring the pretty dancer” I reply, causing her to giggle.

“And where is she? I can’t see anyone”

“She’s currently cleaning tables” I wink before walking behind the counter and doing the end of day money count.

Y/n stacks all the chair before walking away and into the small supply room. I finish the money count, bag it all up and pack it away, then he’d ding into the supply room also.

I walk in, the door closing behind me as I find y/n with her back turned to me, reaching up and sorting one of the shelves. I walk up behind her, placing something on the shelf, my body towering over hers.

Our bodies are so close, allowing me to breath in her alluring scent. I begin to argue with myself, should I ask her out? Should I kiss her? After a few moments I can’t take it anymore. With her back turned to me, the glowing skin of her neck is revealed.

Slowly I lean in, finally placing my lips on her soft skin. Goosebumps instantly cover her body and she inhales deeply, slowly turning to face me.

“Dan.. What are you-” she begins, but I cut her off by placing my lips on her own. She quickly began to kiss back, and I can’t explain the feeling that took over me. I had never been more happy.

We pulled apart for a breath, keeping our foreheads together as we both smiled like Cheshire cats. Our lips connected again and the kiss deepened. A ran my tongue along her bottom lip, begging for entrance which she quickly granted. My arms wrapped around her waist, my hands moving slowly down, taking hold of her thighs and lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around my body.

I sat her on the bench behind her, standing closely between her legs. My lips tingled as the kiss intensified and our hands began to wonder around each others bodies.

“God your so beautiful” I mumble as I move my lips down to her neck, sucking gently on the skin and leaving my mark. She moans softly in return, the sound sending a shoot of pleasure through my body. I had always dreamed of hearing that sound, but nothing could even compare to the real thing.

I shuffled closer, my crutch pressing against her own and allowing her to feel how turned on I was. Her hips jolted forward in return, bringing more pressure and making me moan into her ear.

My hands slipped up under her work top, gripping onto her soft skin. I began to grind against her and soon enough we were both breathless, moaning messes.

I reached my hand down, pushing her work skirt up her legs further and hovering my hand over her heat.

“Can I?” I mumble between rough yet loving kisses

“Please. Yes” y/n replies breathlessly

I cup her clothed heat in my hand, adding pressure onto her clit with my thumb.

“Oh my god” y/n purrs as she tangles her fingers into my hair.
I slide her panties across, running my fingers up her wet slit before thrusting a finger into her. She gasps and bites softly onto my shoulder.

“Does that feel good baby?” I ask her as I continue pumping my finger in and out of her.

“God yes” she answers.

Y/n releases my hair and begins to undo my black skinny jeans, popping the button and slowly pulling down the zip. My jeans slide lower on my thighs to reveal my tenting boxer briefs. Gently, y/n begins to massage my cock over the thin material, my hips thrusting forward into her grasp.

My breathing becomes jagged as y/n pulls my cock out of the confinement and starts pumping it and massaging the head with her thumb.

I remove my finger from her core, bringing the finger to my lips and tasting her wetness.

“Mm” I moan at the taste. I connect my lips to hers once again, allowing her to taste herself before my lips return to her neck once again.

I move my hand down, taking hold of my cock when she lets go and lining myself up to her core.

“Do you want this y/n?” I ask, needing to get her consent before going further

“Yes Dan” she says quietly while looking into my dark eyes.

I kiss her deeply as I slowly thrust into her, giving her a moment that adjust before I begin thrusting.

“Shit… So tight” I breath out.

Nothing has ever felt this good. Y/n’s fingers dig into the back of my shoulders as I move faster and go deeper. All that can be heard is our heaving breathing and moans. Y/n’s name mixed with multiple curse words leaving my lips as she begins pulsing around my cock.
I begin rubbing circles to clit, bringing her closer to the edge.

“Shi- Dan… I’m gonna”

“Let go baby” I encourage, and almost instantly her wetness tighten around me as her orgasm washes over. I thrust a few more times before I cum, almost collapsing onto her.

The room goes quiet as we catch our breaths, our slightly sweaty bodies still pressed together.

“So uh… Will you go on a date with me?” I question, making y/n giggle and lightly slap my chest.

“Of course you idiot” she answers, once again bringing a smile to my face.

We both fix our clothing before I pull her into a tight embrace, kissing her softly once more.

“Oh shit” y/n says, pointing up at something. I follow the direction of her finger to find the security camera in the corner of the room.

“Oh… Well security will definitely be entertained” I say, making her laugh.

That night we both left holding hands and sharing a goodnight kiss, then spending the whole weekend together cuddling, kissing and going out on dates. Needless to say, I officially have the most perfect girl ever.

table of het married people behind me at the cafe, one woman working out her marriage misery with another couple. her husband’s unavailable so she’s taken on the burden of doing all the work around the house; then i hear that he’s a cop, and “being a cop is the only job he’s ever liked doing. he’s the boss, he gets to say yes or no.” the couple is genuinely fielding the problem trying to figure out the puzzle but what they should be saying is that her husband is in a love affair with power and it doesn’t look like he’ll return anytime soon. the tables at timeless are close together so the kids are squeezing in between mine and theirs. one kid newly walking puts her hand on my leg until she hoists herself through the passage and it’s normal, i don’t even look up.

questions for the signs

aries - do you ever get tired of burning everything down?

taurus - how does it feel to carry the people looking for something steady?

gemini - when are you going to stop lying to yourself?

cancer - when the world stops, will you?

leo - why does it turn you on when you don’t get your way?

virgo - do you know where the root is?

libra - are you ever going to get your shit together?

scorpio - when is the last time you really looked in the mirror?

sagittarius - have you finished your doomsday kit?

capricorn - are you really sure you won’t fall?

aquarius - who do you think you are?

pisces - will you figure out how to make it stop?


what’s the new job!

i’ll be a runner/server for the wine bar at this french cafe!! it sounds very convoluted but im HYPE bc im in love with the manager and like 3 people who work there so……………..plus the starting wage is like $9.50/hour plus tips which is. so much more than i currently make lmao