… actually, it was over a few hours ago, but i was busy! so, how far did you all get?
The Coffee Saga: Part 17
wha-!? WOW! you guys got asriel into pretty much all of the coffee goals. i am utterly speechless. this is AMAZING. in this last stretch, an extremely generous coffee crusader even pushed through a few more goals! huge, huge thanks to you. let’s see what those goals are.
650 coffees: chara and asriel show frisk how cooking is done
675 coffees: chara, asriel, and frisk SOLVE WORLD HUNGER
699 coffees: 35 year old frisk marrying 36 year old chara – asriel is there
729 coffees: chara makes lasagne for asriel – wearing the infamous naked apron
asriel was already in the 650 goal, but now he’s being added to the following three as well! you’re just 19 coffees until the next goal, too.
750 coffees: asriel showing off his “chaos saber” to chara NSFW!
… which, as it would happen, is also relevant to asriel!
i really don’t have the words to express our gratitude. we’ll keep working as hard as we can for all of you!! thank you so much! this huge amount of coffee art will take time to complete between the comic pages, but we will work diligently as always. on that note, the first completed coffee art featuring asriel goes up later today!
asriel coffee drive: the results
you all accomplished a LOT. here’s a list of all the goals that were hit, all of which will include asriel thanks to your overwhelming generosity and support!
It seems like
“stories” are definitely still a ~thing~ this season. Hunters
told Dean that stories are told about him in the hunting circles. And
a demon told Sam that stories would be told about her if she killed
Bur really… what kind of stories are
told about them?
mean, they’ve died a billion times. But
do the hunters know how bad it got last year? Do they know it got so
bad that Earth, Heaven, and Hell all teamed up in order to take down
the Darkness? Do they know that the All-Realm Teamup failed, and then
Dean Winchester succeeded?
heard they keep demons chained up in their basement.
I heard the older one is canoodling with an angel.
You sure? The way I heard, it’s the King of Hell he’s banging.
you know that the younger brother was possessed by Lucifer for, like, six years?
heard they blew up an entire apartment building just to piss off one vampire. Not even to kill him - just to make ‘im angry.
I heard that the older one turns into the Hulk until his brother
gives him pie.
I find Apollo in the sharp glare of sunlight against the road after a rainstorm. I find him in the warmth against my face. He’s the feeling you get before you pull the final card in a tarot reading. He’s in my tears as I listen to a song that stirs emotions in me that I’ve forgotten how to feel.
I find Aphrodite in the sun setting into the ocean. She’s the lust filled laugh of a lover, their soft and rough touches. She’s in the cry of ecstasy as my pleasure mounts and releases. I find her in rose petals wet with morning dew. She is the warm wind in my hair as i drive with the window down.
I find Freyja in the fallen snow after a winter storm. I see her in the way a lover looks at me after we’ve made love. She is the drive to succeed, the war cry that echoes into the night. She is the sun rising over the mountain and the falcon screeching it’s glory to the world. I find her in books on magic, her hand slowly guiding me through the pages.
I find Hera in the blue sky after the storm clouds have departed. She is the white clouds glowing imperiously in the sun - tall, demanding, omniscient. I feel her the way my mother talks to me, the pride on her face when I succeed. She’s the excitement I feel when I think of my future. I feel her in the rain, am touched by presence in a cold wind. She’s the feeling of my destiny, weighing heavily upon me like a golden crown.
I find Hades in the shadows of a cold winter night. He’s the baying of dogs when I cannot see them. I feel him in my cup of coffee in the morning before work. He’s the soft smile I give to those I truly care about. I feel him when I talk about my ancestors - he’s standing there with their ghosts. He’s in the shadows of a room, watching, protecting. He’s the desire to protect what is mine.
I find Zeus in the sudden summer thunderstorms. He is the crash of lightning in a dark sky. I feel him in the long talks sigh my father. I hear his words of duty and honor, triumph and glory. He’s the fear that keeps me going, keeps me pushing, yet he’s in the feeling that I know I’ll be safe. I’ll succeed no matter what.
The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, New York, January 16, 1924 and April 21, 1924
You - dirty - fish - peddling - bums
leave - this - innocent - girl - alone - and - get - the - right - ones - which - is -nobody - else - but - us -
also - ask - Bohaks (sp) - manager - did - I - ruin - his - cash - register - also - will - visit - him - again - as - I - broke - a - pefectly (sp)- good - automatic - on - it
we - defy - you - fellows - to - catch - us
the bobbed - haired bandit and companion
20-years-old and pregnant, Celia Cooney (nee Roth, aliases Cecile Cherisa and Celia Sheehan, born on the east side in 1904), the Brooklyn Bobbed-Haired Bandit, and her husband Edward, 25, pulled off roughly a dozen successful robberies in early 1924, between January and their arrest on April 21st. The couple used the same method invariably, with Celia, usually sporting a sealskin coat over a beaded dress, coming in first and asking a question of the shop keeper, and Edward coming in shortly after with
a gun drawn in each hand. Victims of the pair claimed the woman was calm and collected while she pointed her baby automatic at them and told them to “stick ‘em up.” The couple would then rifle through the cash register and leave, taking only cash. Edward would borrow various vehicles from his work for getaway cars. Over 150 officers were called in to work the case, while the Mayor claimed that there was no such thing as a “bobbed haired bandit” - she was a figment of the media’s imagination. In March one of their drugstore robberies took place while a policeman’s ball was in full swing right across the street. At almost every scene Celia would drop another jeering note for the police, one read:
“I’ll kill you off one by one if you start out after me. So long boys; don’t forget you will hear from me during the week.”
And another read:
“I regret that I have not had the opportunity of giving you anything to do for the last few days. I have been taking a little vacation. However, I am now back on the job and you will hear from me regularly. I understand there is a new inspector assigned to Brooklyn. It doesn’t make any difference to me. Also I hear that the police have orders to shoot and kill me on sight. That’s all right but the police will not be the only ones to shoot.”
Celia’s landlady, who rented a room to the couple from April 1923 until September the same year, told papers Celia was “hard boiled”, a “wicked woman” and a “filthy tenant” who was “Bad, bad, bad!”. She claimed that Celia would “run around the house nearly naked and barefooted - go to the door that way - and such swearing I never heard in my life. She wasn’t a woman at all, at all - she was a she devil.”
Celia’s employer at a laundry said that she “was short and slender and dark complexioned. She was always prompt in getting to work and a good worker. She went out to lunch and noon and never chummed with any of the other girls, so far as I noticed. Finding out that she is the bobbed-haired bandit is some surprise to me - a knockout.”
Edward’s mother claimed that Edward, a welder for an auto repair shop by profession, would come to her house every morning for coffee before work and while there “We talked about the bobbed-haired bandit and he joked about her and said she was ‘pretty slick’.” Then one day Edward told his mother that he and Celia had to “go away for a time” but they’d be back to vindicate themselves.
Their final robbery, that of a Nabisco office that abutted the property where Edward’s mother lived, went awry when the money Edward expected to be out on a desk, where it usually was, was unexpectedly locked away. Edward had seen, through the back windows of his mother’s home, the money sitting out every week in large stacks on a desk when he stopped by his mother’s home before work. After ordering all the employees to line up against the wall, he and Cecilia turned to look for the cash and couldn’t find it. He lost his head when one of the employees tried to grab Celia’s gun and shot the man, Celia dropped a notebook and they fled without any money. This was the only time the couple ever physically hurt a victim.
Detectives claimed this was another major blunder: they committed this crime in the neighborhood in which they lived. Previous to this, all crimes had been in other jurisdictions.
The couple went on the lam, leading the police on a chase through 13 states before their capture by the detectives in Jacksonville, Florida after Edward sent a telegraph home to his mother, asking for money to bury the baby, a girl named Katherine who lived only 10 days. A short standoff ended when Celia promised the detectives she wouldn’t shoot if they wouldn’t. She claimed that Edward wanted to shoot her and himself rather than be taken into captivity but she told with a smile that “we couldn’t quit that way.” Both claimed that they were the one who had shot the clerk at Nabisco, and both claimed they were the mastermind behind the crimes. Thousands stood in Penn Street Station to finally catch a glimpse of the Bobbed-Haired Bandit.
The couple received sentences of 10 to 20 years, the maximum sentence, in and were released after 7 years, the minimum, in 1931. Celia told the judge that she didn’t want her baby to be born in squalor when she pleaded guilty. The state claimed the couple committed at least 15 crimes while the couple admitted to 10. Celia served her sentence at Auburn Prison and Edward at Sing Sing. While in jail Edward lost part of an arm when working a license plate printing machine and received a $12,000 settlement. During the suit against the State, where Celia testified on Edward’s behalf, the couple saw each other for the only time during their 7 year imprisonment. Celia’s brother Owen was shot while robbing a jewelry shop in 1927. After their release the couple had two sons, but Edward died of tuberculosis in 1936. As a single mother, Celia raised their sons in Queens and had to take welfare benefits, but for the rest of her life she stayed on the right side of the law. Celia passed away in Florida in 1992.
A few interesting sidenotes:
A lot of transgender ladies were brought in on suspicion that the bandit could not possibly be a “real” woman.
F Scott Fitzgerald claimed his wife Zelda was stopped and questioned one night by police who suspected she might be the bandit.
Some psychologists posited that Celia’s pregnant state may have been the driving force behind her robberies - because her hormones were out of whack.
In September 1924 a New York producer introduced a burlesque show called the Bobbed-Hair Bandits, which featured “18 of New York’s most beautiful girls” - what, if anything, this show had to do with bandits the notice didn’t really explain, although it claimed there were beautiful costumes!
A/N i somehow managed to deleted this request, but i read it and know basically what you asked for. so i hope you like Anonie!
Kai Eonni ~
He would be ready with a coffee and warm breakfast for you. He’d trail kisses across your forehead while whispering sweet things into your ear, little motivational words offered to you. For each step you take to get ready for the day, whether it’s brushing your teeth or drinking your coffee, he would reward you with small kisses and sweet smiles. He would find your little pouts and grumpy sleepy face adorable and would find it hard to stop smiling or laughing, especially when you send him a glare.
(ignore my mans Chanyeol in the background,,,,,Chanyeol,,,, my man,,what the hell are you doing)
He would not be having it. The moment he gets back to your bedroom from making your breakfast and sees you still in bed he would proceed with pulling the blankets off and to the ground, the pillows off and to the ground, and then you off and to the ground if you still were trying to sleep. He would ignore your complaining and glares and would continue on with telling you to eat your breakfast. He would seem uncaring, but he’s actually watching and making sure that you have enough time to eat a proper breakfast. As you’re rushing out the door to school/work, he would give you a quick kiss on the forehead telling you to be safe on your way to school/work. Overall he would be a low-key sweetheart making sure you’re ready and well taken care of for the day.
He would be a sweetheart too. Though I see him as someone who takes a while to wake up too. So he would still be in bed while trying to get you out of bed. He’d cuddle into you from behind, wrapping his lanky arms around your waist, whispering into your ear from behind, “Jagi, it’s time to wake up…” In a rough morning voice that just makes you want to stay in bed all day. oh goodness i’m killing myself with my own writing. Eventually he would get up and get himself ready, just wanting to let you get all the sleep you need, your health being his top priority. However, when he gets back he would sit on your side of the bed with a huge smile, finding it adorable how much you can sleep. “Jagi, if you get up, we might have time to get something from [insert your favorite coffee shop] before school/work.” He offers, his smirk growing wider as you open your eyes finally.
Xiumin is romantic in this sense – don’t get me wrong, he can be kinky and all nasty, but things like this make him a smooshy. He’ll start off like Chanyeol, cuddling you, though he would have gotten up earlier and gotten himself ready. He’s got his life together, so he would already be dressed beofore 8:00 a.m. He would whisper in your ear, like a dad soothing his child. His arms firmly around your waist, though he would quickly realize this isn’t getting him anywhere as your eyes are still closed. So he would opt to threaten to tickle you. This would be something that Xiumin always dreamed of doing, being so in love with someone and having goofy mornings like this, so he would be all for it and would go in to tickle you without giving you a second warning. The morning would continue on all fluffy and shit. Giggles over breakfast, sweet warm tea, and a kiss goodbye, but not before making you say you’ll get home safely.
He wouldn’t want you to be late to school/work, and therefore he would work really hard to get you out of bed on time. He would be running around, getting your breakfast ready, checking in on you every five minutes to make sure you were actually getting up and getting ready. If you weren’t he would constantly speak to you in a sweet voice, telling you it’s time to get up so you wont be late, telling you what time it was. He would rain your face in kisses, asking you to get up so you have time to eat properly and get ready so you wont be stressed and he wont worry about you.
This little shit gives you three warnings. First is sweet, he gently shakes you, telling you what time it is and asking if you want him to make you something for breakfast. He would leave you alone after that and get himself ready and your breakfast ready. Second warning would be pulling off your blankets and pillows, and finally the third would be kicking you off the bed. He wouldn’t be stoic like Kyungsoo though, he would be laughing his ass off the moment you land on the floor with a ’thud’. He would kiss you though and say something like, “But you love me anyway Jagi.” With a big cheeky grin.
He would use his sexiness to get you all hot and bothered and then leave you there, getting out of bed himself and getting ready for the day. The teasing getting you all pissed off that you can’t go back to sleep. He would then tell you if you wanted to continue what he started you would need to get out of bed and ready before he does anything else to help you release that sexual frustration. He’s gunna be a smug little shit while he watches you send him glares as you get ready for school/work, knowing how he made you feel.
He would be a mix of Kai and Xiumin. He would be a tease, but would be more romantic about it and sweet talk you rather than talk dirty to you like Kai. He’d be playful and lay in bed next to you saying, “If you don’t get up then I wont either.” Trying to guilt trip you because he knows how much you want him to live his dream, and therefore will use that against you.
I feel like he would be somewhat like Kai, but not as much. He also wouldn’t leave you hanging just because he can’t control himself as well as Kai either. He would be sweet afterwards though, making you breakfast and coffee just the way you like. It’d be as if you were sick, he would try to take care of everything for you, making sure you’re ready for the day. Like Kyungsoo, he would give sweet kisses, one on each cheek, one on your forehead and a slightly longer gentle kiss on your lips last.
He’d be another that would have no sympathy. If it’s time for you to get up, you better get your ass up. He’s all about doing your best and always being at your best potential, and missing any amount of school/work isn’t being at your best potential, and he wouldn’t want that for you. He likes when you work hard, but not too hard. Because then he gets to see you satisfied and proud of yourself, and in return he feels proud of you. He would get you out of bed by scolding you, you have responsibilities. Get your ass up.
He’d try in so many different ways. Like, there’d be a process. He’d first try by nudging you, while still in bed with you before he gets out himself. Then after he’s gotten himself dressed and freshened up, he’d try again, sitting on your side of the bed, calling your name softly, telling you it’s getting late, this time shaking you gently. He’d make some breakfast, feed Vivi, then come back to the room and begin whining, telling you you’re already going to be late for school/work, so you really need to get up now. He’d wait ten minutes, doing whatever else he needs to do, and if by then you’re still not up, he’s hitting you with a pillow telling you to get the hell up, he’s had enough of this childishness. Why should he be out of bed while you’re still in bed. Get ready to be the one to make the bed that morning.
He’d be like a dad, he’d get out of bed first, make breakfast and make you something to drink. Then he’d get you out of bed. No matter how much complain there is, he’d pull you out of bed by your hands carefully, but not giving up until you’re all the way out and standing. He’d tell you to get dressed and then come to the kitchen to eat before you have to go.
Everybody knows the timeless, clichéd love story of two best friends who promised to stay best friends for the rest of their lives. But when one friend develops feelings for the other, of course the other is already in a relationship and the friend is forced to watch and endure the other love and cherish someone that isn’t them.
Usually, the other’s partner seems jealous and arrogant to the friend, leading them to wonder why the other chose them in the first place. But destiny is kind and rewarding, and soon the other realises his love for the friend, ultimately leaving his jealous, arrogant partner behind. The two best friends become lovers and live happily ever after. Sounds perfect, right? But it’s not. Everyone always overlooks the one person who suffers the most.
The day you met Minah, you knew your relationship with Jongdae would inevitably turn into this same clichéd love story. Unfortunately, you were on the losing end of the bargain.
By the Grace of Fire
@the-notsoevil-queen’s gift for @gonewasanytraceofit synopsis:
Outlaw Bandit with a dark twist - When Regina met Tinkerbell, she found herself lead to a tavern where a man with a lion tattoo, her second chance, waited for her. She took a chance on love, and ran away from the King with Tink by her side. But the Queen has kept the truth about her dark magic a secret, even from Robin, and it may just put everyone she loves in danger.
A Kiss to Set her Free@ariestess’s gift for @rcgalbeliever Synopsis:
For the first time since that fateful night in the stables, Regina feels a stirring of hope that love could be hers again as she finds herself standing outside a village tavern.
Moments: FraiseDandelion (twitter)’s gift for @lala-kate Synopsis: The Hood-Mills family have a domestic moment, while Regina thinks about their struggle to get to where they are today.
Before Sunrise@ghostofstartraveller776’s gift for @jenningz Synopsis:
Coffee before dawn and long work days can wear on anyone—even a superwoman like Regina Mills, single mother and business executive. She finds quiet solidarity for her hectic days from an unusual source: the nameless resident in the building across from hers who seems to share her unholy schedule. (Modern/Non-Magical AU)
The Dark Forest @glindalovesshoes’ gift for FraiseDandelion (twitter) Synopsis:
“A man is lying on the sheep’s wool, unconscious, bleeding. His face looks as pale as the white wool, which is already drowned in blood from the wounds on his body. The shaft of an arrow is sticking out of his shoulder, the shirt he is wearing ripped and soaked in blood. Regina bites her lip before she makes a decision. What does she have to lose?” OQ AU
My Grumpy Valentine@gray-autumn-sky‘s gift for @believingispowerfulmagic Synopsis: Henry explains Valentine’s Day to Robin, and that Regina has never much cared for the holiday. Robin is intent on changing her mind.
Heaven Sent a Hurricane@idoltina‘s gift for @mysterious-song Synopsis:
After a spectacularly terrible Christmas, a hidden gem of a New Year, and a surprise meeting, Robin finds the course of his life in Holiday Land vastly altered. By the time Valentine’s Day comes around, he’s more miserable (see: overwhelmed, terrified, doubtful) than he ever wanted to or thought he would be. And while the prospect of a night in may make a rather dull holiday for most, Robin finds that coming home to Regina might be just the thing he needs
Coffee@illseeyouthrough’s gift for @Evil_Outlaw (twitter) Synopsis: A Valentine’s Day set up that goes terribly…right? Outlaw Queen AU.
Valentine’s Day inlovewithlanap (twitter) gift for blt_tana (twitter) Synopsis: Regina works in a flower shop and Robin is a frequent client who finally summons the courage to ask her out.
Capturing Light@yamariah gift for rockchalk4583 (twitter) Synopsis:
He never thought he’d capture the moonlight again. She never thought she’d capture the sunlight again. But when Robin and Regina meet via grief counseling, “never” becomes a word they’d forget.
Valentine’s Day WoolGrillRegal (twitter) gift for inlovewithlanap (twitter) Synopsis: Robin and Regina celebrate a very special Valentine’s Day. AU.
Love, From OQ @x-wishesonfallenstars-x gift for @soligblomma Synopsis:
Robin and Regina spend a day navigating being a normal Nuclear Family in the down time between villains - kids interrupting them and all
A/N: Part four. I’m having so much fun writing this series, so thank you for all the great feedback, I really appreciate it. Also, thanks to my beta @thorne93. And to @hanny-writes-spn and @melonshino for reading through it. I love you all!!
Characters: Jensen, Reader, Jared, Jason, Rose (OFC)
You spent the next week helping Jensen get settled in. It was great to be able to spend so much time with him again, but it was also getting more and more difficult to be around him. Over the year’s, he had changed, you both had, but somehow he was still the same. When you spent time with him it was easy to forget what you two had been through, but the moment you got home, and he wasn’t around you, the feelings of betrayal and abandonment came back, and you questioned wether you could trust him or not. It was confusing to say the least. But even with all this mix of emotions, you weren’t prepared to let him go entirely either, you wanted him in your life, though you hadn’t figured out how that would work yet.
Both Rose and your mom had been talking your ear off about Jensen and how they thought you two were meant to be, almost yelling at you when you told then you were just friends, and you intended to keep it that way.
It was Thursday morning when you decided to check in on Jensen on your way to work, bringing a box of doughnuts just so you had an excuse to stop by.
“(YN), what a nice surprise,” Jensen greeted you. “What are you doing here?”
“I had this box of doughnuts and I know that if I don’t get rid of it, I’m gonna end up eating it all by myself. I also figured that you’re gonna need some sugar in you if you’re gonna get the house ready before tomorrow,” you said, handing him the pink box of treats.
“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.”
“Don’t act so surprised, Ackles, I can be nice,” you teased.
“You have time for a coffee before work? My friend Jared just got here and I would love for you to meet him,” Jensen asked, opening the door wider to let you in, even before you answered.
You checked the time on your phone before agreeing to come in for a couple of minutes.
“(YN) this is Jared,” Jensen said, pointing to his friend. “Jared, this is (YN).”
request: That Lin x reader was super cute? I wanna request a Daveed x reader where Daveed meets reader at a coffee shop and asks them on a fake date because his friends won’t leave him alone.
summary: reader is at a coffee shop alone before work one morning when daveed, lin, and oak come in making a big scene of themselves.
warnings: none, just fluff
a/n: this is my first request fill and my first diggs fic as well, so i hope it’s good you all like it! (don’t forget, my requests are open, so feel free to pop in and request anything you want to see!)
A typical day in your life was pretty mundane; in fact, it felt like your entire life was that way. You’ve been an intern at the New York Times since graduating from NYU a year ago, just waiting for a job opening there. You were next in line for an office position writing articles for submissions, and frankly you couldn’t be more excited.
But for now, you were stuck getting coffee for your co-workers on a daily basis for no pay. It was all about working your way up.
You were on your way into work one morning and made a stop at the coffee shop to pick up all the regular orders. While waiting for the drinks, you took a seat in the back corner of the coffee shop and tapped your fingers on the table absently.
A soft ding rang out through the small place and three men filed in, their loud voices filling the air of the building. People didn’t usually come into this coffee shop, which was one reason you loved it so much, so having three very loud men interrupt your quiet morning irked you.
You mumbled a few swears under your breath and looked over at the men sitting across the coffee shop from you. As soon as you made eye contact with one of them, a man with dark curls and thick framed glasses, they resigned to quiet whispers, much to your relief.
“You see that girl? She’s cute,” Oak murmured to Daveed and Lin.
“Course I see her,” Daveed hissed under his breath.
Lin looked at the two of them. “Oak, you’ve got a girl already.”
“Ayyee, I didn’t say I was making a move, Lin! What about you, Diggs? You think she’s cute?”
Diggs glanced over at you before averting his eyes over to his friends again, shrugging nonchalantly. “Sure, but what of it? I can’t ask her out, she rolled her eyes the moment we walked in here. No way she’d be interested.”
“No way to find out unless you go for it.” Oak nudged Daveed with his elbow, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, which caused him to roll his eyes.
“I’m ordering a coffee.” He pushed his chair away from their table and made his way to the counter, ordering himself a coffee.
You couldn’t help it when your gaze followed him all the way to the counter, taking note of his appearance. He was in a tight grey tee that had “Oakland” in bold letters, but that isn’t what caught your eye; it was the muscles that looked like they could tear the shirt open at any given moment.
His friends must have caught you staring because they started hooting and the loudest of the group ran up to him, whispering something in his ear, then the man with the afro was shoved towards you. He stumbled over his long legs before standing up straight, offering a toothy smile.
“Oh, hey! I’m sorry if my friends and I disturbed you. We, uh, don’t usually come here and when we do, nobody else is here,” he stammered, causing you to raise an amused eyebrow.
“Don’t stress it. You are…?” You took a sip of your coffee and looked up at the man.
“Daveed Diggs, those are my friends, Lin and Oak. Oak’s the loudest one, it’s impossible to see him before you hear him.”
You snorted a laugh. “I heard all of you guys before I saw you, not just him. I thought there were easily a dozen of you when I heard you guys. Frankly I wasn’t expecting a pretty face.”
He sat in the chair across from you and grinned; you’d clearly brought up his confidence level and ego with that compliment. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here, I think my friends would rip off my head if I went back over so quickly.”
“Not a problem. I come here every morning, so a little bit of a change is nice. How do you know your two friends?”
“I met them through work, we work on the block together. The one with the ponytail wrote this new musical, it’s about Alexander Hamilton, and we all play big roles in it.”
“You mean to tell me that Lin-Manuel Miranda, actual musical genius, thinks you should ask me out?”
“Well, when you say it that way.. They’re gonna be bugging me all day if I don’t get your number. They’ll search all over New York City to find you again, and I don’t even have your name.”
“Hm.. As tempting as it is to have the cast of Hamilton searching the city for me, I’ll spare you the humiliation and give you my number.” You had a teasing tone to your voice, letting out a soft giggle.
Daveed handed his phone to you with a new contact page up and you entered in your cell number and name with a few emojis, passing the phone back once you finished. You heard a few cheers and shouts from the peanut gallery across the coffee shop, so you giggled.
“It’s good to finally have a name to the pretty face.” He showed a bright smile. “Why do you have half a dozen coffees in front of you? Do you just live off of caffeine?” He asked, as if he suddenly realized the carrier filled with coffees for your co-workers.
You just started laughing at the comment, shaking your head slowly. “No, no. I’m an intern at New York TImes, I pick up coffees before going in every day. I gave myself time this morning to get coffee myself.”
“Oh! Well that makes a lot more sense than an extreme caffeine addiction. Are you into journalism then?”
“I majored in journalism and writing at NYU, I’ve been working as an unpaid intern for about a year and I’m next in line for a promotion, so it…” You trailed off when you realized he was looking at his phone and you cleared your throat.
His head whipped up to look at you. “I’m sorry, they just started a group chat. Lin says if I don’t ask you out soon, he’s gonna come over and do it himself.”
“Is that so?” You laughed out.
“He says we’re really hitting it off, so they’re definitely buying it. I’m busy all of this afternoon, but I can take you out for dinner tonight if you want. Y’know, just to sell it even more.”
You had smirk on your face while he spoke, surprisingly smooth for how nervous he seemed.
“You don’t have to say yes, but I’ll admit it may hurt my ego if you say no. Even if it’s just to avoid Lin and Oak’s mocking. We gotta sell it,” Daveed joked and looked at you hopefully.
It took you a minute to ponder the idea but you finally replied, “I think that would be a lot of fun. I have to get going or I’ll be late to work.”
You stood to your feet with the coffee carrier in your hand, winking over to the two staring at you across the room. “I’ll see you tonight.” To really sell it, you leaned in and kissed Daveed on the cheek before you left, beaming from the interaction. Maybe you would have to come to this coffee shop more often.
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Member: Mark x Reader
Word Count: 1085
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“Morning, Y/N,” Mark said, smiling at you from behind the counter as you entered the coffee shop. The warm hair felt good after coming out of the snowy cold and you unwrapped your scarf as you walked over to Mark.
“Good Morning,” you chirped happily. Getting coffee before work was your favorite time of the day because it meant seeing Mark. He was the cutest barista in the joint (possibly the whole city) and you had been crushing on him since the day you decided to come to this shop.
You also liked the calm atmosphere that always seemed to be in the shop. There were only a few customers as opposed to the main coffee shop near your work that was flooded with people. However, the few customers they had were extremely loyal and made sure to keep this mom and pop shop open.
“The usual?” he asked, raising his eyebrows to which you hummed in agreement and sat on one of the stools near the counter. You watched Mark hum lightly to the gentle music that was being played through the speakers with a soft smile on your face.
It was Mark’s father that owned the shop, so Mark was almost always working. You had once mentioned that it must have been difficult to have such responsibility, but Mark had told you he didn’t mind. You figured that he must have liked the job because he was quite good at making the coffee for you.
“So how’s your day been so far?” you asked, just as you did every morning. Mark glanced over his shoulder and threw you a toothy smile.
“Oh you know…normal,” he said, chuckling lightly. You smiled again and looked down at your phone as you felt it buzzing in your hand. Opening your email you opened the one from your boss that said he would be in a meeting all morning and that he didn’t need you to work until the afternoon.
“Who is it?” Mark asked, walking over and sliding you a warm cup of vanilla bean coffee with a muffin. You looked up from your phone and smiled, thanking him and taking a sip of the warm liquid.
“My boss. He said I don’t need to come in until later today so it looks like I get the morning off!” you exclaimed, joyfully before reaching into your purse and pulling out your wallet.
“Keep the change,” you said, giggling lightly as you handed him a five. He gave you a knowing look and chuckled, typing it into the cash register.
It was a running gag between the two of you that a coffee and muffin cost $4.50 so you had always given Mark the extra change of 50 cents. It didn’t seem like a lot at the time, but from the amount of tip you gave him, you could probably order multiple coffees and muffins. You didn’t mind though. He worked hard and you had no idea if he was even getting paid so why not let him have it?
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Mark said, giving you a smile. This name threw you off a bit because he had never used it before and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you took another sip of your coffee.
“N-no problem,” you mumbled, biting your lip as you tore a small piece of your muffin and began to eat it. As you sat there, you could feel Mark’s eyes on you and this only made your blush grow.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” you finally managed to say, trying to avoid his eyes but still stealing glances in his direction. He let out a small smile and leaned forward on his elbows so that he was facing you.
“I’ve just never actually seen you eat before. You always leave to go to work with the muffin,” Mark pointed out. You shrugged lightly and looked away, biting into the muffin again with a small ‘so what’ as your heart thumped in your chest.
Mark laughed once more and your cheeks were still on fire when you turned back to him. You were about to ask him what was so funny when he suddenly leaned forward so that his face was near yours. The closeness made you freeze but your heart had taken off in a frenzy.
“What are you…” you whispered. Mark cut you off by using his thumb to wipe the side of your lips, a movement that made you almost melt on the spot. His fingers were gentle but his touch felt electric – like something you had never felt before.
“You had crumbs on your face,” he said, pulling back and laughing lightly. You groaned as you wiped your mouth with your hands, embarrassed but also still a bit nervous from what had just happened.
“You could have just told me, you know,” you stated, pouting at him. Mark pulled out a towel and began wiping the counter as he walked back over to you.
“Yea, but you just looked so cute like that, I couldn’t resist,” he said, chuckling and winking at you. You almost choked on your muffin as you took in what he had just said. Did he actually think you were cute?
“S-stop teasing me!” you exclaimed, becoming even more embarrassed at his comment, but hoping with all of your heart that he meant it. Mark laughed once more and gave you a smile.
“What? Can’t I call you cute?” he asked. Your heart skipped a beat at the word ‘cute’ and you bit your lip once more, trying to decide what to say.
“Fine, but only if I get to call you cute too!” you suddenly exclaimed, a triumphant grin on your face. Mark looked surprised for a split second as if he hadn’t expected you to say something like that but then his face softened into a smile.
“Ah, you’re too smart for me,” Mark said, smiling at you. “But sure, that’s a fair trade,” he added, leaning against the counter with his back to the wall. You smiled at him again and finished the rest of your muffin before throwing the wrapper away.
“So what are you going to do with your free morning?” Mark asked as you stood up off the bar stool. You let your eyes linger on him for a moment and took a deep breath of confidence before giving him a smirk.