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(A/N: once again... a coffee shop au... Featuring Meulin and Jake!) It was fair to say that you enjoyed your job as a barista. The pay was good, your coworkers cheerful and you were always surrounded by the smells of coffee, hot chocolate and pastries. Also the cafe itself was a very cozy place filled with plants of all sorts that you and your coworkers, Meulin and Jake, constantly had to change every day. You worked the afternoon shift, because you had worked the morning shift once and went home crying, so you just always told the manager that you were available in the afternoons, so there you were, at the least busy part of the day. And y

Of all the days you had to sprain your ankle, it had to be on Friday. You had been eagerly speed-walking down the hall to the stairs, everyone going in the opposite direction. You knew about a less-used set of stairs that barely anyone went down at the end of the day. You squeezed past the last person and went through the door that led to the top of the stairwell. You raced down the steps, eager to begin your weekend. You were going to read all those books you checked out from the library, play video games, catch up on your favorite show, it was gonna be gre-! In your rush, you placed your foot half-on, half-off a step. Your foot slid off d

THIS IS PART OF A 7 PART STORY VIEW DESCRIPTION FOR LINKS -Skip Thursday- Like you and Kankri scheduled, you were at Café du Monde. You waited by the door for Kankri to show up, he was a bit late. Another employee walked by giving you a strange and slightly sad look, as if you were stood up and waiting for a date. “Trigger warnings: #Late, #Ap9l9gies, #Guest, #Tr9lls, #Assume, and #Relati9ns S9rry t9 6e late (Y/n), I was visited unexpectedly 6y P9rrim, I assume y9u kn9w her.” Spoke Kankri calmly, I nodded. “She’s qui7e nice.” You smiled. You and Kankri seated yourselves at a booth far in the corner, mostly

THIS IS PART OF A 7 PART STORY VIEW DESCRIPTION FOR LINKS -month later- “Okay but really, he doesn’7 even look like a fish! Wha7 kind of guy who ac7s like a fish doesn’7 dress as one? You know poke--” The doorbell interrupted you as you were complaining about a guy who just said ‘he liked to act like a fish’ to Jane. You got up and opened the door to get a male thrown at you like a toy. “guess wh4t? h3's yours you slut. h3 won’t stop t4lk1ng 4bout you.” Wait what was her name again? La… Oh well. “Wha7?” “h3 won’t stop t4lk1ng 4bout you, 1 th1nk you both shou

(A/N: I decided to take little breaks between Metamorphosis stories I still have half of Gamzee's, also Sollux, Tavros and Karkat to write out. Hope y'all don't mind) The sun was setting outside, turning your apartment a pretty fiery orange as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. It was peaceful. It was cozy. It was finally time to relax. It was Friday afternoon, classes were done, you didn't have work and it felt wonderful. You breathed a sigh of relief as you heaved your heavy book bag down next to your desk and leaned back. An entire weekend of nothing to do. This was gonna be EPIC! EXTREME! OUTRAGEOUSLY AWESOME! You were probably

You say love is messed up You say that it don't work You had your fair share of relationships. Which meant you had your fair share of drama. Of lies and betrayal. Of not knowing what to do or who to blame. How could something be so sweet and fulfilling, but at the same time utterly destroy you in every single way? He had been there. He had been your friend through it all. From the very first kiss with your very first love, to the last of your shed tears because your heart had been broken once more. He lost count of the number of times you opened up and trusted only for it to blow up in your face. Being cheated on, being betrayed, or them ju

Fire.... Fire everywhere you swear you're burning up and you need to get out of here. "(cat pun name)" a voice says You keep on shaking and trying to get out of your covers "(cat pun name) wake up!" the voice says again the covers are ripped from your field of vision You're staring into the eyes of Meulin, sweat  dripped from the side of your head. "Meulin...." you say Meulin puts her hand on your forehead "mew're purrning up, let meow get mew an aspurrin." Meulin say Meulin leaves the bead and heads off to the hallway You look around and see that this place is entirely different from your apartment, and yet there are pictures of y

After all this time in high school, it was time to make your debut as the high school cool kid and why shouldn't you? You are the protagonist of the anime of life. There's only one song that should play as your anthem for your debut. You pick up your cellphone and plug in your earphones and play your anthem: ride on a shooting star by the pillows. You get on your red bike and you pedal off to school, nay strike that you cruise to school like this pimp you are. "Hey who's that (guy/girl)?" A troll student inquired "I don't know, but whoever (he/she) is (he/she)'s so cool." A human student retorts. You rode off to the bike racks and dismou

------------------------------ It has been almost three weeks since Porrim moved into a new apartment with her friend Latula. They both went to the same college so getting a place together close to the campus seemed like a good idea. And overall it was working out very well. Latula wasn't a slob, didn't have a problem sharing the chores, and was always on time with her half of the rent. The only thing Porrim would think of to complain about was when she brought Mituna, her boyfriend, over. And it wasn't because Porrim disliked him, goodness no. She was actually pretty fond of the scatterbrained young man. It's just that the two were very...

Meenah Peixes | Reader Warm embraces, warm touches, warm kisses. A green hill, dotted with yellow roses, sitting alone in the middle of a wide valley. A red and white checked blanket, lying creased on the top of the hill. A red sun cut in half by the straight horizon, sorrounded by pink and orange fluffy clouds. A pair of black figures, calmly sitting on the blanket, enjoying the gorgeous view with each other, shoulder against shoulder. A pair of matching grins etched onto both of the females’ childish looking faces; four eyes lazily centered onto the sight in front of them, and two hands gently grasping each other. The love t

Crossing field blared in your earphones as you sang along, the true Japanese version and not Amanda's bold and heroic cover. This was all Lisa. "I want to always be with you, I'll give you everything I have."You sang as you made your way to school not noticing the stares and chuckles from the human and troll students. You air guitar along with the solo as Lisa sang that rising melody and you sang along Not noticing Aranea Serket walking I'm front of you. "Eek!" She cries as you crash into her "Ack!" You cry out as your world is filled with the prettiest cerulean blue eyes in the world. "Oh..." You say as you marvel at the pretty girl in

Die is always been a reserved and suspicious man. Rarely, he could trust people, even if you were a felt member. He acted like a mysterious creep all the time. For not mention that odd obsession with chickens. What a weird guy! She was one of the people with whom he could communicate and she tolerated him. He acted as he always did: as a weirdo, so silence and asocial, maybe a little less with her. She could understand him, someway. The girl was odd too sometimes. She thought that his creepy inclination was adorable and cute. Die believed this was stupid. He was not cute! Not at all. She liked mysteries and obscure stuff. He was scared about

THIS IS PART OF A 7 PART STORY VIEW DESCRIPTION FOR LINKS -The next day- You had a lot of fun with Jake, he had you both go on so many exciting rides. Right now you are at the park. You were going to just hang there but the human teens suggested otherwise. The human teenagers were throwing water balloons at everyone and you were unlucky enough to have a few water balloons stuck on your horns. You tried getting it off but it just yanked on your horn for dear mercy. You groan at the stupid balloon. “8= D< Highblood would you like me to help you?” Spoke who you’re pretty sure is Horuss or Equius, their voices are pretty close.

~Secret Santa~ "Gratitude is the inward feeling of kindness received. Thankfulness is the natural impulse to express that feeling."           Taking a small breath, your fingers slowly unwrapped the light purple paper to reveal a long knitted scarf in your favourite colours. A silent gasp escaped your lips as you took the beautiful accessory into your hands and admired the careful work on it. The nuances were pleasantly blending in beautiful patterns and on each side, you observed the little shapes of black cats.           The material was so soft and it slightly smelled of lavender. Without much thinking, you threw the scarf around your

You nearly fell as you ran into the hotdog vender. You dodged the hotdog with ketchup and relish as condiments that was about to fall on your shirt. "Sorry, I got to go!" You continued running and you soon came up to the fancy seafood restaurant, Mal's Palace. The reason you ran was because your kid set you up on a date. You ran up to the greeter or whatever he was called and wheezed out. "I'm here for a reservation, he should be holding a yellow flower." "Oh yes, table eight." He looked up from the list. "Allow me to show you your table." You were led to the table on the left of the room and found yourself looking at a troll with odd hor

Humans! The intelligent, loveable pet for trolls! These mammals come in each shape and a number of colors, each one is more different from the last with their personalities and temperaments! Fun for every troll and any troll, need to grab a gift for your grub but also a nanny? Humans can satisfy many needs you or flushed ones have. Need to spice up a quadrant? Relax and treat yourself, or maybe just looking for the trustworthy companion to talk and confide in. Buy a human today and experience all you can with your new pet! That's what was playing when the older violet blood stepped into the streets of the royal city. These new finds were al

The asset you're going after is a dead eye worthy of her salt, rumor has it she's been trained in the art of sniping since birth by an eccentric grandfather. Not too much is know about her other than that with her skills she could easily help turn the tides of this revenge. However her sniping skills aren't also what we're after, she also seems to be carrying a file on her that contains coordinates to a cache of plutonium. We've got to intercept that before the enemy does." "Do you understand that (Code name)?" Ocelot asks "Yes I understand" you reply "She goes by the code name Deadeye Dog." Ocelot continues "Be careful, she's a force to

                                                                                   Distractions You were deep in your silent slumber, dreaming about a world of science. You were riding a flying hoverboard and grazing a stream of blue energy behind you, leaving a trace of your presence in the skies. You were writing in a journel, reporting the review and performance of the Ionic Charger combined with an Everglade style Glyder. You fell and was pretty sure of the fact you got knocked out cold for a long while, long enough that you were confused to the feeling of a tongue in your mouth. Soon you opened your eyes and came face to face to your m