companion coffee

Jack Zimmermann was accustomed to dealing with difficult situations; he was captain of the Samwell Men’s Hockey team after all, but this? This was never in the job description.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Bitty whispered into the side of Jack’s neck, breath hot and sweet against his skin. The kegster ended a while ago but Bitty was still feeling the effects. When he fell off the coffee table attempting to dance to All the Single Ladies, Jack swept in ready to piggyback him to bed.

“Alright,” Jack said, mouthing I got this in Lardo’s direction before heading to the stairs.

“I don’t wanna be a single lady anymore,” His voice faltered and Jack became acutely aware of Bitty’s thighs around his hips. “I want a person. Everybody else has got a person.”

“With moves like that I don’t think you’ll have to wait long,” Jack said, supressing a chuckle.

“Mmhmm,” Bitty mumbled, fighting a losing war against sleep. Jack pushed open the door to Bitty’s room with his foot and ducked inside.

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“You’re in my spot,” Dean says, when he walks into the library and sees that Cas is sitting in his usual chair. He thunks two coffees down on the desk, disgruntled.

Cas blinks up at him for a moment, seeming to consider being stubborn - but eventually he shrugs, and moves to the next seat along.

“I used to have a spot,” he says.

“Oh, yeah?” Dean asks cursorily. He sits, and takes in the room from his usual vantage point. Good. All is right with the world. It’s strange, he thinks in passing, how the chair only really feels like his Spot, with a capital ‘S’, so long as Cas is in the chair beside him.

“Yes. Not too far from here… less than a light year away.” Cas takes a small sip of coffee, and winces. He doesn’t seem to notice Dean staring at him. “Mmm. Hot.”

“Less than a… right,” Dean says weakly. It’s so easy to forget, sometimes, that Cas is so other. “Well. I mean, each to their own, right? You, uh, you have your spot, and -”

“Had,” Cas corrects, looking down at his coffee cup with a focus that feels a little too hard to be real, as though he’s avoiding looking up at Dean. “Not anymore.”

Dean stares at him for a moment, not knowing what to say. He clears his throat.

“You got a different spot, now,” he says. Cas looks up at him, frowning slightly, and Dean smiles - trying to look reassuring, and not too worried about what he is about to say, too uncertain of how Cas will react.

“I do?” Cas says.

“Sure,” Dean replies easily. “Next to me.”

The look on Cas’ face melts all of Dean’s worries. They drink their coffee together, companionably - both of them in their spot. Together.

(Now that I’m home and not on mobile, I can answer some questions people asked on various photos!)

malevolentsnow said: That head piece is amazing! Was it ordered or home made?!

I made it! Now that I’ve figured out the tricks to making floral headpieces (fine-gauge wire and a glue gun), I want to make more. I NEED MORE ELABORATE THINGS TO PUT ON MY HEAD. And possibly spray with glitter, because. Just because.

vinceaddams said: How many of your stuffed animals have fangs?

Of the bunnies: Clovis, Morevis and Drevis (Clovis’ clones), Ravensbane, Jarvis, Harrison, Basil, and Merricat. (I just counted, and there are 13 other bunnies in the house. The Evil Bunny Alliance is ever-growing.) 

Of the bears: only Poohsbury and Basil. (There are eight other bears, including Gunderson and Murphy, the two oldest of my fuzzy companions.)

batsonthebrain said: No coffee goblins or an Igor standing by with a cafetière?

Goblins are awful to travel with - even if you have top-notch goblin wrangling skills, even if you resort to putting them all on leashes like a pack of over-enthusiastic puppies, they still go bonkers. Plus, you do not want to trust them with making coffee if you are at all … particular about your coffee, and by particular I mean don’t want your coffee made with actual ground as in dirt from a nearby planter. 

The Igor Union is still debating whether providing me with coffee is in the scope of their duties. Apparently they think that incoherent mumbling and beseeching looks while waving a coffee mug around aren’t clear enough instructions for what they need to do? Whatever. They’re wrong.

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the brightest star falls first

you find a young dalish hunter being chased by bears at the storm coast. do you help him?

finished the companion card for eremes! not sure if i’ll make a party icon for him // I’m really happy with the second one because it turned out nice? thumbnailing really does work kids always thumbnail before you draw

Conan X Iced Coffee! Even Jigen ordered it for him once ☕ 

Aesthetic for a Nemesis - chan.
I hope you like the aesthetic Nemesis - chan, if you want anything added or changed please don’t be afraid to tell me.
Hey, Nemesis. Are you having a good day? I hope so! Can I just say that your super badass! And I’m sure that you’d be a great companion for a coffee while talking about assassination tips!
Hope you have a brilliant day / night! ^^
- Mod Nora

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**EDIT: Just caught the spelling mistake, but I’m too lazy to change it. He’s screaming anyway, take it as a pronunciation error.***

I tried romance options with Laz’ab at the very beginning but it just looked so wrong. So he killed her and he hasn’t romanced any NPCs or companions since.

Except for stupid Ashara who falls in love with you whether you abuse her or not, but she’ll be dead soon.

coffee-time fic rec, today….     

Patterns of Fairytales   by buttheyrebrothers                     

Summary: Jared is a homeless teenager with no place to stay during a dangerous blizzard. He finds an empty hallway. He is found by a beautiful boy. And the rest is, as they say, history.                  Notes:    First of a series of meet-cute AUs I want to write. Prompt is from dimpleforyourthoughts:

Part 1 of the Meet-Cute AUs series      from this prompt: J2 au Homeless teen Jared befriending rich heir jensen and sneaking in the back of his mansion to crash on jensens bed and Jensen letting him borrow clean clothes and telling himself that it’s out of charity but in reality he just likes the way Jared wears his shirtsI forgot the shirts. I’m sorry.

The Wanderer She Met: Part II

A/N: This is this first part in a series about EXO, in which they are a wanderer, searching for their companion. I gained inspiration from the British television show Doctor Who. If you have seen the show, then some of the concepts will be familiar to you.

Part I

New Orleans, 1953


Every day, for four years, Kai visited the bungalow.

The first year, he simply acquainted himself with Poppy. He learned that she was born in Autumn. Each time her birthday rolled around, the family of three would invite the people from their surrounding neighborhood over to the bungalow for dinner, including Kai.

Dinner is a term used lightly to describe the meal; it was more of a feast. Food upon food lined the kitchen counters, the kitchen table, and even the coffee table in the living room. The mingling aromas was enough to make Kai’s mouth salivate and his tummy growl ravenously. How all of the food could be consumed by the people milling about inside in the home, and out in the front yard, completely baffled him, but their never seem to be a full dish left after the celebration ended.

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“There are a lot of things I wish I could’ve seen before.” Dean’s voice gets a little rough, a little too strained for the quaint atmosphere of the bustling coffee shop. “A lot more things I did see but I didn’t appreciate.”

He didn’t get a response, but he could sense the deeper breaths from his coffee companion. Being immersed in darkness for so long made him sensitive to other facts of life. Like how he knew his friend had ordered a hot chocolate, could smell the marshmallows melting. Like how he knew there was a cute girl, with a giggly personality and a love for lavender bath bombs, who stopped by their table frequently as if she couldn’t stay away from them.

What he didn’t know was how they got to this point. They’ve been friends for years and Castiel never brought up Dean’s past, Dean’s loss of sight. It was one of the reasons Dean treasured their friendship. But now… now Dean couldn’t help the disappoint as he continued to talk into the dark abyss that smelled of coffee.

“I wish I would’ve paid more attention to my mom’s smile and my dad’s grin. I wish I could’ve known to memorize Sam’s boyish features. But I don’t. I have nothing to remember my parents except the ghost of their words.” Taking a deep breath, Dean readjusted the cane by his side. The cold metallic feel underneath his fingertips brought him some sense of safety. “I wish I could see a lot of things, Cas.”

Still sitting in silence, Cas shifted in his seat. Taking a soft breath, he finally parted his lips. “I’m sorry that I asked that question. I know that… I want you to know that I really don’t see you as a blind man. It only recently started to bother me.”

And there it was. The statement that made Dean’s face harden into a grimace. That one sentence crushed everything he had built with this other man. “I’m sorry it bothers you.” He couldn’t help the venom dripping from his words. He was halfway on his feet when he heard a hiccup.

Turning his head just the slightest, Dean heard it. Crying. Quiet enough as if Cas was using all of his energy to hold it in. That was not what Dean expected. He found himself sitting back down and trying his hardest to look in his best friend’s direction.

“Cas?”

“I-I just…” Cas’ words were breaking, his breathing choppy and violent. “I didn’t care before because… because you were my friend. But now… now I f-fucking fell in love you and you’ll never see me… you’ll never see the smile I get when you walk into a room or know just how much I stare and it’ll never be okay because I want more than anything to have you see the way I love you.”

A single cool tear slipped past Dean’s cheekbone. Without a word, he maneuvered himself from his chair to kneeling beside Cas. With a heavy heart, Dean reached up and took his hand in his own. “Castiel, I don’t need to see.”

Cas sniffled, calming himself. “What do you-“

“I hear every smile you have. I hear every sigh and little gasp from your lips. I don’t need to see you to know that you love me. Just as you don’t need to hear me say it to know that I love you. Jesus Christ, Cas, I…” Without hesitating Dean reached his hand toward the breathing he was so tuned into. His fingers cautiously brush Cas’ stubble. “I love you.”

Dean didn’t need to see to know his friend was smiling. He didn’t need to open his eyes to know that Cas was staring right at him, right into him. And he sure as hell didn’t need his sight to lean forward and press their lips together.

“Let’s get out of here.” Dean whispered against tear-soaked cheeks.

Cas nodded, clinging to Dean’s shirt. “Is it true that sex with a blind person is quite mind-blowing?”

That, that was why Dean loved Cas so much. “You can tell me that answer tomorrow morning, sweetheart.”

shakespesre  asked:

MUTUAL DRUNK FRIEND ENJONINE RACHELLLLLL

*old lady Rose voice* it’s been eighty-four years…

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“Grantaire always calls me to pick him up,” Eponine said tersely, eyeing Enjorlas warily. He just glowered in response. 

“Well tonight he called me,” he retorted, then glanced around the remains of Courfeyrac’s latest bacchanal. “Speaking of which, where is he?”  

“Look for the trail of red cups,” Eponine suggested and Enjorlas cut her an austere glance, though she could see the corner of his mouth twitching. 

They made their way through the crowd of people, intertwined couples leaning against walls, sprawled over sofas, against doorjambs, drunken conversations floating around them. Somewhere along the way, Eponine found herself gripping his hand, as so not to lose him in the crush, she rationalized. Not because his hand was warm and calloused on the palm, or because when they paused to let someone stagger by, he stood protectively by her side, keeping himself between her and the crowd.  

It was…nice. Sweet even. Thoughtful.

They went around the whole grounds of the party twice and Grantaire was no where to be found. Eponine considered letting Courfeyrac know Grantaire was still around, and turned to Enjorlas to suggest that, when someone crashed into her heavily from behind and sent her staggering into Enjolras. He braced her instantly, hands settling on her waist, already prepared to push her behind him. His chest was very warm and very broad, some small part of Eponine’s brain took the time to note. 

“Aww,” crooned a familiar voice behind them, “look at my parents. Aren’t they cute?”

Enjorlas glared over the top of Eponine’s head, exasperation all over his face. “Grantaire, we have been trying to find you for almost an hour.”

Eponine turned around to see Grantaire grinning at them broadly. “Like I said–my parents.”

They managed to haul him outside and there was a moment’s debate about who was going to drive him him home–Enjolras was closer, Eponine brought her car–but they compromised: Eponine drove them back, Grantaire sprawled in the backseat, humming under his breath contentedly. “I really do feel like his parent,” Eponine muttered and Enjolras rolled his eyes. 

“Don’t encourage him,” he said wryly, but helped Grantaire up the steps to his apartment, got water and aspirin as Eponine wrestled off his boots, and made sure to call Feuilly (who was working late) and tell him they got Grantaire home. 

“I wish he wouldn’t do this,” Enjolras said as they prepared a pot of coffee for the next morning. 

“Call both of us to drive him home?” Eponine asked, pouring in coffee grounds.

“I don’t mind that,” said Enjorlas, thankfully with his back turned so he couldn’t see the sudden flaming of her cheeks. “I just worry about him, and I keep thinking the one night I could miss a call from him and that’s the night he becomes another statistic and I couldn’t bear that. Losing him because I didn’t pay attention.”

Eponine hesitated only for a few seconds before pressing the button to brew on the coffeemaker. Grantaire wouldn’t mind. “You’re a good friend,” she told him honestly. “And honestly, the effort to help Grantaire doesn’t rest solely on your shoulders. We all pitch in and he knows that. Which is probably why he called us both.” Enjolras smiled in acknowledgment of that and Eponine added, “We all care for him and we all help. Don’t take the burden entirely on yourself.”

He took down two mugs and poured them both the now ready coffee. “Thank you Eponine,” he said simply and they drank their coffee in companionable silence. 

Eponine ended up sleeping on the couch while Enjorlas went home to prepare for his mock trial. Eponine woke up the next morning with Grantaire grinning at her, coffee already in hand. “Dad get home safely?” he asked mockingly, and she threw a pillow at his head.           

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things you said after you kissed me- HeavyxMedic

(shamelessly plugging this piece and continuing it on. the dual powers of coffeeshop AU and Heavy/Medic: http://sinuswave.tumblr.com/post/110559282854/preludeinz-sinuswave-au-where-pauling-is-heavys) hey, sinuswave!

It’s a gentle kiss, almost perfunctory, after a light but lovely dinner in a small bistro Misha had been told would be perfect. They’ve had a wonderful time, and as the German chuckles softly, he knows exactly who they have to thank.

“You will be giving your assistant a raise, I hope?” he teases.

Misha chuckles, and nudges the doctor in the ribs. “She should be lucky still to have a job, she is very…there is a word for a girl with a nose that goes into the other people’s business.”

“Nosy?”

“No, not this–ehh. It is about her body?”

“Ah! She is a busybody. A meddlesome creature.”

There’s a rustle in the bushes as Misha puts a hand on his companion’s arm, and guides him towards the parking lot, as they pass he catches the sound of a hissing voice, “I’m not meddlesome.

And then, “…wouldja shut up, an’ can we go t’dinner already? Cripes! ‘Meet me at this sweet little restaurant I know,’ she says. Thought this was s’posed to be a date.”

Misha smiles and raises his voice slightly. “Ah, but she is a good girl. Perhaps if she comes to this very nice restaurant she has recommended, I will have bought her a meal to thank her.” He pauses, and adds, as the doctor touches his arm. “And for her very helpful companion from the coffee shop, also.”

The bushes are silent for a few moments. And then, “Score! Free food!”