coffee before work

Buying It

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

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

words: 1226

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.

Samifer - coffee aesthetic

I want to be happy with her.

I want to wake up every morning and kiss her cheek and brew her a cup of coffee before work.

I want to lean in close and tell her how wonderful her hair smells today.

I want to lie in our bed on a Saturday night and cuddle with her as the sun sets outside our window.

I want to make her breakfast when she’s in a rush.

I want to whisper in her ear every day that I love her, and mean it more and more each time.

I want to marry her and live in a little apartment with cats and a succulent on our windowsill.

I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

I don’t know who she is yet, but I hope she’ll find me soon.

10

Namjoon bf vibes

  • Morning coffee before work
  • Go for a walk along the river side
  • Travelling together
  • Him petting his dog while you melt
  • Dinner with him and Seokjin
  • Lay in bed and cuddle all day
  • Making him smile after practice
  • Cute dates

(Taehyung/Jimin/Yoongi/Seokjin)

Credit: main idea @you-re-making-me-mad

Warm - Mark (Day 50/100)

You can find my post explaining the 100 Day Drabble Challenge here

To read the other drabbles in my drabble challenge, click here

Prompt: Warm
Member: Mark x Reader
AU: Barista!AU

Word Count: 1085

Wow, can you guys believe we’re half way to 100 already? Thank you for the continued love and support~


“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.

“That depends. When do you get off for a break?”

St. Patrick’s Day in a university town is always surreal. My friend and I saw cops breaking up three different house parties at 11am while we were driving to a grad faculty event.

Character Quirks part 1

1) Biting on nails (when preoccupied, worried, bored, nervous etc.) 

2) Double knotting shoelaces 

3) Always feels hated and/or judged when people look at them in public 

4) Carries around an extra jacket (just in case)

5) Hates walking past groups of other people their age

6) Habitual knuckle cracker

7) Pulls strands of hair out absentmindedly 

8) Fingerspells every word they hear in ASL

9)  Wrinkles/scrunches up nose to keep glasses from falling down

10) Gets a Mcdonald’s coffee every morning before work 

anonymous asked:

Merc and Yang for the ship thing

Who said “I love you” first

Yang is faster to admit it to herself, but she feels like telling him would put him under pressure, and the thought of him rejecting her makes her anxious. It takes him long to even realise it, longer to accept it, way longer to be okay with it. He says it in a casual way, when she hands him a cup of coffee before she leaves for work, and it takes her all the way downstairs to realise what he actually said. She can’t stop blushing and beaming and laughing all day long. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background

Mercury, because he likes to show off.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror

Yang, but nothing romantic, more like Open the damn window or Do the dishes. He always pretens he didn’t see them. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts

Both, but more as a joke, because they’re both well aware the other doesn’t appreciate it at all. So she gets him awful plushies holding hearts between their paws and he buys her the ugliest Valentine’s Card he can find, on the 15th of february when they’re all on sale. 

Who initiated the first kiss

They both argue about that every time because either of the insists it was the other. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning

Yang. Mercury’s more the one who watches her sleep for a minute and then goes to make coffe. He doesn’t dare to wake her up because she’ll be grumpy anyway, no matter what he does. 

Who starts tickle fights

Yang, because Mercury would straight up go for kisses on all the sensitive spots. But she’s totally up for it, also because it’s a way to make him touch her without being too obvious. 

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower

Mercury, because Yang would just do it. As if Mercury would ever say no anyway. 

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch

Let’s just pretend they actually had jobs where you could do something like that… Yang. Because Mercury doesn’t like people and he wouldn’t really like to walk into an office full of strangers. Not like he’d have a problem with it if he had to, but if he doesn’t… he’d rather wait outside the office building to walk home with her. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date

They’re both not really shy and I think they rather went from enemies with benefits to friends with benefits to hey let’s kinda casually date… but if they had had a proper date in the early stages of this thing they had going on… well, they both would have been nervous and awkward, which means Yang would have started to talk even more than she usually does, and he would have gotten so frustrated with this whole akward situation that he’d just kiss her fiercly while she was still talking to make it less awkward. 

Who kills/takes out the spiders

Yang. Totally Yang. But he insists that he’s not scared of them.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk

Mercury. He rarely ever gets drunk and never in public, never when other people are around, but when he does he’s cheesy and affectionate and makes the worst jokes. Yang’s more the type who cuddles and kisses him until she falls asleep. 

in this house on the corner

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6] [part 7] [part 8]

For some reason she hadn’t actually considered the fact that moving in meant seeing Bellamy every day . Early in the morning over coffee before he went into work, on lazy weekends when they both slept until 11:30 before stumbling into the kitchen to find something to quiet growling stomachs, when he would stumble back home from late shifts or nights out at the bar with Miller.

Every day.

With bags under his eyes and freshly showered and messy hair. Stretched out on the couch or reading a book at the kitchen table.

There was a slight possibility she hadn’t thought it all the way through.

Just moving in with an old friend, she’d told herself, over and over and over again. It made sense. He didn’t want to sell the house and she needed a place to live. And she didn’t want him to sell the house either.

But her stomach felt like lead and she knew, no matter how much she could never admit it, no matter how much she tried to ignore it and deny it and pretend the worry was all for nothing, she knew it was probably a bad idea. It wasn’t just moving in with an old friend. They were never friends. That’s not ever what they were and they certainly weren’t anything close to friends anymore.

She wondered exactly what she’d gotten the two of them into now.

read the whole thing here

sheaweebs  asked:

julija!! for the fic asks: 1, 4, 7, 11, 13, 14 and 15 <3

Elina <3<3<3<3

1. What is your favorite fic you have under your belt?

I’m gonna say  dust in your veins, which is a SidGeno fic and it’s a removable heart AU, which is my favorite to do for character studies. I planned it for a long time and I’m still really happy with how it turned out.

4. Do you prefer writing long or short fics?

Short fics! I very rarely go above 4k. I don’t have the patience for it.

7. How much do you like symbolism in your fics?

A lot! It’s more important to character studies than anywhere else, but there’s still things I repeat. Like car rides for example, because they work as sort of places that are inbetween, where you’re forced together and it’s sort of easier to let your guard down and create a feeling of closeness. 

I write about light a lot, especially streetlights for some reason, because a room lit up mostly by the light from the streetlights is secretive somehow, unreal. I also write about stadiums a lot, or hockey’s case about rinks, about the ice, the sound of it, and the notion that the sound of the crowd travels and shakes the concrete of it. I use the same descriptors for rinks and stadiums that I would for places of worship, because of how essentially they’re the same to me. 

And I write about heartbeats, very often. 

11. What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

I haven’t done any time travel or groundhog day AUs for hockey which is criminal because I love them so much.

13. Do you have a favorite character to write for?

Auston! And Connor, for probably similar reasons. Because Connor has approximately zero chill and Auston pretends he has chill but he in fact also has zero.

14. What’s your favorite shipping fic you’ve written? Favorite gen fic?

Favorite gen fic is  teddy bear and favorite shipping fic is  pulling up the roots.

15. Give us a snippet of something from your WiPs!

Their conversation is interrupted by the coffee machine grinder, and Auston takes the opportunity to look at Patrik, while he’s focused on taking preparing the coffee cups and opening the milk carton.

All of his features seem a little too big for his face, especially his jaw, dotted by blonde scraggly hairs that are only visible in the right light. His hair is drying soft and straight across his forehead, and the corners of his mouth upturned in a permanent smirk.

“Milk or sugar?”

“Huh?” Auston blinks, caught staring, and flushes.

“Do you take milk or sugar with your coffee?” Patrik repeats patiently, his smirk widening.

“Oh, just milk, thanks.”

Patrik nods approvingly. “Like me,” he says, handing him a mug and taking a seat on the couch opposite.

Auston blows on the surface and takes a careful sip. The coffee is rich when it hits his mouth, the bitterness undercut by the milk, and it warms him all the way down to his toes.

“This is good coffee,” Auston says, and Patrik beams.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he says, leaning in conspiratorially. “I snuck Finnish coffee in here, in Tim Hortons bags.”

“And you didn’t tell anyone?”

“You know how Canadians get!” He pitches his voice higher, in an apparent imitation of his teammates. “‘Oh, we’re gonna get Timmies, do you want to get Timmies? Timmies has the best coffee in the world!’”

By the end, Auston is laughing so hard, he has to put down his coffee so he doesn’t spill it.

“So they’ve been drinking Finnish coffee all season?” he asks.

“All season,” Patrik says, solemnly. “They keep saying how good it is and taking it home. Schief even bought the same coffee machine.”

The Sister and The Best Friend

Request:

Genre: Fluff

Member: Rap Monster/Namjoon

Length: 2,834 Words

Originally posted by taestylips

You had first seen him on the streets.

You had been on a coffee run before work when your attention couldn’t help but be drawn to two individuals.  They seemed to be causing quite the scene.

At first you mistook it for being a photo shoot, and contemplated whether it’d be rude of you if you walked past them at that very moment, potentially messing up the photo being taken. However, as you paused a good distance away you started to question the validity of it.

There were only two of them. The “photographer” and the “model”; who was decked up in black athletic wear. As simple as the outfit was, he looked good and you couldn’t help but to admire. Now not that you knew much about photo shoots, but you were pretty sure they required a lot more staff than just the two of them.

“Hyung!” You heard the photographer call out to the model.

“”Hm?” The older of the two replied, looking up from the dramatic head bowed pose he had been in.

“Why don’t we try playing with levels? Try crouching,” the photographer instructed, and the model immediately obliged.

He moved to a squatting position, and placed his arms casually in between his legs. He moved his head so that it was now tilted slightly up and to the side and finished the pose with a bite on his lower lip. He’s handsome, you thought, but then again what models weren’t?

Just as the photographer began to position the camera accordingly, your phone began to ring. It was your best friend. You checked the time on your phone and let out a curse. You were late for work. You had been so enraptured by the photo shoot that you had lost track of time.

You rushed towards the coffee shop, the photo shoot completely having fled your mind in your hurry. You were in front of the photographer when you suddenly remembered and turned to him with wide apologetic eyes. Click.

Keep reading