fixing the blinds

Extra Sugar

Originally posted by somethingincrediblyright

Requested: By myself honestly, but this is also my (pretty late) fic for Day 1 of the Hamilton Write-A-Thon, hosted by @hamwriters (thank you!!)

Pairings: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Summary: The Reader works in a coffee shop, and she feels a bit territorial about her favorite customer  {Coffee Shop AU}

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 1,285

A/N: I hope that you guys like this, I was super unsure about it until @secretschuylersister was the sweetest person ever and read it for me. Sorry that this is being posted so late, I was traveling yesterday. 

Your customer was back.

Saying that felt unfair, but you couldn’t help but smile every time he came back. Most of the time, he looked even more worse for wear than he had the last time. His hair was constantly disheveled, the bags under his eyes were worrying, and it looked like he owned one sweatshirt that he might have lived in. And somehow, he seemed genuinely happy to be there.

And when you were working with Corrine, he was one of the few people that was able to pull you out of the sour mood that you inevitably fell into after working with her for more than a few hours. You had opened that day, all by yourself. It wasn’t like you were scheduled that way, either. A few minutes after the morning rush, Corrine waltzed in. She looked well rested and pleasant. It took everything that you had in you not to choke her out.

Lin was making his way up to the counter, and you had already started his two shots of espresso.

“Hello, sir. Can I help you with anything?” You glanced behind you to see Corrine actually attempting to help a customer. But something felt off. She was leaning too far over the counter, and her voice sounded more like a purr than a barista helping a customer.

You mouthed his order to yourself as he responded. “Vanilla latte with a double shot, please.”

“Of course, I’ll just get that started for you.” Corrine said, tapping a few buttons on the register before rushing over to where you were putting the finishing touches on his drink.

“I’ll get this one.” She said, making it sound like she was doing you a favor by taking credit for your work. You watched her in disbelief as she handed Lin the cup, holding onto his hand for a few more seconds than really necessary and then stood watching him make his way out of the shop.

You sighed to yourself, thinking that at least she wasn’t going to show up this early two days in a row.

You were sadly mistaken when you arrived to work the next morning to find Corrine behind the counter. Not only had she beaten you there, but she was sitting behind the counter doing no actual work.

“Hey!” She called, head snapping up from her phone when she heard the door open.

You chose to simply smile in return, not wanting to add fuel to the fire.

“So tell me, who was that man who’s order you knew by heart yesterday?” You held your breath, hoping to allow yourself at least a few seconds to calm down. “Because he is going to ask me out if it’s the last thing he does.”

You fought to keep the confused expression off of your face. Somehow, you felt more hurt than annoyed. Usually you rolled your eyes at Corrine’s antics, but this time felt different.

Oh God. You liked him. And somehow you had managed to be completely oblivious until Corrine wanted him. Typical.

“I don’t know much about him.” You said, taking off your coat and tying your apron around your waist. “His name is Lin-Manuel and he likes extra sugar in his coffee, even if he is a little bit embarrassed to ask for it.” You realized Corrine was barely even paying attention to you anymore, so you chose to stop talking, allowing silence to fill the room again.

“Well then, I guess that I will just have to take it upon myself to do some investigating.” Corrine said, tapping away at her phone.

You struggled through the morning rush, Corrine lounging in the back room while you somehow managed to spill not one but two cups of coffee on yourself.

By the time that Lin walked through the door, you were looking a bit worse for wear. “Hello!” you called, still feeling a sense of relief when he walked through the door. He fixed you with his blinding smile before making his way to the counter. “Vanilla latter with a double shot, right?”

His eyebrows drew together, confusion clouding his features. “You know my order?”

The blush was nearly instantaneous. “It is kind of my job to know your order.”

“Most people don’t bother, I guess.” He shrugged, and you were more than happy to let the subject drop.

Before you could say anything else, Corrine sat a cup of coffee in front of him. “It’s on the house.” She said, winking at him. You noticed a phone number scrolled along the side. Your heart suddenly felt a bit less fluttery, the butterflies abandoning their home in your stomach.

“Oh, well thanks!” He said, fixing her with a grin before grabbing the coffee and heading out of the shop.

“I think that my work here is done.” Corrine laughed, slipping on a coat and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

“You are scheduled for another four hours today.” You said meekly, gesturing to the cork board where the owner posted your schedules.

“I have to get ready for my date with Lin tonight.” She was talking to you like she was explaining a perfectly simple concept to a child.

“He already asked you out?” You were fighting not to feel defeated, but the doubt was swallowing you whole.

“No, but I’m sure that he will now that he has my number.” And just like that, she was gone.

Even though you were left alone for the foreseeable future, the morning rush was over and it would be nice to have some time to yourself. You had just begun to gather up the dishes left over from that morning when the bell over the door rang.

He was back.

You struggled to find words as he approached the counter, but they were all getting caught in your throat.

“I’m really sorry, I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but this is the worst cup of coffee that I have ever had in my entire life.” Lin said, chuckling. He sat the latte on the counter, shoving his hands in his pockets sheepishly.

“I can honestly say that I have never seen Corrine make a latte in the entire time that I have worked here, so that doesn’t sound very farfetched to me.” You tossed the cup into the trash can, starting two new shots of espresso for him.

“So that was her number on the cup then?” He asked. You might have just been projecting, but it almost sounded like he was disappointed.

“Yeah… sorry if she made you uncomfortable. Corrine can be a bit entitled at times.” You poured the espresso in the cup and gathered up all of the materials that you would need to steam his milk.

“I wasn’t uncomfortable with her giving me her number, but I might have been hoping that a different girl had written her’s down as well.”

“I- I think that we might be able to work something out.” Your heart was going insane, but you felt like you were going to float away. You added the vanilla and some extra sugar to his latte, scrolling your name and your phone number on the side of the cup.

“I’ll see you later.” Lin said, accepting the latte and taking a large sip.

“I haven’t agreed to anything yet.” You called after him.

“I have confidence.” He laughed, giving you one last smile before pushing the door open.

You got a text message a few minutes later. It was from an unknown number, but you knew exactly who had sent it.

From: Unknown Number

Can I pick you up around seven? I promise we can go for something other than coffee! :D

“I guess tears come to even eyes like these.”

quick pic of @nhipotle’s stupid blind au giving me angsty feels ugh

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@the-rumbles thanks for the cap! o 7o

an actual redraw this time

accidentally spent longer on this than i meant to”“““ so here it is unfinished. lapis is perpetually gloomy so honestly she should always be desaturated…. coulda made the rubies a bit brighter but i like them better rust colored cause theyre ruff n tumbl warriors. changed lapis face to match the style of the rubies better. brought the barn closer and curved the horizon line for dramatique effequet ™

(i also dont remember the specific context but as a stand alone i decided to change rubies pose to a more actiony one than her just floating in space e 7e )

there she go….

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We’re lawyers, and so we take an oath to be zealous advocates for our clients– to go to any lengths to represent their interests. But we’re also super heroes, which means our “any lengths” stretches a lot farther than it does for your average attorney.

Jennifer Walters and Matt Murdock in She-Hulk #04

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I asked, Apple answered. In regards to iTunes it’s ultimately up to the label to advise what is available for distribution. Now, if TS genuinely doesn’t have anything to do with BAP’s Korean discography going missing, they are ultimately the ones to fix this (or at least tell us why it has been removed). Spam their goddamn @ and make sure they fix this

We’re all aware that BAP has a significant international following, iTunes may not count for Korean charts but it’s freakin’ important for their growth as an international artist. It makes a whole zero sense for TS to not to want to spread their albums as far wide as possible. 

so many social variants in mbti Tumblr that it’s actually kinda gross lol

how do you function trying to answer every question nicely. doesn’t it sap your mental resources to constantly try to keep up a reputation as a “nice professional blogger” with a good reputation people can look up to!!

boring as hell btw, since y'all do NOTHING but repeat each other’s dry ass words over and over again

miss me with that shit lol. ppl can go fucking read up on mbti, they have fucking google. what’s so appealing about parroting stuff everyone has said a million times?

Ppl criticize the more outspoken, “ruder” so blinds around here for being crass, blunt, and having no hesitation in expressing their opinion regardless of if it ~hurts people’s feelings~. You know what’s worse than being a Big Meanie ™? Being boring and unoriginal and trying so hard to appear ~hyper intellectual~ so you end up just sounding like an instruction manual literally anyone can look up online

have a personality. Have an opinion. Don’t just regurgitate the same shit because you don’t wanna rock the boat or don’t wanna be “that guy”. Be that guy. Use your knowledge to formulate opinions. People WANT opinions. They WANT informed arguments, and people taking stances. Not the eightieth ~completely unbiased post about what x function is~

Stop being uninteresting

Blind/Deaf Wolfstar Fic Recs

For the lovely @bookishsirius <3

Some of these are on my other fic rec lists, but here they are all in one spot. Hopefully a few will be new to you!

Deaf

Forever is a State of Mind- featuring trans Remus, demi Sirius, and Teddy!

Let’s Go Out With A Bang- Remus fixes Sirius’ cell phone, flirting ensues

Living Like We’re Renegades- genderfluid cheerleader Sirius, ‘nuff said

Without Translation- trans Sirius and disabled Remus make it work

Yours To Know-  the Marauders start a deaf band, are adorable, READ THIS!!

Fractured Skies- Remus is French and epileptic and completely charming

Blind

All Hail the Outlaws- trans Remus fixes blind Sirius’ sink

Tumblr Trash- series with blind Remus that’s just pure lighthearted fluff

Blind Werewolf McWerewolf- angsty Remus and “helpful” Sirius

On Behalf of the Souls- blind Sirius punches out a bigot

Living It All- trans Sirius raising blind Reg, blind Remus as a music teacher

anonymous asked:

Teacher/single parent au or meeting in the E.R au for peraltiago obvs

Thanks for asking, anon!! I love these!! since we’re all in need of some peraltiago fluff this week, here ya go! 

15. Meeting in the ER AU

Dr. Amy Santiago (she’s only been able to officially use that title for six months and she’s damn proud of it) is running down the hallway, her dark ponytail swinging back and forth as her brand new white coat fans out behind her like a cape. She always thought being an ER doctor would be a bit like being a superhero, and she’s not wrong, she decides, thinking about the way she must look running through the hallway of Brooklyn Methodist Hospital – a scrubs-wearing, white-coat-caped superhero.

She’s shaken out of her reverie when she runs headlong into the glass door separating her from the ER, dropping the suture kits she had gone to fetch and losing her brand-new stethoscope. What can she say? She’s still a resident.

Furtively looking around to make sure no one noticed, Amy bends down to pick up her suture kits, dropped as her forehead hit a locked glass door at full speed. She catches a few of the older nurses tittering from the nurse’s station on the other side of the door, but she doesn’t take it personally – she remembers three days ago when those same nurses brought her coffee and a muffin during hour 13 of a particularly grueling shift.

Amy takes a deep breath, feeling her hair to make sure her ponytail is still in place and sighs, deciding it doesn’t matter anyway – she’s exhausted and she’s worked fifty hours this week and it’s only Wednesday, so this is as good as it’s gonna get. Instead, she straightens her shoulders and steels herself before taking a step back, tapping her ID against the sensor, and walking into what her new friend Rosa, a fellow emergency medicine resident, calls the “chaos-ridden-pit-of-hellfire”.

A wall of sound hits her instantly – screaming, crying, laughing, small talk, of all things, and the incessant beeping that has come to haunt her dreams on the rare occasions she actually sleeps. Despite her difficulty with hospital doors, Dr. Santiago navigates the ER like a pro, zeroing in on the patient she’s supposed to treat in an instant.

He’s probably about her age – in his mid-twenties – with disheveled hair and a sweaty red face. Red dirt covers his face and saturates his NYPD t-shirt and cargo shorts. She can see from here that gravel is stuck in his bloody knees, and that the long gash on his elbow, only partially covered by a makeshift bandage made out of someone’s tie, and the shorter cut on his right cheek are why she was told to get suture kits. His friend, a smaller man in his early thirties, looks distraught, with tear tracks staining his face. The patient, though, is laughing with the largest smile Amy’s ever seen and gently patting his friend’s back with his good arm.

She stops at the nurses’ station to grab his file before she walks over. The nurse on intake had already taken his basic medical history, which let her know that the man with a captivating smile and – unbelievably – Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle sneakers is named Jacob Peralta, age 29.

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i think a lot of victor’s characterisation and depth does com from fanon (though here it’s not really the writer’s fault i think given how they have to toe a very fine line and not get freaking censored) but he’s one of hte only characters with (possible) depression that i’ve found not offensive? same thing with Yuuri’s anxiety. I can only speak for myself obviously but i really appreciate how the show and most writers don’t just kinda do the tropey “aaaaaand magical healing cock an deverything is fine” thing. 

i feel like viktor being able to consider quitting is so real and really hits me close to home because i find myself really trapped (though not in some endless loop of emprical succes like him haha). but yeah it’s. quitting is really hard. giving up is hard. i know i can’t do it. i know i don’t know how.

sigh i really hope you guys like the victor fic because it feels very close to me. idek.

((iT ISN’T PERFECT since i’m rly bad at digital art but i kept my word and finished this one

next time I draw I’ll do some Twixie or smthn but I have stuff I rly need to do sooo idk maybe next weekend))

“stop making this about race” lmao your people have been making things about race for thousands of years.