#coffee and convo's
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Sergeant Hank Voight x deaf!fem!reader
Summary: Hank Voight finally talks to the woman he always sees in the cafe, only to discover something: she's deaf.
Wordcount: 822
Warnings: None
masterlist // one chicago masterlist //
For his morning coffee, Hank Voight is now depending on a cafe nearby. His own coffee machine broke down on him, so he is paying an unfortunate amount of money at this cafe, however it’s worth it, since his own coffee never tastes as good.
But every day he arrives here, he sees a woman reading a book in the corner of the cafe. Almost each time it’s a different book. Her eyes move from line to line, cover page to page. He’s intrigued by her, because every day she looks up, meets his eyes and smiles at him. It’s just a smile, sometimes a wave. But she stays put every day. Not once standing up, making her way over to him.
He wonders why, but then he realizes: he never makes his way over to her.
So, after he got his coffee, he decides to go for it. He walks up to her table and sits across from her. She looks up and smiles again.
‘Hey,’ he says.
She shyly waves.
‘How are you?’
She frowns, before she shakes her head, pointing her finger to her ear.
It’s now Hank’s turn to frown. ‘Wait,’ he says, when realization hits in.
She holds up her hand, non verbally telling him to wait, as she looks through her bag, grabbing a notebook and a pen.
I’m deaf she writes.
It explains the smiles and waves, but never the conversation. He is quick to grab the pen and writes down: I don’t know sign language
She shrugs. That’s okay. Not a lot of people do. Besides, we can communicate perfectly fine like this.
Hank has to admit, it’s kinda nice to communicate like this. It’s different, but everything about this is different. He normally doesn’t approach a woman, let alone in a cafe.
So, why does CPD get his coffee here? Is it true that the coffee there is that terrible?
Hank smirks. It’s awful and my coffee machine broke, so this has got to do it. How’d you know I was CPD?
She rolls her eyes. I’m deaf, not blind. I saw your badge.
The two of them have a long conversation by paper, until he realizes he has to go now if he wants to make it in time for work. I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go. Duty calls.
She nods.
He scribbles down his number and writes: I’ll talk to you later
She smiles and he stands up from the table. He hears quick footsteps behind him and then a hand grabbing his. He turns around to see it’s her. She pushes a piece of paper in his hands, which has her name and number written down on it and an extra note: Thank you for being cool about this, Hank. I truly appreciate it.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
Spending time with her was time well spend. She’s funny and has a very cute giggle she lets out whenever she thinks something’s funny, even when you’re supposed to be quiet. It’s adorable to see she doesn’t know she makes a sound.
The two of them get along just fine, but he had been doing something secretly, because he wanted to surprise her.
It’s morning again and she’s already sitting at her spot. Their spot. She had ordered a coffee for him already and was once again with her nose in the books. When he sits in front of her, she looks up and smiles widely.
Good morning, sweetheart he signs. You slept well?
Her eyes blink, almost like she’s confused and must think she’s hallucinating. I did she signs back. Thanks. How about you?
I slept wonderfully.
She smiles, so wonderfully and beautifully. You learned sign language?
He nods. I did.
For me?
A smile creeps on his face. For you.
She places her hands in front of her lips, a squeal coming from behind them, while her eyes fill with tears. She shakes her head in slight disbelief, before she stands up, making her way over to his side of the table. She wraps her arms around his shoulders.
When she pulls back, she gives him a kiss on his cheek. He grabs the seat next to him and tells her to sit next to him. Her hands are moving so fast as she signs. He might be pretty good, but he is not that good.
Slow down, please he tells her.
She smiles apologetically. Sorry, but I’m just so happy. No one has ever done this for me before.
Hank doesn’t know what to say, but she knows exactly what to say.
Can I kiss you?
He doesn’t need sign language to tell her the answer to that. He leans down to her, giving her a kiss on her forehead, but it’s her who holds his face and kisses his lips.
When she lets go, she smiles.
I like you she tells him.
He nods with a smile. I like you more.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱
Chicago PD taglist: @acdassenza // @wanniiieeee
#chicago pd#chicago pd fanfiction#chicago pd drabble#hank voight#hank voight drabble#hank voight fluff#hank voight fanfiction#hank voight x reader#hank voight x female reader#hank voight x deaf!reader#coffee and convo's
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#ethan winters#leon kennedy#lethan#resident evil#resident evil village#resident evil fanart#rebhfun#roomate au#based on a convo i had with my friend coffee#ty coffee 🙏#what if ethan suffers from the same side effects eveline did...#like throwing up mold and stuff#and like has heart aches and stuff or kinda like a phantom pain of his heart since miranda ripped it out...#his body is crumbling apart...
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When Tim first started seeing the harsh lines that form the boxes that now followed him around daily, he thought he was going crazy. They weren’t the first thing to make him think that of course, if they were the only sign he’d just think he needed to see an optometrist. No, the first thing to make him question his sanity was his conviction that Bruce was alive despite the literal corpse they had buried, just because of one painting that kinda looked like him.
The second sign was when he realized none of this was real. That one he had pushed hard against. Obviously the world was real, he was real, how else could he even be questioning his existence. He’s pretty sure that’s what Descartes was going on about (that’s the guy that said I think therefore I am, right? Tim wasn’t so sure. Philosophy wasn’t his thing).
This revelation had worried him so much he almost gave up his search for Bruce, and he had even been looking into antipsychotics when Ra’s ninjas found him in Paris. He didn’t tell them he thought their entire universe was fake of course, it wouldn’t do for Ra’s to know he was losing it, but he did lay out his evidence for Bruce being alive and lost in time, and they seemed convinced enough that it was possible, so he kept going. At least now he knew he wasn’t completely out of touch with reality. Probably. He didn’t think there was a reason Ra’s would have his people help Tim search for evidence that was all in his head but you never know with Ra’s.
The boxes had started appearing sometime between when Tim first encountered the ninjas and when he finally accepted their help. They were thin, practically non existent lines hovering in the air in seemingly random places. Sometimes they were big and distant, even going so far as looking like a strange line in the sky. Sometimes they were so close to him, they looked like someone was putting a frame around his face, or the person he was talking to’s.
He knew, instinctively that they were the reality of his fake world. The boxes he saw were the way people outside his reality saw what was happening. How they made it happen? He definitely didn’t have enough brain space to process that without actually going crazy. But he knew he wasn’t real, no one and nothing he knew was real. They were characters, playing their parts in the narrative.
Or he was going crazy.
But when he stumbled to his feet in that desert, blood pouring out of the hole in his abdomen where he had been stabbed through just a moment ago, surrounded by the corpses of the assassins he had befriended, Pru desperately trying to suck in air around the blood pour down her throat, he really didn’t care if he was crazy or not. They were hours out from the city at this point, and he had no clue where any nearer settlements were, let alone how to get to them without setting off any of the explosives buried in the sands. There was no hope of getting to the medical care they needed. Unless Tim wasn’t crazy, and he was actually seeing their hotel room, just a few short feet away though one of the boxes.
The decision to try to step through the box was easy. After some rudimentary first aid to slow the blood flow from both of their injuries, Tim pulled Pru up, looped her arm over his neck and dragged them both through the there-not there box.
What he saw as he traveled between boxes, between panels, was something he couldn’t describe properly if he tried. The closest he could get would be it was live stepping into a perfectly white room, no shadows anywhere, no way to tell where the floor became the wall. Except that one side of the room was full of windows that each showed snapshots of his life. He could see, just above his head, close enough he could reach into it if he tried, the moment that Widower had stabbed him. The words the widower had said in that moment floated there in neat little bubbles.
The other side of the room though, hurt to look at. Attempting to even look at it long enough to describe was like looking at the sun, except it was his brain that was overwhelmed rather than the photoreceptors of his eyes. He knew though, that that was where reality lay, and that trying to go over there would almost certainly destroy him.
Tim didn’t stop to stare at any of this though. His goal was to get Pru and himself into their hotel room and get help. In just a few short strides he was there. The angle this panel was at wasn’t nearly as convenient to step through as the first, as it was a downward shot of the room that left him with no choice but to basically jump down from the ceiling. He managed the jump without breaking a leg or dropping Pru though, and they both fell back onto the bed. He heard the door open and someone exclaim at the sight of them just before he passed out from blood loss.
#Tim Drake#red robin (2009)#fanfic#my fanfic#meta Tim Drake#fourth wall break#kinda?#inspired by a convo in the Capes and Coffee discord and last weeks prompt for What Do They Eat
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I think the true purpose in life always comes back around to connecting with the land you're on, growing your own food & taking care of yourself, and creating your own symbiotic ecosystem with the world around you. And also mushrooms.
#just thinking about my homestead again#and how i asked my coworker about mushroom coffee and the convo immediately turned into “mushrooms are gods”#but lbr fuck a job and a career i want land and a little cottage and multitudes of gardens
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Coffee isn't a drink. It's a weapon.
~ Tim Drake 2023
@sardonic-sprite
#tim drake#red robin#robin dc#coffee#coffee lover tim drake#dc#batfam#batfamily#quotidian convos#werds by me#but coffee by sprite
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coffee talk head cannons and scenarios
headcannons:
● hyde likes being held (and is the little spoon), gala is quite aware of this and hyde will kill him if he tells anyone.
● the barista has a crush on freya (because I have a crush on freya) and that's why ⚠️SPOILER⚠️ they kept slipping around her.
● gala likes having his hair played with.
scenarios:
● gala has had panic attacks before and one day the lights go out at coffee talk while lucas is there and he has a panic attack and gala helps him through it.
● ⚠️SPOILERS⚠️ the barista got really sad after freya told them about the writers residency and misses her lot after she leaves and everyone notices the shift in their mood.
● OR the barista got really sad after freya told them about the writers residency and freya comes back after she leaves coffee talk because she forgot something, realizes that they're upset and ask them whats wrong, they tell her that they're sad because they're gonna miss her and it starts an argument between them, and either they A. make up before she leaves or B. don't get a chance to apologize to each other before she leaves, they don't talk for months after she leaves and they eventually call each other and apologize.
● hyde gets drunk one night and the next day he thinks he's hungover and it turns out that he's actually sick and gala takes care of him and takes him to coffee talk this happens
barista: one green tea with ginger and honey for the vampire with an upset tummy
hyde: okay, NEVER refer to me and say the word "tummy" in the same sentence ever again.
●gala accidentally hurts hyde when he's in fury and its not like a major injury or anything but when he calms down he freaks out and hyde assures him that he's okay and that he's more worried about gala than he is himself and gala still apologizes a million times about it.
●⚠️SPOILERS⚠️ in the version with the "normal endings" (aka what happens when you get every single drink wrong) the barista ends up taking a break because they feel like a screw up, and they're tired of feeling like that, and they're tired of missing everyone. (the tired of missing people part totally isn't because i lowkey feel that way (sarcastic))
●the barista rants to Hyde about how they don’t want to confess to freya because they if she rejects them or even if they do start dating then break up they don’t Wanna make make things awkward because they love freya and they love spending time with her but it turns out that freya had come in coffee talk during this conversation and the barista didn’t notice and assures them that she wouldn’t let that happen and that she does feel the same way.
That’s all for now I’ll probably think of more later
#coffee talk#galahyde#i love coffee talk so much#Hyde hates words like “tummy”#The word “belly” is the same it might actually be worse#it makes him cringe#Freya fatima is the love of my life#As much as I hate the normal endings I do like that we got that convo with Rachel and Lucas about what happened at that house he was in#I feel bad that I couldn’t think of any for myrtle and aqua#Hyde is the little spoon and you cannot convince me otherwise#Hyde probably also kind of becomes a big baby when he’s sick#I miss freya#I need more people to play coffee talk
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Cafe sketches entry
#the owners of this cafe are soooo lovely#they asked about my art yesterday and it was such a nice convo :)#sketch#illustration#my art#coffee
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❝ we’re both people who have had to cut our own way through the world. ❞
"don't get too excited. it's cardboard." referring to the mug that she had placed in the draw of his cell, a mug that was filled with decent coffee. yes, that had been something she corrected about the farm the moment she knew that she could. would he drink it? well, she didn't particularly care either way... she was just extending a level of politeness because annoyingly ; she was actually getting something out of their conversations. until that stopped, she could play nice. "when does the cutting stop? is it even supposed to?" because it hadn't. had it? and she wasn't just referring to the world but certain people in it. @lcvenderhcze
#betty ; convo#betty ; finn#tw: mental health#everyone's driving themselves crazy#and then there's these two#sat having a friendly chat over coffee :L#imagine edgar's face if he walked in on this right now :L :L
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Sometimes i try to sneak out of bed while my husband is still sleep because it never fails, i get up and he wakes up and follows me all over the goddamn house.
#its sweet but also go awayyyyyyy#im trying to have my quiet morning with my coffee in the backyard#he’s just so LOUD#like he wanna play videos aloud and immediately start convo#and im like ‘dont talk to meeeeeee i just woke upppppp’#i am not a morning person#KCH
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showing my dad good omens 2 and during the scene where maggie bursts into tears and tells aziraphale that shes in love with nina but thinks nina hates her, my dad went “oh no :(” and I was like “what?” and he said “well, doesn’t aziraphale have a thing for maggie?” and I. you guys I couldn’t help myself. I guffawed
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens 2 spoilers#(I guess?)#I love my dad but my Fucking god he’s the most obtusely heterosexual person I know lmfaooooo#like I know it’s been awhile since he watched season 1 but HOW did az and crowley’s chemistry#completely fly over his head????#and like I’m sorry but how did he watch any of their preceding s2 scenes without picking up on the mega gay vibes???#like. crowley knowing all of az’s moods well enough to discern his tone from a phone call#the coffee shop convo about the naked man etc#all their little looks and smiles#THE NEBULA SCENE WHERE AZ THINKS CROWLEY CALLED HIM GORGEOUS?????#(or was it beautiful? can’t remember but u get it.)#their lack of personal space#I could go on#like if one of them was a woman my dad would’ve picked up on it so fast! he loves rom coms!#anyways it was so funny I almost spoiled the whole season out of indignation#like how can you watch aziraphale and think that man is straight I’m sorry but that’s so fucking funny
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I do think it's crazy that when I try to talk to people about how Aboriginal peoples make up less than 4% of Australia's population but make up 20% of unlawful deaths in police custody, people will be like, "but white people die in prison too!" it's like... so your big argument that the "justice" system isn't racist boils down to, "well, actually, loads of people are murdered by the system!" and you're somehow fine with that because, why? Black people are the most likely to die? You're willing to tolerate a system facilitates unchecked institutionalised torture and murder of anyone, including yourself, because you hate Black people that much? We need landback and abolition NOW.
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just bros chatting about bro stuff
#my art#J. Jones#Jonathon Ohnn#the spot#ummmm#my oc#spiderverse oc#these two are coffee breath science nerds nd ohnn leads the convo usually jones just.. likes.. to listen.. :3#Alchemax#idfk what ti tag this#my art of dr ohnn will steadily improve after this i promise. i drew him from memory in this one ♥#j jones
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yes girl don’t touch ur wip in six months then write five thousand words of it in two hours you’re so normal about your interests
#😀😀😀😀😀😀😀#im in my mate’s coffee shop and she’s not working#BUT the barista still started a whole convo with me and I was like ‘omg he knows who I am’ which??? ofc he does I’m here all the time??#but it was just sweet bc I thought he only made an effort bc of my friend but she’s not even here and he chatted so much#that he came over to my table to finish the convo lol#people are so fun i hope he knows I’m not doing uni work like I said I was#nah mate I’ve just written FIVE THOUSAND entire words of fanfiction#do u think I’m not#taob updates
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SOMEOME FINALLY GOT MY USERNAME REFERENCE
#i forgot to screenshot the first half of this interaction but they asked me what my opinions on coffee and chicken were#(for context in the video this references before jerma latches on to coffee cheetos chicken he says coffee cheezits chicken-thats my un)#my post#tf2#this server was actually pretty toxic before this convo... the power of ster and jerma unites us all
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For those who haven't seen it before... Ango in all of his glory
#muse: sakaguchi ango.#I'm forever amused by him not only having to deal w Dazai but ALSO Ayatsuji. Competing for world's most overworked man and winning#Yk I'm laughing at him as if I don't hold entire coherent convos while I'm asleep too but ngl he wins... imagine multitasking like that#One day coffee won't work on him At All anymore tho and that's going to be the most loom doom and gloom day ever for him
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To fully embrace my Tim-ness, I decided to start training my digestive system that reacts poorly to coffee to get stronger and be able to keep the coffee inside
I will no longer hide from the coffee.
I will conquer it.
Devour it.
This battle started when i drank 11 shots of coffee in two hours during my early teens.
And it will end with me victorious, drinking coffee three times a day in my late teens.
And I will start
With
Tea
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