send me your coffee

Send me one and I’ll respond to each!

☕: How do you take your coffee?
🎂: I feel happy when I see you in my notifications.
🍰: You’re sweet and I like you!
🍜: I wish I could be a person who makes you happy.
🍌: Seeing you makes me feel optimistic.
🌠: What gives you hope for the future?
🌨: What do you like to do on rainy days?
🌈: Are you open to making new friends?
🎀: You’re a gift to this world.
🎃: I want to play and tell jokes with you.
🔭: What holds your attention lately?
🏹: I wish I could know you personally.
🎳: We share a lot of interests and opinions.
🎲: We don’t have much in common but I like how you express yourself.
🐣: You’re an angel.
🐢: Your presence is relaxing.
💤: I have a platonic crush on you.
💌: I have a romantic crush on you.

(Love) Letters

Harry Potter,
Last chance to accept my proposal of friendship. You don’t want to make a mistake you cannot erase.
Draco Malfoy.

Hey Putter,
I’d love the hit you with a few golf balls.
Malfoy.

Hey Potty,
Were you born that ugly, or did you get punched in the face too many times by your muggle family?
Malfoy.

Hey Scarhead,
How’s your frizzy-haired Mudblood girlfriend? And your pet orangutan?
Malfoy.

Hey Arselmouth,
I didn’t realise specky gits enjoyed murdering Hufflepuffs with snakes? I’m almost impressed.
Malfoy.

Hey Orphan,
Missing Mummy and Daddy?
Malfoy.

Hey Princess,
Did you hurt your head real bad when you fainted, or are you already damaged beyond repair?
Malfoy.

Hey Prickter,
I know you’re up to something. I know what Hagrid’s doing.
Malfoy.

Hey Prince,
Didn’t get enough attention last year? Had to cheat your way into championship? I don’t think you’ll last 5 minutes.
Malfoy.

Hey Porkie,
Are you still starving yourself? You’re like a bag of bones. Except with less fashion sense.
Malfoy.

Hey Pisster,
I can’t believe you’re still alive! Maybe die next time?
Malfoy.

Hey Pothead,
Is your little Mudblood still crying over a couple of words? Just learn, you must not tell lies.
Malfoy.

Hey Plonker,
Umbridge is looking for you.
Malfoy.

Hey Plantpot,
Umbridge can’t get into the room. She doesn’t know how.
Malfoy.

Potter,
Stop following me.
Malfoy.

Potter,
Seriously, stop following me. I’ll fucking kill you.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You almost killed me.
Draco.

Potter,
Where are you? Why did you leave?
Malfoy.

Potter,
These letters just keep getting brought back. Where are you? Are you dead?
Malfoy.

Potter,
Please come back.
Malfoy.

Potter,
I knew it was you.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You were in my house. You saw my house.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You can’t die. Please don’t die.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You fucking saved me.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You’re dead. You’re gone.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You aren’t dead.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You did it.
Malfoy.

Hello Potter,
Thank you, so much, for saving me. Thank you for saving my mother. Thank you for saving the entire wizarding world. I’m sorry for everything I did. And, I-
Sincerely, Malfoy.

Mr Potter,
Thank you so much for returning my wand.
Draco Malfoy.

Potter,
I don’t know how you did it, but thanks.
Malfoy.

Potter,
How do you unlock the staff room again?
Malfoy.

Hello Potter,
Granger is forcing me to ask you if you’d care to join us for drinks on Friday night. (You can say no.)
Malfoy.

Potter,
Are you still coming tonight?
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
Thanks for last night. I’m sorry you had to see me like that.
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
Do you want to go for a pint tonight, after work? I’ll pay?
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
What time did you say you’re picking me up?
Draco.

Hey Harry,
Yesterday was amazing.
Draco.
Ps. We were always going to win!

Harry,
Are you sure I’m supposed to feel like this? Are you sure it was a muggle film? There was no misery potion involved?
Draco.

Harry,
Where did you learn to cook!?
Draco.

Harry,
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Draco.

Harry,
I miss you. When are you home?
Draco.

Harry,
I love you.
Draco.

Harry,
Are you sure this is a good idea? Last chance to back out?!
Draco.

Harry,
I’ve forgotten my keys..
Draco.

Harry,
YOU LEFT LAUNDRY ON THE FLOOR! AGAIN!!
Draco.

Harry,
Will you cook tonight? Pretty please?
D.

Harry,
You forgot your paperwork. I’ll send Hedwig.
D.

Hey Harry,
Come and find me, I’ve got your coffee!
D.

Harry,
Where’s my tie!?
D.

-

Marry me, Draco?
Harry.

anonymous asked:

Oooooh can I request one please? Can I request a gaston x reader for number 85, the coffee shop AU? Thank you!!!!!!

EDIT: it came to my attention that I should probably tag people who’d like to see future Gaston fics in this so they don’t miss it, so here ya go. 

@animeacetheheart @gawston @withouthannah @ciaprincess @the-fic-files @molethemollie @hobbithorse19 @supernaturalimagines666 @hellonheels-x0-blog @blackxthexbeast @with-a-hint-of-pesto-aioli @amazingangelaaa @frozenhuntress67 @totallyjoshlertrash @theoncergames @bucky-with-the-metal-arm @lunarinne @veronicawells @definitely-nota-fangirl @mochiiswan @epicfallenismine @sherlocks-timetraveling-assbutt

Okay, so I really want to make this a kind of Modern AU series type deal?? With side characters and character relationship dynamics and headcanons, the whole shebang, but I don’t know if you guys would be interested in that or not.

If you just want another one shot for this AU, I’d be more than happy to oblige, but I was just considering because I have sO MANY Modern AU headcanons and it would be Totally Tubular if I could get them all out there in One Fic, ya know? So, what do you guys want? Give me feedback on if you’d like a whole series (I’d still be doing Dazed and Distracted- new chapter should be up relatively soon) or what have you! Thanks for reading this little PSA! (Read below for a shitty synopsis of this proposed series) 

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Request: So Ramadan request. It’s the first day and the team goes out of their way to make the readers first fast comfortable. They keep the tower cool. Don’t play any music too loud. And then Steve and Buck make the reader a feast for Iftar (with the help of Natasha cause they’d probably burn the kitchen down) and then bucky walks in to the readers room whilst they’re praying and asks a few questions once they’re done and it’s just fluffy - Anonamous

Triggers: Fasting, mentions of religion.

Word Count: 1300+

A/N: I hope everyone is enjoying Ramadan and the long nights aren’t too bad. Eid Mubarak for next week and If you aren’t religious, enjoy your food and please drink coffee for me.

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‘So, wait, no food. No water. Nothing. For 30 days’ Tony asked. No one in the compound knew much about Islam and Ramadan started tomorrow so, naturally, everyone was very interested.

‘Only when the sun’s up’ you replied. You didn’t mind answering their questions, it was nice that they cared about you enough to want to know more about you.

‘Does it have to be in summer?’ Steve asking a question this time. He had walked in on you eating half the kitchen earlier that day so you explained 

‘Well it changes every year because the Islamic calendar is based on the moon, so in a few years I’ll be able fast easier’

‘Isn’t it… bad for you?’ Bucky was usually silent, just following Steve around or staying in the gym. But when he spoke his voice was soft, and if you didn’t pay attention you could miss it.

‘Well there’s some recent research that suggests that actually quite good for your body. It gives your body time to stop digesting and sort out other problems. I know quite a few people who do it despite not being religious’ you heard a small “oh” from the large man, and knowing he must have felt like he insulted you you carried on. ‘Doesn’t mean it’s fun, though’ He let out a small chuckle, and you knew he was okay again.

‘Okay, so anything we can do to make your time easier?’

‘Umm… Probably just don’t break the AC, it’s hot’ you giggled.

 ‘You hear that?’ Natasha directed her question to Tony and Bruce who’s last experiment cost the whole tower’s AC and took a week to fix. 

Winking at you, Tony saluted white saying ‘Ey, ey Captain’

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anonymous asked:

2 or 8 please?

8 - “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

You were so rudely awoken by light coming through the window that Shawn forgot to close before going to bed. You groan, half asleep, and roll over to lay on top of Shawn.

“Why are you awake?” he asks, the sleep in his voice evident.

“You forgot to close the window, dumbass,” you reply. “I can’t sleep with the sun in my eyes.” You wrap your arms around his waist and tangle your legs in his, and his hand slips up the back of your shirt and starts tracing patterns into your back.

“We probably could just wake up,” you say, glancing at the alarm clock on the night stand, “it’s 9 o’clock.”

He fake gasps. “What? Wake up before 11? You are not my girlfriend. What have you done with y/n?”

“Shut up,” you say, hitting his chest.

He laughs and pulls you closer to him, and you both go silent. You almost thought Shawn had fallen back asleep.

“Wait for it,” he says out of nowhere.

“What?” you ask, totally caught off guard.

“I said, wait for it,” he says again, before burping almost right in your ear.

“Ew, what the fuck, Shawn?” you say, sitting up. He’s roaring with loud, immature laughter. “You’re seriously like a man-child,” you tease, standing up from the bed. “That was disgusting.”

“I’m sorry, I had to do it,” he says between laughs.

“Doesn’t make it any less gross,” you say as you rummage through your clothes, throwing on a pair of sweats. “And it was right in my ear, Shawn, oh my god.”

He immediately starts laughing again, his hand covering his chest. He stands from the bed and follows be to the kitchen. You walk over to coffee maker and turn it on. He come up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Please don’t burp in my ear again,” you say, your face scrunching up.

He laughs and kisses your cheek. “Just make the damn coffee.”

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mizjoely  asked:

J6 please!

This was an absolute pleasure to write, it was, especially coming from one of my favorite of @sincerelydayyy‘s headcanons (“Sherlock looking on proudly as Molly deduces something that makes John uncomfortable just so they can be alone for five minutes”).

A New Partnership (A “Brought About By The Behind The Scenes Machinations Of One Mr. Mycroft Holmes” Story) - After securing Margaret’s post at Barts, this time allowing her to practice without the need for her masculine disguise, Sherlock has a proposition for her after seeing her prowess at the skill of deduction.

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“I daresay your plan has worked wonders,” Margaret said, taking a sip of the tea she had been offered. “Who would have thought that pointing out that there were other police departments and constabularies using female pathologists in their employ and their results are just as reliable, if not more so, would be effective? Going to the governing board of the hospital and pointing out the publicity potential was a risky move, I’ll admit, but there seems to be a novelty aspect that is found…charming.”

“But they are letting you do your work, and that is what is most important,” Sherlock said, seating himself across from her.

“Though admittedly, there were advantages to being clothed in trousers and having my hair tucked p under a wig,” she said thoughtfully. “Attending an autopsy in a dress is a nuisance.”

“But you do remarkable work just the same.”

She gave Sherlock a smug look. “You are vastly more effusive in your praise since you realized Hooper was female,” she said.

“Perhaps it is more I have come to realize that brilliance defies sex,” Sherlock said, giving her a nearly identical smug look. They locked gazes and he felt a slight rise in his internal temperature at the nape of his neck and an almost imperceptible tightening in his trousers. He had expected only one woman in his lifetime to give him this reaction, and in the end, nothing had come of it.

Two was extraordinary.

As was the fact she, unlike Miss Adler, did not appear to want to leave anytime soon.

He was about to make a remark that could be construed as something smart in the jovial sense when the downstairs door banged open. He sighed and felt the heat and joviality in the room dissipate. There had been a new story in The Strand today. He should have known Watson would have complaints as to the “ghost at Baker Street” rumours when he was trying to peddle the legend of Sherlock Holmes.

“Holmes!” he heard Watson bellow before he came up the stairs.

“He’s in a strapping mood, isn’t he?” Margaret murmured before having more of her coffee. That, at least, got some of a smile from him, which still happened to be on his face when Watson made his grand entrance waving a paper above his head. He started to speak and then noticed Sherlock had company. “Dr. Hooper,” he said, the bluster gone out of his tone.

“Watson,” she said, inclining her head. He hid his amusement at her clipped and just barely civil tone behind another sip of tea. Apparently, old sleights did not go forgotten.

He grimaced and set his jaw, as though he was asking the savior to grant him patience, and then he turned to Holmes. “They ran an obituary above my story. The ninth one so far!”

“Another obituary?” Sherlock said. “How many times can I be pronounced dead when any fool who is not after my good name can plainly see I am alive and well?”

Margaret set down her cup and reached across the table, setting two fingers on the inside of his wrist. He warmed at the nape again at the intimate touch, knowing she was making a point to his stubborn friend but enjoying the small bit of intimacy nonetheless. “You can tell the imbeciles at The Strand that Dr. Hooper, head pathologist at St. Bartholomew’s Hospital, has examined Sherlock Holmes and declares he has a pulse and colour in his cheeks. He’s not to be on my slab anytime soon.”

“See, Watson? A doctor confirmed it. I am, indeed, alive.” He felt a great deal of sadness when Margaret removed her fingers from his wrist. “The Strand employs imbeciles to fill its pages. Present company excepted, of course.”

“Of course,” Watson grumbled. He looked to the tea service and then nodded. “Enjoying a cuppa?”

“Yes,” he said. “Margaret and I were about to begin discussing how to curtail my brother’s continued attempts to marry me off, now that I have solved her problem of her employment at Barts.”

“I could help with that,” he said.

“Aren’t there other things you should be doing?” Margaret asked.

Watson shook his head. “Nothing of importance.”

Molly sipped her tea for a moment. “So the contentment of your wife and the news she has to share about an impending blessing is nothing of importance?” she asked. “How typical of men, to only care when their needs are met and to care nothing of–”

Watson’s eyes widened. “She’s with child? Surely you jest.”

Molly nodded. “I am, of course, just a simple woman. Not a medical professional in any capacity. I can’t possibly recognize the early signs of a woman bearing a child, especially a woman I happen to see more than her husband.” Sherlock was quite amazed there was so little venom in her voice because if her words had been a dart to wound they would have dealt a lethal blow. He was, actually, quite impressed.

“Well, I…should be off, then,” he said, nodding and walking back to the stairs as if in a daze.

Molly watched him. “I hope he does spend more time with dear Mary,” she said, her face softening and her voice tinged with sadness. “He does love her. He just needs to…learn.” Then she turned to face him. “As you have.”

Sherlock nodded. “”You have quite an astute level of observational skills. When did you know Mary was with child?”

“Three weeks ago,” she replied.

He gave her an impressed look. “I only deduced that fact two weeks ago.” He nodded towards her. “Perhaps we should talk about making use of these skills as a…partnership? As I fear Watson may be otherwise involved.”

“Why Sherlock,” she said with a smile. “I thought you might never ask.” He found himself smiling and this time not bothering to shield the fact from her view or anyone else’s that might come upon them. This could be quite interesting, this partnership of theirs. He would have to see how it all played out.

The Old Meets The New

Author: AvengeSuperWhoLock

Word Count: 2714

Pairing: LokixReader

Summary: Loki is up to his usual antics. And by antics I mean trying to poach you from the Avengers and turn you Loki-evil (outside of a coffee shop no less). But when your ex-husband approaches, he finds out that he’s not the scariest thing in your life. When he finds out why you’re more scared of a Midgardian than you are of him, things get messy. 

Part 2: A Question Of Morals

Part 3: Old Habits Die Hard

Part 4: Friends And Enemies

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abookandacoffee  asked:

Will you do my name aesthetic? <3 Leslie

leslie. autumn leaves falling down from tall trees: ruby reds, burnt oranges and vibrant yellows; that intense relief and pride feeling you get when you ace and exam that you thought you were going to fail; sitting by the window in an old cozy bookstore, watching the rain streak the glass with a steaming mug of hot coffee.

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Coffee Please ~ A Peter Hale Imagine

Request:

Hey sorry to bother you dude but could I possibly get a Peter imagine? One where the character is close with Peter, acting coupley, cuddling on a couch reading books or something?

Word Count: 377

A/N: Sorry it’s short, but I think its still pretty sweet. Hope you enjoy!😘❤️

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“Honey could you get me my coffee out the kitchen?” I asked my boyfriend Peter, “And why can’t you get it missy?” he says with a raise of his eyebrow causing me to look up from my book and into his ocean blue eyes and smile, “Because I’m to comfortable in this spot what if I get up and can’t find this same spot?” I say in fake horror.

He chuckles but doesn’t seem to be budging. Time to bring out the big guns, “Pretty pretty please with a cheery on top!” I say while giving my best puppy dogface, he playfully throws his arms up in frustration. “Fine!” I move my feet off his lap so he can stand and get my cup. He walks back over to the couch where we’re sitting and just as he was about to give me my coffee he pulls it back. “Hey!”

           He slowly wags his finger in front of my face, “I think you owe me babe?” I fold my arms over my chest and with a smirk say, “What might I owe you?” “A kiss.” I pretend to think about it, then look at him and flash him a smile and say, “Okay.” He is slowly leaning in which is driving me crazy. So I grab his face to bring it closer to mines and just before our lips touched I looked into his adoring eyes then lightly brush my lips against his.

           As we both pull back with small grins on our faces Peter puts my coffee down on the floor beside him then, places his hand under my chin and our lips touch again; with more passion and adoration than the last time. We both move back breathing heavily as air rushes into our lungs. Peter bends down and hands me my coffee, once he sits back down and I rest my feet in their rightful position on his lap he say, “God, I love you.” I look at him from the brim of my cup of coffee and smile brightly causing him to do the same. I crawl over to him and rest my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around me and say, “And I love you too Peter Hale.”


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this will send you to it [or you can click the link above]. if you send me a “coffee” [which is about $3] and a request + your tumblr url in the support note, ill draw you a small doodle !!! [i will draw anything except nsfw]

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postxangel  asked:

abbie 😙

A - All My Pride // Black Honey

B - (the) Beach Is For Lovers // Neck Deep

B - Bullet // Hollywoood Undead

I - Is It Horrible // Marmozets

E - Evening Coffee // Moose Blood

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