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callsign-peach · 1 year

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the beanery

summary: jake goes from drinking the base’s stale coffee to bringing in cups from the cafe down the road from the hard deck, and the dagger squad is determined to find out why

pairing: established hangman x female!reader

a/n: the title? has almost nothing to do w the plot, but it’s the name of the coffee shop!!

--- Javy was the first to notice, but it was only because he had gone with Jake to your coffee shop a couple of weeks ago. He had been talking to his best friend about some plans for the newest aviators, and didn’t realize Jake had an end location in mind.

“What’s that?” Bradley asked, eyes honing in on the white take-out cup that Jake was sipping from.

“Hm?” The blonde asked, pocketing his phone and looking at his wingman. “Oh, just some coffee from that new place.”

Javy took a swig of his own Thermos to hide his smirk.

“Oh? The one near the Hard Deck? Penny said the owner’s been in a few times to ask about some tax shit.”

Jake nodded absentmindedly, he already knew this information. “Yeah, they’ve got some good stuff.”

He met Javy’s knowing eye and sent him a look, and Javy was thankful looks couldn’t kill.

Before anyone else could get a word in, Pete entered the room alongside a dozen newly-adorned Top Gun students, raring to go up in the air.

--- You heard the belle chime on the door, calling out to the patron that you’d be a moment.

Slicing the now-empty cardboard box, you slid it between the wall and the trashcan, hoping you’d remember to take it out to the dumpster before trash day.

Walking out into the bar, you smiled when you saw your boyfriend leaning along one of the columns in the seating area. “Hey, J. How was your day?”

“Good, you?” Jake asked, thanking you as you handed him a toasted bagel with strawberry cream cheese. You almost keeled over when you found out your boyfriend’s go-to pastry at the cafe was a plain bagel, losing it when he spread pink cream cheese over it.

“I can’t believe you go for those bagels over my croissants!” You laughed, taking a sip from the iced coffee you made yourself about half an hour ago.

“Oh, what’s that? New syrup? Sauce? Lemme try.” Jake reached over for the clear plastic cup, puckering his lips over the straw. “Oh, babe, I don’t know about that one.”

Laughing, you nodded over to the dainty chalkboard wall with the featured drink. “Raspberry vanilla iced latte. You don’t like raspberries.”

Jake hummed, face falling when his phone chirped from his pocket. “Damn, duty calls.”

Duty referred to drinks at the Hard Deck, a weekly tradition the dagger squad kept up once they were stationed at Miramar for good.

“Don’t know why you don’t just offer to have drinks here sometime. I can make espresso martinis or whatever shit Javy’s trying to make at our place.”

Jake chewed the thought over, pulling his lip between his teeth. “Soon, I just like having my little secret barista girlfriend.”

Scoffing, you playfully slapped your boyfriend’s chest. “Barista? I’m a full-fledged business owner, Seresin! Get it right!”

Jake laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple with a promise to be home before midnight. --- Stopping the timer on her watch, Natasha stepped into the cool air of the newest cafe in MIramar after her morning run, thankful for the air conditioning.

“Good morning! Welcome to The Beanery, can I get anything started for you?”

Looking at the woman behind the counter, Natasha felt like she’d seen the woman somewhere before. “Oh, um, sure. Iced coffee, no creamer.”

“Any flavors?” You asked, scooping ice into the branded cup.

“Caramel?” Natasha smiled, and you laughed and pumped some caramel syrup into her cup.

“Oh, this is so much better than the base coffee!” Natasha smiled, depositing her change into the tips jar.

“Base? You’re in the Navy?” You asked, setting some mugs out on the counter.

Sure am. Naval aviator, originally was only here for a quick mission a couple years ago, but I guess they thought we were good enough to stick around.”

You smiled, setting the drying towel on the counter as the bell chimed for another customer coming in. “My boyfriend’s in the Navy, I’ll have to ask if he knows you.”

“Who knows! Thanks again for the coffee!” Natasha smiled as she left, taking her time walking back to her apartment and changing into her khakis. --- “You, too?! Man, everyone’s getting coffee at the new place!” Mickey spoke as Natasha finished off her iced coffee.

Jake looked up from where he was texting you about the chocolate pastries you were experimenting with selling.

He saw the plastic cup he had helped unpack the weekend prior, curious if his colleague had met you or one of your employees.

“Yeah, it’s really good, and the food looked so good! I might go after work again to grab another drink.”

“Oh, I’m coming with. I need to try this coffee if you and Bagman say it’s good!” Bradley added, tossing a ball of paper at the blond man’s head.

Soon enough, the entire dagger squad was planning a short jaunt over to your coffee shop, Jake included. --- The bell chimed and took you from your thoughts, thankful for the distraction from the pastries you were trying to laminate.

“Welcome to the Bean- oh. Back so soon?” You asked, smiling as you saw Natasha walk back in, flanked by some other Navy men. “And you brought friends? Man, my confidence is sky-high right now.”

Natasha laughed, though she missed the teasing look you gave your boyfriend as he walked in. “Sorry, I just can’t enjoy anything. These rats always have to tag along.”

You snorted, starting on Jake’s drink absentmindedly. “What can I get you guys?”

The aviators all ordered, but when it was Jake’s turn to speak up, you smirked. “What can I get for you, Lieutenant Seresin?”

Jake smiled, wanting nothing more than to swipe the flour off of your cheek. “Iced macchiato, extra caramel.”

“You know what a macchiato is, right? You bitch about me pouring any milk in my coffee, they’re like 90% milk!”

You laughed as Bradley pointed to the cup, exasperated.

“Shut up, Birdbrain.”

Silently setting all the drinks at the end of the bar, you slid Javy one of the oatmeal cookies you made earlier. “Since I was out of them last week.”

“Thanks, but you know I was just going to grab some next time I was at your and Jake’s place.”

Shrugging, you watched as Bob seemed to put the dots together, silently sipping his Americano with a knowing look.

“Okay, this is going to sound really weird, but do you know anyone on base? I swear I’ve seen you before!” Natasha said, curiosity getting the best of her.

You smiled, twinkle in your eyes. “My boyfriend’s an aviator, maybe you’ve seen me around with him? I don’t know, though. I just moved out here recently.”

Javy coughed into his coffee, trying to disguise his laugh.

“Who’s your boyfriend?” Rueben asked, curious.

Smile growing wider, you simply nodded towards Jake. “Jake.”

“What the fuck?” Bradley asked, jaw falling open.

Natasha and the rest of the aviator, sans Bob and Javy, all stared at the two, heads swiveling to look at the couple. “In your locker! There’s a photo of her in there, that’s where I’ve seen you before!”

“You keep a photo of me in your locker? Cute.” You teased, coming out from behind the bar to stand with your boyfriend’s friends.

Jake blushed, offering you a sip of his coffee. “All right, all right, yes, everyone meet my girlfriend.”

You smiled, officially introducing yourself, promising to catch up more with the aviators after you heard the alarm going off for the croissants in the back oven.

“Damn, Hangman, you did good.” Rueben clapped his friend on the back.

“Yeah, I did.” --- a/n: i like this couple idea a lot but i cannot write it i have too many thoughts going through my head so def expect more !!!!!! send requests, chat to me about this trope at literally any time !!!

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try-set-me-on-fire · 7 months

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Okay, fuck it Friday! Thanks for the tags @forthewolves @lover-of-mine @devirnis @rewritetheending @daffi-990! Here is a silly little fic I’m adding to the soft prompts collection!

Eddie pats down his jacket, making sure his wallet hasn’t magically teleported out of it in the hour or two since he took it off.

“The mint kind, dad, remember.”

“I got it.”

There’s the sound of glass clattering in the kitchen, ringing as loud as the laughter that accompanies it. In the living room there’s sudden cheering as one of the kids gets ahead of another in whatever video game they’ve set up. Beside him, Chimney is counting on his fingers.

“It’s-Its, mint kind. Drumsticks. Rocket pops. Bobby wants neapolitan. Those caramel chocolate bar things for Hen and Karen.”

“Are you going to have room in your freezer for all this?” Eddie wonders, thinking about how packed his own freezer is. He should really clean it out. Maybe Buck’ll come over next day off and help. He loves leftovers, and organizing.

“I’m fully expecting everyone to eat themselves sick so it won’t be a problem,” Chim shrugs. “Rocky road for you, yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

“Okay.” Chimney squints. “I can’t remember what Buck said.” He squints more specifically in Eddie’s direction, clearly waiting for a response.

And Eddie could say Well, Buck cycles through ice cream favorites every few weeks because he likes to try new things. It’s been white chocolate raspberry recently, but he might be ready to switch it up, it’s been long enough, and the kind he likes is sort of expensive so he would never ask you to get it for him, but that feels like the kind of statement that would get him that sort of raised eyebrow flat mouth look he doesn’t understand so he goes with “Uh, I’ll ask.”

Buck is leaning on the counter sandwiched between Hen and Bobby, half full drink in his hand entirely forgotten and listing a little dangerously to the left as he listens to Karen talk about a new project at work. He’s smiling like he doesn’t know he’s doing it, and his eyes are wide in the way they get when he’s absorbed in a story, and Eddie doesn’t want to interrupt but his son has no such qualms.

“Buck, are you gonna come take your turn on mario kart? Nobody can beat May.”

Buck’s smile turns into his Christopher smile, wide and eyes crinkly. “I’ll be there in a minute, bud. Save rainbow road for me.”

“Buck, what ice cream did you want?”

Buck’s attention flicks over to him. “Oh, I’ll just take one of the drumsticks or something.” A beat or two passes while Eddie makes an unimpressed face and Buck laughs, ducking his head. “Fine, I’ll- uh, if they have something coffee flavored that looks good I’ll take that.”

“Alright-“

“Oh, Eddie, while you’re there will you pick up more Doritos?” Maddie asks, waving cheesy fingers over an empty bowl.

“Sure.”

“Ooh, and barbecue chips?” Hen asks, head tilted to the side imploringly.

“Yeah, okay-“

“If you get an avocado or two I think there’s everything to make guacamole,” Bobby says thoughtfully.

“Uh-“

Buck grins at him. “I’ll text you a list.”

“Thank you,” Eddie grins back, and then turns to Chris. “Alright mijo, we’ll be back in a bit.”

“Okay,” Chris says. “And can you get butter popcorn?”

“They’ve got the kernel kind, and a popper and everything.”

“I like the microwave kind,” Chris says, pouting a little. “It’s a party, dad.”

Eddie snorts, but also immediately gives in. “Fine. See you in a minute with your nasty popcorn, sir.”

He leans down to kiss Chris' forehead, leans up to kiss Buck, pats his pocket one more time (wallet still there) and then heads down the hallway. Chimney is standing there frozen, so Eddie steps around him towards the door. He’s probably trying to think of his own chip preference, like he’s not as big of a Doritos fan as Maddie is. Eddie wonders if the corner store they’re going to will have the salt and vinegar chips Buck likes-

Buck-

Eddie feels a strange sensation like all his muscles locking up for a moment, before he slowly turns around.

“What did I… just… do?”

Chimney — who, there it is, he’s making the face, eyebrows raised and mouth flat, though it looks slightly more hysterical than usual — shakes his head and throws up his hands in a shrug. Helpful. Eddie stumbles the few steps back towards the kitchen. Buck is talking to Karen now, though everyone else in the room is also making the face with varying levels of giddy intensity. When Bobby sees Eddie come back in the room he has to hide his expression behind his glass of orange juice.

“-never knew that worms played such an important part in-“ Buck’s voice suddenly squeaks to a halt mid sentence, and he whips around to stare open mouthed at Eddie in the doorway. “Did- did you?”

“Uh huh,” Eddie nods, eyebrows furrowed. “Is that- uh. Is that okay?”

“Y- yeah, Eddie- yeah.”

Buck moves towards him and Eddie is pulled in his direction like a magnet. They meet in the middle of the kitchen and grab each other’s hands. Eddie is vaguely aware of Maddie’s muffled giggling somewhere to his right, but it doesn’t seem to matter very much at the moment.

“Should-" Buck looks and sounds absolutely confused, and is clinging tight to his hands. "Should we get married?”

“What?” Eddie laughs, remembering the time he’d held Julia Stanton’s hand in kindergarten and she’d told him that meant they were husband and wife. “I- we only just-“ but, suddenly, he imagines it. Being married to Buck. Waking up to him every day, and doing taxes together. It’s all he wants, it’s what he wants more than anything. “Okay,” he says, nodding his head in a frantic yes. “Yeah. Alright.”

“Oh, lord,” Bobby laughs in the background, setting his glass on the counter so he can rest his hands on his knees. Hen rubs his back, other hand covering her face as she tries not to lose it.

“Yeah?” Buck asks, looking stunned, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

“Yes, I’d- I want- you’re beautiful.” Eddie lets go of one of Buck’s hands — oh, he thinks he’d like to hold his hand forever, why did they never do this before — and puts his palm on Buck’s cheek, tracing under his eye with his thumb. “I gotta go get ice cream first though.”

“Oh my god,” says Karen, voice strangled.

“I’ll go with you,” Buck decides, but then Chimney is there with his hands on Eddie’s shoulders.

“Oh no,” he says, “We let the two of you go and we’ll lose you in the night, and then there will be no ice cream and the children will riot.”

“You’re the one who was demanding drumsticks in the first place,” Eddie points out, not even looking away from Buck’s face.

“And I will join the mob with the pitchforks. Let’s go, lover boy.” Chimney leans over to pat Buck's arm. "I promise I'll get your- jesus, are we accepting that as an actual proposal- yeah? Okay- I'll get your fiancé back swiftly and in one piece."

Eddie can do nothing but grin dumbly back at Buck as Chimney all but drags him outside. There are stars out, sort of, as many as you ever get in a city as big as Los Angeles, and Eddie feels a strange urge to write poetry about them.

"Did you know I was in love with him?"

"Had a pretty good idea," Chim says, voice strained.

"Why didn't I know that?"

Chimney hacks a cough into his elbow. "I- I really couldn't possibly answer that."

It's taking Eddie a tremendous amount of effort to put one foot in front of the other in the right order. "I feel like I'm drunk."

Chimney claps him on the shoulder. "You're going through a lot of change."

Eddie thinks about it for a moment. "No, I'm not."

“Hm?”

Chimney spins around to face Eddie as he stops walking all together. “It’s… I mean, we might get to kiss now,” Eddie says, pulse suddenly feverish as he considers that for a few seconds. He shakes his head to get back on track. “But… It’s Buck. Haven’t… I mean… It’s always been like this. My life is his already.”

Chimney is making a new face now, still a smile but it’s twisted up sideways and his eyes are a little watery. He throws his head back with a wet scoffing sound and hooks his arm through Eddie’s, tugging him along again. “Well, what the fuck, I’m stupidly happy for you. Unbelievable.”

“Thank you,” Eddie laughs, leaning into him a little. “Oh shit, I- I have to get a ring.”

Chimney cackles into his shoulder. “Might be a difficult find at the corner store, but I’ll keep my eyes peeled.”

When they stagger through the doors of the 24 hour market a few blocks from Maddie and Chimney’s place the bored clerk looks at them like they are drunk, and Eddie tries to take a few steadying breaths. “I’ll get ice cream, you grab snacks?”

Chimney nods, and they split up. Eddie stares down at the freezer and tries to remember any list of anything he’s ever learned in his life before his phone buzzes in his pocket.

Buck 8:43 PM Mint It’s-Its, drumsticks, rocket pops, neapolitan, caramel bars, rocky road, coffee ice cream?, Doritos, barbecue chips, avocados (and tortilla chips please), microwave popcorn

Buck 8:44 PM also I didn’t say it but I love you Eddie

Buck 8:44 PM sorry I should have waited for you to get back to say it maybe but

Buck 8:45 PM I just wanted you to know it. I didn’t want there to be any more time where you didn’t know it.

Eddie’s breath catches somewhere between lungs and throat. He’s standing close enough to the freezer box that he can feel it’s hum in his knees, or maybe that’s just Buck.

“Hey, Diaz.”

Eddie turns in time to catch the small package Chimney tosses at him. Peach rings. Eddie laughs a little helplessly.

Eddie 8:47 PM i am going to be back so soon and tell you in person but me too buck

Eddie grabs all the ice cream in record time if anyone ever recorded the time for such things, and the rest of the trip feels like a race. He taps his foot as the poor clerk scans everything while shooting him vaguely unimpressed looks, and he’s at least a few feet ahead of Chimney the whole walk back. Finally, the door, finally the hallway, finally Eddie is bursting back into the kitchen. Buck is standing with Bobby’s arm around his shoulders and Chris leaning against his side and he looks lit up with happiness, smile practically glowing. Eddie feels an answering one on his own face.

“Here,” he says, holding the ice cream bag out sideways and hoping someone will take it. Karen does, with a snort. “Oh, uh, wait-“ Eddie leans over to dig for the bag of gummies, grabbing his prize and grinning at her. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” she laughs, leaning forward to kiss his cheek before starting to dig out the ice cream for distribution.

When Eddie looks up Buck has moved to stand in front of him. “Hi.”

Buck ducks his head like his smile is too heavy to hold it up anymore. “Hi, Eds.”

“Oh,” Eddie says, taking the half step necessary to press close to him all over. “Hey, I love you. I love you, too. I didn’t realize, but I absolutely do.”

Buck laughs, what a wonderful sound, and wipes his eyes with one hand. “I love you so much, Eddie.”

“Okay!” Laughter goes up around them. “Okay, I have-“ Eddie tears open the plastic, fishes out a single peach ring. “It’s the best I could do short notice.”

“What…” Buck looks down at the candy, and then starts laughing and crying harder as Eddie grabs his hand and does his best to roll the gummy circle onto his ring finger. “Wait, I- I was the one who proposed.”

“There’s a whole bag of them,” Eddie says, waving it around. “You wanna-“

“Yeah, uh huh-“ Buck takes a peach ring of his own, slides it onto Eddie’s finger, and it’s truly ridiculous but even in this Buck treats him so gently, cradling Eddie’s hand like it’s a precious thing. It makes Eddie feel a little lightheaded. The sugar of the gummy is gritty against his skin, and he has to hold his fingers weird to accommodate the bulk of it, but Buck is looking at them like they’d just exchanged diamonds, and Eddie isn’t sure he’s ever been in a more perfect moment. But then Buck leans down and Eddie moves forward and they’re kissing, really kissing, Buck’s arms sliding around his waist like they’re meant to fit there and Eddie cradling his face between his hands, and Chris shouts in delighted disgust and there’s cheering and more laughter around them, and Eddie thinks, stunned, that he might get a life of perfect moments with this man.

They are surrounded by friends and family, so Buck pulls back before either of them can really get lost in each other. “You’re sure?” He whispers. “You don’t have to- I was just- you actually want to get married?”

“Yes,” Eddie says immediately. “And also come home, please. Every day, like- move in with me. You don’t have to use the couch.”

Chimney snorts behind them. Buck nods, and they’re close enough that his nose almost pokes Eddie in the eye. “Yeah, yeah- I wanna come home.”

Eddie kisses him again — perfect, the way their lips fit together is perfect — and then looks for Chris. “Hey, mijo, you wanna have a sleepover?”

“Sure,” Chris says, “With who?”

“Uh.” Eddie cranes to look around Buck at anyone else in the room.

“We’ll take him,” Hen says, raising a hand and looking extremely amused and entirely fond.

“With Denny,” Eddie says to Chris.

“Okay,” Chris says, crunching his face up. “I don’t want to be there if you’re going home to make out.”

“We absolutely are,” Eddie says, as Buck sputters a little. He disentangles himself from Eddie and crouches in front of Chris.

“Chris… I just want to make sure this is okay with you. I- I love your dad very much, and I love you so much, and if it makes you uncomfortable-“

“Buck,” Chris says, slightly exasperated, as he wraps his arms around his shoulders in a hug. “I love you, too. And I kind of thought you were married for awhile when I was little, so you’re just catching up.”

“Oh,” Buck says, watery. “Yeah?”

“You take care of us,” Chris says, leaning back to look at him. “And you’re at our house all the time.”

Buck laughs, and Eddie’s lungs stutter along with him. “Well, okay then. I’ll keep doing both of those things. Sounds good?”

“Sounds good,” Chris says, already looking towards the living room. “Are you going to play Mario kart, now?”

“Uh,” Buck says, looking up at Eddie. “Is it okay if I take a rain check on that?”

Chris heaves a sigh. “Fine, but you better practice for next time. May still hasn’t lost.”

“And I’m not going to!” She calls from the other room. “Also, congratulations!”

“Thank you,” Buck and Eddie call together. Buck gives Chris another hug, and Eddie squeezes him tight as he makes his way to the living room.

“Bye, Superman. We’ll see you tomorrow. I love you.”

“Love you too, dad.”

Buck takes his hand again. Eddie wants to kiss him again, but he thinks once he starts he might never stop. “Anybody mind if we duck out early?” He asks the room at large, fully planning on backing out the door no matter what the answer is.

Chimney pats his arm. “Please for the love of god leave my home.”

“Got it,” Eddie says, pulling a giggling Buck towards the door.

“Paperwork!” Bobby calls. “Monday! And don’t get married until I can get everyone the day off!”

“I-“ Eddie looks into Buck’s eyes, kisses him once on the cheek because they’re in the hallway and no one can see them anymore probably. “I’m not gonna make any promises about that.”

“Wait-“

“Bye!” Buck calls, cheerfully, and then they’re out on the front porch.

And, well, they’re really out of sight of the others now, so Eddie pulls him down for another kiss, intent on finding out what his molars taste like, but then the door is opening again.

“Gross,” Chimney says. “Take your ice cream with you.”

Rocky road and coffee, still cold but getting warmer, land not entirely gracefully in Eddie’s arms. The door closes again. “I told him he wouldn’t have freezer room. These are gonna melt.”

Buck takes his tub, grinning a mile wide. “We better get home quick, then.”

“For the ice cream,” Eddie nods, cheeks hurting with his smile.

“Yep.” Buck says. “The ice cream.”

They clasp their free hands together, and then, breathless and laughing, run to the car.

It’s kind of late but if anyone is still around and has stuff to post (you could also consider this as being tagged for inspiration Saturday if you want) @callaplums @shortsighted-owl @buckactuallys @shitouttabuck @wildlife4life @eddiebabygirldiaz @bigfootsmom @henswilsons @homerforsure

#buddie #Eddie Diaz #Evan Buckley #911 abc #my writing #goofy!! they’re goofy!!!!

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sycamorelibrary754 · 6 months

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Guardian Angel

Chapter 2: My Guardian Angel

Summary: Your first day back at work after recovering from your sprained ankle was normal, until it wasn’t. It turns out your first encounter with Wanda wasn’t your last.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: This is the last purely fluffy chapter for a bit. Angst and adversity is on the way.

Guardian Angel Masterlist

Once your doctor confirmed the sprain, you found yourself hobbling around your apartment for the rest of the week, with a small ice bag or a heat pack wrapped around your swollen ankle. Being cooped up inside your apartment was not your cup of tea, and you grew restless with each passing day. You tried to distract yourself by streaming every movie you could think of, but the boredom persisted. Finally, when you were able to walk more comfortably with the help of an Ace bandage, you felt a sense of relief. By the following Monday, you were eager to get back to work and resume your normal routine.

After graduating from college, you decided to open up The Candy Bar, an old-fashioned sweet shop that seemed like a dream come true. Your shop sold every kind of candy you could imagine, a variety of ice creams, and had a soda fountain on site. In addition, you also made a handful of homemade treats inspired by candy recipes passed down from your great-grandfather, such as caramel-covered chocolate turtles, peanut brittle, and fudge.

"Would you like to tell me what happened again?" Your friend and business partner Harper asked you with a gentle tone while restocking the ice cream bins. The dark-haired girl with freckles had been your closest friend since college.

I walked up to the counter to get my coffee, and suddenly, these two boys crashed into me. Before I knew it, a redhead rushed up and started talking non-stop. Honestly, I have no recollection of what she said. I think they were words. She was so beautiful that I kind of blacked out.

“This could only happen to you”, Harper teased.

“She helped me back to my apartment, got me some ice, and left. Then I sat there speechless for the next ten minutes.”

“She’s like your guardian angel! You know, like those stories you hear about mysterious strangers showing up in your hour of need and then disappearing as quickly as they came.”

You always admired Harper's optimism and belief in fate, even if you didn't believe it yourself.

“It doesn’t count if the guardian angel’s kids initiate your hour of need,” you replied.

*^~^*

Throughout the day, you diligently tended to your quaint little shop as a steady stream of customers flowed in and out, filling the air with the irresistible aroma of chocolate and sugar. The vibrant interior was a feast for the eyes, with a mesmerizing display of candy in every color of the rainbow, swirling and twirling around the store. As you looked down, the black and white tiled floor seemed to beckon visitors, guiding them like a yellow brick road toward the front counter. Here, an impressive arrangement of fudge and peanut brittle awaited, flanked by the refreshing soda fountain to the right and the tempting ice cream display freezers to the left. Finally, your customers' eyes would inevitably fall upon the charming vintage sweets display, which sat proudly on the back wall just beneath the menu.

In the late afternoon, the rush had subsided, and you decided to start preparing the homemade soda syrup for the soda fountain. Although it was a tedious process, it was still one of your favorite activities. While you were in the back kitchen, you heard the bell ring above the entrance.

“I’ll be right with you!” you shouted.

You wipe your hands off on a towel and walk back to the front of the shop.

“Welcome to The Candy Bar! How can I —“

As you turned around, your eyes fell upon the customer who instantly caught your attention. She stood there wearing a pair of sleek black leather Chelsea boots that hugged her feet, complementing her light wash jeans and a white cable knit sweater. The long brown heather overcoat draped over her shoulders, adding a touch of sophistication to her ensemble. Her fiery red hair cascaded down her back, framing her face perfectly. The sight was nothing short of mesmerizing.

“Help you…”, you trailed off softly. “Wanda?”

“Y/N? Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? I thought about you all week! Are you okay? How is your ankle?” She rambled. It's so adorable that you want to squeeze her.

"This is my shop," you said confidently. "Thanks to your help, my ankle is much better now. I can't thank you enough for your assistance the other day," you added with a self-assured tone. Despite feeling a bit nervous, you managed to express yourself clearly and coherently.

“It's amazing! It reminds me of the candy stores from old TV shows.”

“As a child, I loved watching TV shows that featured charming sweet shops where the characters would gather for root beer floats and candy.”

Wanda slowly turned around, admiring every inch of the decor as she exclaimed, "I love it!"

"Thank you. How may I assist you today?" you said with a professional tone and a raised eyebrow.

“I am in search of a sweet treat for my boys' birthday.”

“Ah, the junior middle linebackers, how are they doing?”

They're good," she giggled. "I think they're finally starting to feel comfortable here.

“You just moved to New York?”

“Actually, we just moved from a small town in New Jersey back to New York," Wanda said hesitantly. "I used to live here for work, but this is a new experience for Billy and Tommy. It's been a bit challenging for all of us to adjust to the change.”

You thought to yourself, 'The three of them.' You decided to file that information away for later.

“Well, welcome back! What business are you in?”

'Public service,' she said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“I'm not surprised! You've come to the right place. Let's find something special for the birthday boys. How old are they turning?”

"Eleven, I can't believe it," she said while running her hands gently through her hair.

Let me think for a moment," you said, scanning the shop before guiding her towards the candy displays at the front. Your gaze moved over the colorful containers of candy, and you relished this part of your job. You picked out an assortment of sweets that you thought Billy and Tommy would like, including malted milk balls, jelly beans, peanut butter cups, chocolate-covered gummy bears, whirly pops, and some of your homemade fudge. As you began to package the candy, you offered a few pieces to Wanda to try.

“These are delicious, Y/N. I’ll have to stop them from eating it all in one sitting.”

"Wow, that's the best compliment you could give me," you said with a wink.

Wanda observed you working and couldn't help but smile. You were fully engaged in the deceptively simple task with unwavering focus, exuding the unmistakable radiance of someone who loves their job. It was magnetic.

With a wide smile on your face, you eagerly revealed your surprise by exclaiming, "Tada!" Wanda's eyes lit up with excitement as she laid her eyes on the two beautifully crafted gift bags that you held out to her. The bags were adorned with bold red and white stripes and each one was elegantly personalized with the names of Wanda's boys written in a stunning gold calligraphic font.

“Wow, this is amazing! How much do I owe you?” she asked, reaching for her purse.

You waved your hand dismissively and said, "It's on the house.

Oh no, that's very kind of you, but I couldn't.

“I made one for you too, as a way of returning the favor for helping me last week,” she said, placing a third bag in front of her.

You could feel your heart beating rapidly against your ribcage as you extended your hand towards her with the small gift. She looked up at you with a grateful expression, her warm touch on your hand making you feel appreciated. "This is so generous, y/n," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "Thank you so much. I won't forget this." Despite your nervousness, you managed to smile back at her, hoping she couldn't hear the sound of your heart pounding inside your chest. The moment was etched in your memory, a testament to the power of a kind gesture.

It's my pleasure," you smiled. "Please convey my wishes to the boys for a very happy birthday.

"I will," Wanda assured, locking her gaze with yours. Her beautiful green eyes caught your attention once again.

I hope… I hope I see you again soon,” you stammered.

“I hope so too,” Wanda smiled. Your eyes lingered on her as she picked up the three candy bags and walked out of your shop.

For the second time in two weeks, you watched the woman leave. A few moments later, Harper joined you at the front counter.

“Who was that?”

“My guardian angel.”

*Chapter 3 coming soon*

Tag: @automaticdinosaurtaco

#guardian angel #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #scarlet witch #the avengers #mcu #fluff #comfort

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orangeicee · 3 months

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♡ Underrated Safe Foods ♡

Hii!! Since my last underrated safe food post blew up so much I thought I’d make a part two to these!

These r gonna be a lot more specific, as I’ll mention a lot of brands here (I’m in the US btw, pretty much all of these can be found at publix)

Quest protein chips - starting strong w these cause oh my god. They have around 20g of protein, 4g net carbs, and 140 cals per bag. The best part is, I cannot lie when I say these are actually SO MUCH better than any greasy calorie dense chip brand. My fav flavor is the chili lime, but there’s also loaded nacho, and the flavoring is so accurate on both!!!!/!!/ get these guys please

Enlighten bars (Sea Salt Caramel) - do you guys like ice cream bars? Do you also like them for only 80 cals?/?/? Yeah. There’s no catch like “it’s actually just frozen breast milk” or sum shit. I have no idea what they put in those things but man are they good, I wouldn’t even care if it was actually frozen breast milk

Raspberries - now you might be thinking “wdym those aren’t underrated everybody has fruit as a safe food” but nobody ever mentions the nutrients. Specifically FIBER. People always ignore fiber in their wl journey but it’s so important. Raspberries are a perfect fiber rich low cal food that you guys NEED to get on.

Kimchi - if you’re not familiar, kimchi (김치) is a korean food which is basically fermented cabbage in liek a sauce…i don’t know what the sauce is iforgot. But anyway, since it centers around cabbage, I think it’s no surprise that these are an amazing low cal option. And the best part is, the fermentation process produces a ton of healthy gut bacteria. It’s a lil bit sour so I personally don’t like it, but my friend does, and maybe that’s why he’s 15 lbs lighter than me

Egg whites - eggs themselves are amazing for wl, but you can enjoy them for a fraction of the cals. Most of the protein is in the whites anyway, so egg whites are genuinely one of the best sources of protein while also being extremely low cal. If you want, you can make your eggs with just one full egg and then mostly egg whites, and I like to sprinkle a little bit of feta in there so life doesn’t suck

Microwaved fiber one brownies - a little bit specific, but why eat your fiber brownie when it’s dryer than this pu-

when you can microwave it for a lil bit, add sum whipped cream (don’t come for me it’s high volume so it’s not actually that many cals) and have basically a hot fudge brownie for under 100 cals. You deserve to feel something every once in a while, and though it might not be the same, the brain fog from fasting will probably hinder your ability to tell the difference

That’s all!! If you guys have any more questions feel free to ask. Hopefully this list will help you diversify your diet, because I can imagine biting into your 3rd cucumber of the day just makes you sad.

#@na #tw disordered eating #ed not ed sheeran #tw ed diet #low cal diet #@na tips #⭐️ving #@na trigger

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fullcravings · 1 year

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Healthy Caramel Ice Cream Bars (Vegan, No-Churn)

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milaisreading · 4 months

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No one:

Bachira to CD(Y/n): Can you be my pookie aookie bookie cookie dookie eookie fookie gookie hookie lookie jookie kookia lookie mookie nookie oookie pookie qookie rookie sookie tookie uookie vookie wookie cookie yookie zookie popeyes biscuit with a cherry ontop, my whipcream and rainbow unicorn boo boo, icing ontop drizzled with pink caramel, my pookie lookie white chocolate and chocolate chip cookie with a unicorn charm ontop my boo boo pusheen hello kitty bee buzzy bee Ronald McDonald KFC Burger King boo boo moo moo kawaii UwU OwO baka princess bookie wookie dookie stuffed lookie bookie mookie cookie dough ice cream chocolate mint ice cream straberry ice cream cookies and cream Hershey bar boo boo woo cookie mookie bookie 😍 i can buy kitty cat food amd drink with you in my room, strawberry milkshake with 50% whipped cream hookie pookie fookie cookies and cream ice cream patootie white chocolate bar sookie bookie strawberry cheesecake with strawberries ontop (pls say yes🙏)

CD(Y/N): 😦

CD!Yn: What? Wait, what does that even mean?

The rest of Blue Lock: 😶😶😶

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock scenarios #crossdressing #bllk bachira

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icallhimjoey · 1 year

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I've Got You

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and your flatmate have perfected the art of wingmanship for one another. It's a great system that seems to work every single time, until you're left unsatisfied.

CW / disclaimer: 18+, language, rpf (don’t read if this makes you uncomfy), fem!reader, eventual smut

Author’s note: baby's first smutty series - no smut in part one yet, but there's four more coming and i'm eXCITED (rewritten on 13 nov 2023) Wordcount: 2.4K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

“Hey, I’ve got the flat tonight,” Joe leant his full upper body onto and over the bar, making sure you could hear him over the music, interrupting your focus on whoever was kissing your neck.

I’m busy fuck off, was your first thought, and you frowned in annoyance. You didn’t need Joe so close, shouting so close to your ear.

You turned your head slightly to meet your friend’s eyes and saw the pretty girl behind him that you’d introduced him to about an hour earlier. You were sat on a barstool on the short side of the bar, with a man who you’d smiled at about fifteen minutes ago latched onto you.

That’s how it worked.

You smile at a guy, get him to order you a drink, then reward him by allowing him to suck love bites into your neck.

Easy maths.

Joe just needed confirming you weren’t going to be taking this random dude back to your flat.

He didn’t want you walking in on him with his hook-up later.

Joe bit into his bottom lip as he smiled at you, amused by how cross you seemed, and you waved him off with a frown. Couldn’t Joe see you were too busy focusing on the lips that were sucking bruises into the area between the back of your ear and your hair? Too busy focusing on the hand that was inching up your inner thigh below the bar?

Joe’s grin grew at your dismissal of him.

Good.

He had the flat tonight.

“Have fun you two,” he slapped the bar with a flat hand and made your hook-up break free from you to look at him.

“She’d love another gin and tonic,” Joe said to him as he pointed at your empty glass.

With two people glaring at him now, Joe smiled before holding his hand up in a wave and walking out, dragging the pretty girl out behind him.

You held up your middle finger at your flatmate until he was out the door.

It had been a long, exhausting week, and when you’d gotten home from work that day, there’d been loud music playing. You’d heard the shower going, and upon slamming the door shut, Joe had shouted “Hey! We’re going out!” at you from the bathroom.

“What did we say about bathroom activities and locking the door?” you fanned through some closed envelopes you’d taken from your mailbox as you stood in front of the open bathroom door.

“I’m not on the toilet,” Joe quipped as he popped his head around the shower curtain, the shampoo in his curls leaving suds on the plastic. He looked you up and down, the wear and tear of the day clearly visible on you.

“Have a beer, then start getting ready.”

You sighed deeply, dragged it out until your lungs were completely empty. You could feel how tired you were in your bones. In the balls of your feet. In the pressure you felt throbbing inside of your skull.

“I’ve got a pint of ice cream that’s been telepathically sending me messages all day,” you were absolutely ready to get into your pyjamas and fall asleep curled up on the sofa watching bad TV.

“No!” Joe frowned, pouted a little.

“No ice cream. We’re going out! Tonight!” Joe revealed a wet arm from behind he curtain that he used to tensely point down at the floor.

“It’s caramel core, Joe...” you gave him your best tilted puppy dog face.

Joe paused a second to scan you.

You looked like you needed ice cream, if he was being honest. Then, he quickly disappeared behind the shower curtain again.

“Okay, fine. Have a little ice cream, but then after, start getting ready!”

You huffed a laugh as you closed the bathroom door and rolled your eyes at your flatmate. You hovered there a second, gave yourself time to consider the options here before concluding that you didn’t really know who you were trying to fool.

You hadn’t had sex– wait, no. You hadn’t had good sex in a while, so going out and chancing getting some didn’t sound like the worst idea.

You made sure to get a couple of good spoonfuls of caramel core ice cream into your system before cracking open a drink and getting ready for a night out.

About an hour later you were stood in the hallway, slung your coat back on, and let your flatmate guide you out of your flat into the night.

On your way to get drunk.

It was weird how this household worked, but this is what you and Joe did. It was weirder that you called it a household, it being just the two of you, but, it was whatever.

It was busy at the bar you ended up at. There was a good crowd out, and you were quick to get an order in.

Sitting down on barstools and facing out to scan the dance floor, you sipped your drinks as you both let your eyes make snap judgements of strangers. You were always looking for the golden triangle in a man: strong arms, kind face, and tall. Taller than you, at least. How quickly they could then chat you into bed would completely depend on how drunk and giggly they’d leave you.

“I’m so sorry,” Joe said, and you turned to see him give you an empathetic look.

“I’m afraid everyone here’s uglier than me, so,” he sighed, then said, “I guess I'll have to do. If you want, we could just call it a night right now?” and Joe pretended to want to get up to leave.

You grinned, plastic straw slotted in between your teeth, and you gave him a shove.

“Idiot.”

It hadn’t taken long for Joe to nod his head towards a girl he’d spotted. You’d followed his eyes and when you saw her, you dropped your face and gave him a deadpan stare.

“Of course,”

Men were all the fucking same, weren’t they? It was always the impossibly slim, incredibly gorgeous girl. The girl that was pretty in a way you couldn't really ignore. The type of girl you knew also looked stunning three seconds after waking up, hungover or not.

You were not that type of girl.

“What?” Joe asked defensively, but you detected his smile. Stupid little smirk that tried to hide just under the surface, but couldn’t. Never could.

“You’re so fucking predictable,” you held both your hands up as claws in front of his face in faux frustration, and you laughed.

When you saw that the girl Joe’d gestured towards was on her way to the toilets, you were quick to get up to follow her.

“Get me another gin and tonic, and order some shots, I’ll have her here in a minute,” you were nothing if not a good wingman.

“I’ve got you.”

Joe smacked your ass as a thank you, making you throw him a scolding look over your shoulder. And just like Joe, you couldn’t hide your smile either.

You’d been right.

Befriending her had been easy; you gave her lots of compliments and laced them with jealousy so she felt the need to compliment you back.

Boom.

Instant best friends for life, because that was how that worked with drunk girls.

Then you asked her if she’d already done shots that night and dragged her over to Joe without waiting for an answer. The vague idea of a fun time was enough to have her follow you blindly.

Then you’d introduced her to Joe, gave your best casual sales pitch before taking your gin and tonic and slipping away from them, leaving Joe to flirt his own way into her pants.

It worked.

It worked every single time.

Early the next morning you felt worse walking up the stairs to your flat than you’d done the night before, when you’d gotten back from work.

Bones more achy, head more throbby.

You were going to spend the whole weekend in bed and couldn’t fucking wait to get inside.

Just as you were about to fetch your keys to open the door, you heard it unlock and were greeted by the girl from the bar from the night before.

“Oh, hi,” she jumped slightly when she saw you, and then awkwardly smiled. You weren’t sure if she even remembered you.

“Hi,” you said back, and for a moment, she just stood in your doorway and looked at you expectantly.

“Sorry, I live here, Joe’s my flatmate,” you said, pushing the door open beside her, and she immediately stepped aside for you, to let you in.

“Sorry! I’m just, I’m on my way out,” she smiled apologetically, sort of embarrassed, and looked just as disheveled as you did.

You would’ve mentally made fun of the fact that she was in fact not one of those girls that looked effortlessly amazing in the morning, but you weren’t one to talk. You were both in outfits from last night, both had hair all out of place and both had thick mascara smudged underneath your lashes.

You smiled politely as you stepped around each other, her onto the doormat in the communal hallway, you in your own flat.

“Hey, um,” she stopped you just as you were about to shut the door.

“Could you… could you give me his number? I just realized he never gave it to me...”

For a second you just looked at her, admiring the balls she had to outwardly ask you for Joe’s phone number. Just for that alone, you really wanted her to just have it. But the fact that she didn’t already have it meant that Joe probably didn’t want her to have it in the first place, so you couldn’t.

“You know what? Give me yours. I’ll pass it on.”

A classic line that you had used many times before. Girls were always eager to write their name and number on a random scrap piece of paper you’d rip from an old envelope to give to Joe. Which you then never did.

After closing the door behind you, you took heavy, tired steps into Joe’s bedroom and let yourself fall onto his bed face first, still in your coat and shoes, on the spot where seconds ago someone else had woken up. The creaking of the mattress made enough noise for Joe to jolt awake, and he groaned a little at the movement of his bed.

“I’m getting the flat for at least the next two months,” you spoke into the pillow when you saw Joe carefully open a squinty eye to check if it was you beside him. There was a second of relief at the fact that it was just you, but then your words registered, and it was replaced with a small, sleepy smile.

“What was it this time?” Joe grunted as he rolled over onto his back.

“I had to share the bed with a dog,” you moved in as Joe’s arm found its way around your back, cuddling you into him for some early-morning comfort.

Joe couldn’t help but chuckle softly, and you felt it in his chest below your cheekbone.

“Was it at least a cute one? Like a border collie?”

“Oh, it was adorable, but there’s something I can’t quite explain about making eye contact with a dog when someone’s going down on you,” you tilted your head upwards to catch Joe’s reaction.

“Oh no, the dog was there during–”

“The whole time.” You deadpanned.

Joe groaned for you in sympathy, then yawned. “Yea, alright, that grants you the flat for a bit.”

The two of you had been flatmates for long enough to have come up with rules surrounding hooking up. You’d walked in on Joe with a girl on the sofa once, and you’d been absolutely livid with him for it. It was bad enough having to hear Joe have sex through a wall from your adjoined bedrooms, but seeing it with your own eyes in a shared space lifted the issue to a whole new level. Joe had been embarrassed in the moment, but had been able to laugh it off fast. Afterwards he'd continuously made fun of your reaction at seeing him plow his dick into someone from behind, a girl that you’d made eye-contact with when you stepped inside after you’d unassumingly gotten back from a food shop.

Joe hadn't been able to laugh it off quite as fast when the shoe had been on the other foot, and he’d walked in on you getting eaten out perched up on the kitchen counter.

It was when and why you’d established the rule of letting the other person know that you had someone over, just so the other person could avoid witnessing anything they didn't want to see. Or hear.

Slowly, it had evolved into what it was now: you’d tell each other to get out and fuck off for a bit because you needed the flat. Or, like last night, whoever was first to claim it, usually got it.

A silence fell where you both stared at the ceiling for a bit. You knew you desperately needed a shower, but Joe’s bed was comfortable, even if you were still in your heels.

“At least someone went down on you, though,” Joe said, trying to make you feel better by throwing some of his own misery your way.

“Oh no, she didn’t suck you off?” you were genuinely surprised. You thought she had looked like a girl who would have. Not that you could put into words what gave you that impression. She just... she just did.

“Said it wasn’t her thing,” he grunted, somewhat annoyed, but clearly joking.

Maybe that was the reason why she didn’t end up with Joe’s phone number, you thought.

“Poor Joey,” you pouted sarcastically through a smile and patted him on his chest softly. “Do you want me to quickly do it?” you hadn’t even finished your sentence before you’d started laughing.

“All right,” Joe groaned and shoved your face away from him with his palm covering most of it, rolling you off of him, which only made you laugh louder.

When your giggles died out, you sat up. Time for a shower, you thought, and you moved to the edge of the bed to take your shoes off.

“If it’s any consolation, I might as well not have had any head. He wasn’t any good.”

Your heels dropped onto Joe’s bedroom floor with loud thuds.

Joe huffed a laugh, and you looked over your shoulder to look him in the eye.

He looked tired still. Sleepy.

“Are they ever?” Joe asked, and then, you both laughed.

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serendipitysays · 3 months

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safe foods and some ways to make them better!

rice cakes!! an ana staple of course :-) i love to add either light cream cheese or PB2 to them. it helps when you’re feeling cravings and soooo low cal

most fruits & veggies! PB2 with apples is super good, or if you’re in the mood for citrus, grapefruit with stevia is so delish

hard boiled eggs!! i love these with soy sauce. keeping the egg white in adds calories but the protein will keep you full for longer so it really depends on your hunger level

warm water w/soy sauce- kinda weird but warm water tricks your mind into thinking you ate a big meal. the soy sauce just makes it less gross. be careful tho bc salt water can work as a laxative and uh yk- 😬

pickles are my #1 safe food. they’re so delish and like 5 calories for 4- needless to say they’re the best

dried seaweed 🫶

0 sugar werther’s caramels. i’ve been guilty of eating like the full bag 😭✋ i don’t recommend its really bad for your stomach

gum and iced water 😍 (i feel like this list is getting more and more disordered)

quest bars are actually foul but they keep you full so likeeee????? a wins a win!

i go rabid for fiber one bars. 10/10 will recommend. but they might cause you to binge because they’re genuinely so yum so i don’t recommend breaking your fast with them (been there, done that.)

mmmm halo top

put SUPER hot hot sauce on everything it will make your stomach hurt and make you not wanna eat it

apple sauce and cinnamon :))

there’s so many more but bye for now!

#ed vent #tw disordered eating #tw ed diet #tw restrictive ed #disordered eating thoughts #ed not sheeren #low cal diet #safe f00d

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greghatecrimes · 9 months

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PPTH Gang + What I Think They’d Order At Starbucks, brought to you in incredible and unnecessarily extra detail by a very tired barista!

House: Black eye (black coffee with two shots of espresso), adds his own cream and sugar very sparingly. Occasionally when he’s alone he orders a Caramel Ribbon Crunch frap (guilty pleasure).

Wilson: Grande hot latte with soy milk. He used to order the “skinny vanilla” (latte with skim milk and sugar free vanilla) but stopped because House made fun of him for ordering the white mom drink.

Cuddy: This woman will drink any kind of coffee she can get her hands on in the morning. Even really, really shitty coffee. She just needs something to get through the day. But if she’s got time for Starbucks, I know she’s absolutely getting a tall Brown Sugar Oat Milk Shaken Espresso with two extra shots of espresso (four total). (That is a lot of espresso for a small drink and she needs all of it). She looks so stressed out that the barista draws a smiley face or a star next to her name on the cup, or writes “have a great day!”

Cameron: The Taylor Swift latte. Grande skim latte with caramel. She’s a basic bitch but she knows what she likes, good for her! In the fall she’s 100% a pumpkin spice latte girl and she probably also has the date written on her calendar for when Peppermint Mochas come back in the winter. When asked her name: “It’s Allie, A-L-L-I-E. Thanks!” automatically spells it out to make the barista’s life 3x easier.

Chase: Cameron orders for him because Chase has no idea what the names for anything are. Also likes a good Peppermint Mocha around Christmas (Cameron got him hooked; he stops drinking them after the divorce). Rest of the year he goes for an Americano, iced or hot, with almond milk. His Starbucks name is Bob, which never fails to make Cameron laugh. (Now I’m imagining putting that order out and yelling “ICED AMERICANO FOR BOB!” into a busy cafe and Chase standing there cluelessly like “who? me?” until Cameron nudges him, and I’m laughing my ass off)

Foreman: Regular, plain ol’ black coffee, any kind of dark roast. He adds his own cream very liberally but isn’t a fan of sugar in his coffee.

Thirteen: I spent way too much time thinking of the perfect thing for her. If she just gets coffee at work, just regular decaf coffee is fine. The bitter taste wakes her up since there’s no caffeine. If she wants a nice coffee, I think she’d like a decaf Doppio (two shots of espresso) with a bit of almond milk, one pump of vanilla, and one pump of hazelnut. Hot or iced, but always decaf. Gently but firmly tells the barista to please make sure it’s decaf because she’s “caffeine intolerant” (not wholly a lie. Helps her avoid the caffeine jitters.) Never uses her real name, either gives a random one or just says “Thirteen, like the number” when asked for a name by the barista. Always leaves a tip when she has cash. Orders her drink iced at any time of year if she’s in the mood for it and gets harassed by House for it.

Kutner: Rotates between different superhero names for his Starbucks name (Tony Stark, Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Clint Barton, etc.). Taub wants to melt through the floor every time he gets coffee with Kutner and his order is called out. Kutner thinks it’s hilarious. I really feel like he would be happy with anything you give him, but I think his go to if he’s specifically at Starbucks would be a java chip frap despite the fact that Taub lectures him about it (if he’s gonna treat himself to expensive coffee it may as well taste good!!). Also RIP Kutner you would have loved the Dragon Drink so much (both for the badass name AND the fact that it’s purple)

Taub: Doesn’t go to Starbucks often, probably really only goes with Kutner. Just orders a regular latte or cappuccino. He says he doesn’t see the point of adding in all the flavors and stuff because it’ll just drown out the coffee. Might put some cinnamon on top if there’s a shaker of it on the condiment bar. Would add cinnamon or nutmeg at home if he has the luxury of having a late morning and making his own coffee.

Bonus! Amber: Drinks iced coffee in the middle of a blizzard. Could also down shots of espresso like they’re tequila. The most intense bitch. Would be very visibly tense or stressed when ordering but as soon as her order’s done she’d thank the barista pretty genuinely. Go-to order is a cinnamon dolce latte, no whip but keep the cinnamon dolce powder.

#ppth starbucks run #i did not need to go this hard but i did this to procrastinate doing stressful things so it was fun and worth it #there’s so much in here that makes ME laugh as a barista but that no one else will probably find funny. rip lmaooo #headcanons #greg house #james wilson #lisa cuddy #allison cameron #robert chase #eric foreman #remy thirteen hadley #lawrence kutner #chris taub #amber volakis #house md

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viscountoflondon · 6 months

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College Kavinsky 2.0

You drove down the street stressed that you were late. You arrive the restaurant and send an I’m here text waiting for him to respond as you sit in the car. When 5 minutes pass you think nothing of it but when it gets to 15 minutes you don’t why but your stomach sinks.

“Hello?” you say as he picked up and was silent

“Y/L/N?” “Yea?” you confirm turning down the volume in the car, you hear a lot of commotion in the background

“Shit sorry Y/L/N”

“Ohhh kayyyy” you were getting stood up. “Shit happened in the club emergency meeting and I just lost track of time I was gonna text”

You interrupt “I understand”

“I’m sorry” “Thanks” you respond nonchalantly “is everything okay?” you ask hearing a yelling match go on

“I can’t really talk now mind if I call later maybe we can hang out. I will make it up to you I promise”

“Sure” you respond in a flat tone “don’t stress about it, just call me back when you can” “Great thanks Y/L/N”

You sigh and look up. Did you just get stood up or was he playing the forgot lets hangout at your place possibly hook up game?

“Babes? What are you doing here?” Ivy asks you

You shrug “Peter couldn’t make it”

“Oh shit what did he say?”

“I don’t know something happened he lost track of time” You scoff taking off your shoes.“Some bullshit. Make up wasted, outfit down the drain”

“Aww don’t be like that” she pouts opening her arms for your to hug

You smile and give her one “Yeeaaa, i think he stood me up” “He wouldn’t do that!” she insists

“Well only time will tell Ivanna, only time will tell. I’m gonna go lay down” “Okay I’m here to talk if you want”

Ivy knew this wasn’t going as planned but she knew Peter just wouldn’t fake it like that only to stand you up she texted Cam only to be ignored for hours as well and he confirmed the same thing Peter said fight etc...

You agree one more time to meet Peter over the next weekend, it wasn’t the best time for you two but Peter really wanted to see you. So the best you could do was agree to a coffee date 2 hours max because you both had obligations after

“Hey!” he says walking in

“Hi” you greet smiling at him. He had managed to ease away the wall you immediately built up after last weekend

“Man you know all the cool places, I thought we were gonna meet at starbucks or something” “Nope!” you emphasis the P “they have good coffee, bagels, and treats”

“I don’t even know what to get I normally get my coffee from starbucks and its some latte shit” “Ooh I can order for you is your starbucks order sweet or not”

He shrugs “i don’t know like regular sweet”

“Perfect, want a bite or?” “I’ll follow your recommendation boss” You blush “Here” he hands you his card “I’m gonna find a seat place is kinda packed”

You nod and wait for your order to come out. It doesn't take more than 10 minutes. When he sees you approaching with the items he gets up to help you.

“Here is your order” you say, handing him his bagel and coffee while you take yours. “I got you a bacon egg and cheese bagel, NY Style and a Half White/ Half reg Mocha, latte.” “MMM! So good!” he says taking a sip of his drink

You smile “I have to stop myself from coming here everyday.”

“What do you have?” “Oh i have a white mocha caramel brulee iced latte and a cheddar bacon bagel with cream cheese, classics”

“Classic kind of girl” “I try new things sometimes I just like the classics you know can’t go wrong” He nods in agreement mouth full of food “So how have you been?” you ask cautiously “everything okay?” you pay attention to his mannerisms

He sighs “yea, i can’t say much but one of the sophomores got into a fight at the bar and the guy wanted to press charges it was crazy”

“Oh wow!”

He takes in a deep breath “I can’t wait for this to be over”

You tilt your head and look at him “I thought you liked being in a frat”

“I do but I don’t at the same time. It’s a lot you know. You have to like micromanage the freshmen and some sophomores make sure their are passing their classes, mentor them, Because that affects our metrics. Teach them to not be creeps. Some haven’t had a girlfriend and don’t know how to manage a full house with many girls and you know they make stupid stupid mistakes sometimes.” he eats a little before speaking “You know whats funny the brother I looked up to when I was a freshman said the same thing I am saying now and I thought he was just had a shitty attitude but this shit wears you down” “Sounds rough” you give him a sympathetic look “Don’t get me wrong it's good it can be great, it really can, but i put in a lot of work last year being the social chair. I’ve never networked as much as I did so much so I hate when people recognize me now”

“Really? I thought you liked the spotlight”

“Yea I kinda wanna be invisible sometimes”

“Aww” you pout seeing the exhaustion in his expression

“But I can manage for 2 more years and then barely look back, that is my mantra now”

You beam at him “You got this Kavinsky”

He smiles “I will if you continue to be by my side”

“You’re so cheesy” You blush looking

“Only for you Y/L/N”

“So I was thinki..” You’re interrupted “OMG PETER IS THAT YOU?” You hear looking back to see Olivia and a few of her friends, you wave back at them as they waved first/ She walks over “Y/N What are you guys doing here?”

“Talking” he says matter of factly answering for you

“Ooooo about?” she wiggles her eyebrows while sitting next to him “oh mind if wejoin?” “Actually we were just”

“Yoo Peetterrr” You hear Sean calls to him

You see the annoyed expression on his face

“Pull up a chair guys” Olivia instructs her friends

“So much for some alone time” he mumbles you hear it and refrain from laughing

You look down at your phone after receiving a text

Peter 🥰: Sorry about this

Y/N: its okay

You look up and smile at him, he responds by giving you a sympathetic smile. You two sit in a circle, with one of Olivia’s friends sitting in between you two? How that happened you don’t know. Peter kind of gets caught up in the conversation that he doesn’t realize time is passing but you did because you had a tutoring session and you couldn’t be late for that.

“Guys I have to go, tutor session” “What are you getting tutoring for?” One of Olivia’s friends ask slyly you peep that

YOu smirk “I don’t get tutoring sessions I am the tutor 3 years now” “Oh” you see the sly smirk fall “And I’m getting paid to do it so I can’t be late my client is waiting for me, talk to you guys later it was nice meeting yall”

“Nice meeting you too”

“Oh shit I gotta go I’m late” “Where you off to Kavinksy.” “I gotta go to practice’ Although stanford didn’t have a men’s lacrosse team Peter was able to try out and join a club where they had frequent games, like a norcal.

Oh yea, text me Mark wants to go over somethings later tonight “Will do Y/L/N wait up girl”

You smile and wait by the door. “Bye guys”

See Ya! He throws the peace sign as he walks out

You two walk to your cars he had parked next to you “I’m sorry about that” Peter comments

“It’s okay Peter can’t control everything” He smiles “you're awesome, I gotta run but I’ll text you okay?”

“Yea drive safe, remember the building is not running away from you” He gives you a quick peck on the cheek and runs to the drivers side of his jeep.

You two meet again at yet another frat party. Besides the brief interactions on campus it was really the frat party where you two could interact

Y/L/N what time did you get here why didn’t you text me

I just got here

“Cool cool, whats your poison tonight” “A few shots”

KAVINSKY You both turn

Mark motions him over with his head I’ll be back

You run into Olivia and her cheerleading crew you hang out with them a bit before you leave and move around the room

There you are babes. I need a dance partner and Cam won’t do it with me

“Ummm” you chuckle “I’m not dancing” “Don’t act like you didn’t teach me how to salsa, come on pleeeaasssee just a few songs, here lets take some shots

“Noooo” “Yesss and then like 3-4 songs”

“FOUR?!”

“Okay three and then i will leave you alone”

“Deal”

You smile the alcohol works through you dance with her to the songs glad the third one is ending as you could see glimpses of Peter watching you. The songs switch tempo to a bachata song.

She holds onto you tight “One morree pleeasseee”

“Peter is watching” you mention not liking his attention

She smiles “Good so is Cam lets get them all worked up” she winks. You can’t help but laugh and follow her lead, she pulls you in close dancing as a couple as you two move around on the dance floor. A few spins for you both a little foot work. The song ends and you’re glad its over with so that you can get away from the middle away from the attention(Peter’s)

“Whoo I need some water” you think as you reach into the icebox

“I didn’t know you could dance Y/L/N” you hear Peter’s voice You turn to face him and you feel your face flush with embarrassment as he walks to you slowly “I.......don’t?” He motions behind him “so what was that?” “Oh i was following Ivy’s lead” you explain trying to hide your smile He chuckles “LIAR”

You smile and walk away from the crowd in the kitchen, he follows you to the backyard. “I know a spot we can talk come on” he grabs your hand

You two walk a bit away from the house near the fence you find a bench

“How you been?” he asks moving your hair behind so he could see your face

“Busy like you” He hums in agreement

“I wanna take you out to dinner” he says while playing with your fingers a little nervous you will say no

“Do i need to dress up?” you ask

He shrugs “Sort of”

“When?”

He smiles “You tell me gorgeous”

“Yo Kavinsky” you hear from the distance

“Oh my gooodddd”

You giggle

“I gotta question” the guy says as he stands in front of you two

“Shoot” he answers nonchalantly

Another guy walks up “KAVINSKYYYY! What’s up bro?” he shouts as he gets closer

You hear him groan “Michael how you doin?!”

“Oh shit didn’t mean to interrupt”

“It’s okay” you go to stand up to walk away but Peter tightens his grip on your hips

You look at him and smiles at you, before looking at the freshmen “what was your question”

“Oh i wanted to know...” you fade away

“Finally okay about dinner”

KAVINSKY he Mark calls

“I can’t fucking take this” it shocks you when you see him irritated “WHAT?”

“HURRY UP I GOTTA TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!”

“It’s okay Peter”

“I’m gonna lose my fucking mind” he runs his hand down his face frustrated

“So Dinner I am free Saturday evening and Sunday evening after 3pm”

“Cool I’ll pick you up at 5, I gotta go I’m sorry.” He pecks your cheek before running towards the house. You sit on the bench and contemplate ponder. Your conversation with Peter was mostly done via text. I mean the times you two were around each other it seemed that you two were constantly interrupted how would this work. At least with Cam and Ivy he made time for her. How could it work if Peter didn’t? That was tomorrows problem because tonight you were laughing at the antics in front of you.

“You guys are cute you look up it was Olivia”

“Oh Olivia! Whats up? you scoot over so she could sit next to you

She sits down before saying “Nothing just commenting on you two love birds” she teases “So what you two discuss?”

“Oh” you blush “Peter wants to take me out to dinner”

She smiles “Really when?”

You shrug “Next weekend I think”

“Think he’s gonna make it official?” she asks

“I don’t know maybe or maybe he just wants the chance to get to know me better no interruptions” you say

“Yea thats possible” she smiles. You two talk about other things before she too gets up and leaves. You hang out in your spot a bit longer feeling the last effects of the shots starting to fade before you decide to leave it was late you had to study all that shabang. You push your way through the crowd and see Peter having a very deep conversation it didn’t seem like an interruption from you would be appropriate at the moment so you send him a text. He wished you had done so, it would have given him an excuse to get out of that stupid discussion

Next weekend arrived and this time Peter was not late. In fact he was early.

You hear a knock on the door and look down at the clock. It's 4:30 why would he be here at 4:30? You were just finishing up the final touches of your makeup. You throw on a robe and rush down the stairs tidy up the best you can before opening the door

“Kavinsky, you’re early

“Early bird gets the worm” he stands with his hands behind the back

“Do you wanna come in sorry for the mess

“Laundry adorned the couch as you were mid washing cycle and didn’t feel like carrying it up all the way to your room

He scoffs looking around “Its nothing compared to the (frat) house you know that.” He pulls you in “how are you?”

Oh you blush “I’m good”

“I got you these” He pulls the bouquet from behind his back

You can't help but to grin “Aww Peter you didn’t have to!”

“It’s my pleasure

You smile and walk towards the kitchen “want something to drink?” you ask as you place them in a vase. “I’ll read this later” you say as you place the card down

“I’ll take some water”

“Okay, I’ll be right back. I don’t wanna be late I promise I’ll be down in 10 minutes” you say as you run up the steps

“No problem take your time!”

“Okay I’m ready” your heels go clacking against the wooden floor as you walk down the stairs. “12 minutes a little late.”

He smiles at you holding his hand out “Right on time to me. WOW look at you!” He holds your hand up so you can do a little spin

You smile as you stop facing him “I look okay? i can change”

“Don’t I love those on you: he comments speaking of your heels

You look around and see that one of your panties laid on the floor you hoped Peter didn’t notice and you become extremely bashful. “Okay let's go” you open your clutch “keys, wallet. phone. Good all in there”

During the ride there Peter held your hand and sang a few songs on his playlist you laughed and snapped a few videos

“You gotta post those” he says when you’re done

You end up 1 hour away from your apartment in Berkeley, CA

You see the sign Welcome To Berkeley, California when you turn to Peter “We are in Berkley”

“Yes ma'am” You give him a look “I’ll explain when we get there”, 15 minutes later he pulls into a parking lot of a restaurant that had all the romance vibes.

“Wow Peter this is” you look around “thank you”

He smiles looking at you taking it all in “it’s my pleasure”

The waiter comes and you two place your order. The conversation is surface level, until you were both done and now waiting for dessert.

“Ummmm” the waiter interrupts looking bashful “I have drinks”

“Oh” you look down at the drinks and back up at Peter who also looked confused “We didn’t order those”

She blushes even more “I know but um there is a couple around who wanted to buy you two drinks said you guys were so cute and I agree” she smiles

“Oh” you smile and look around to see if you could tell who it was but you couldn’t “tell them thank you!”

“Absolutely!”

Peter picks up his drink and you follow suit “Salud to us to life and to the lovely couple: you raise your glasses in the air, clinking them lightly and taking a sip.

You two stare at each other while he routinely kisses your knuckles while he holds a smitten look on his face

You blush before speaking “So we drove to Berkely an hour away because?”

He sighs and sits up rubbing his thumb over yours “I really like you Y/N” wow you didn’t know you could like the sound of him saying your first name as much as you did your last name “And I didn’t want any interruptions. I want to just focus on you, on us, I wanna make sure we are on the same page” he smiles before placing a soft kiss on your knuckles You blush “Are we not on the same page?” “I think we are but, now I get to talk to you, like really talk to you without someone fucking recognizing me”

“I honestly thought you loved that” He huffs “I am starting to hate it. I can't even get a moment to think, only time is after practice, at the library when I've locked myself in a room and late at night, when everyone’s asleep and the house is mostly quiet. But then i can’t sleep because i’m trying to catch up on my thoughts, like oh I forgot to watch the tiktok you sent, coach sent us a schedule for next week” You reach over and caress his face “it will be over soon Peter” you try to sooth his frustrations

“I have dessert for you two”

The waiter brought a plate, you watch as she places it down. Letters adorn the plate ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ It reads you look down then back up at Peter.

“What do you say Y/N Y/L/N” he asks moving the hair from your face as he leans in closer in and speaks softly “Will you be my girl?” he pushes the hair behind your ear and caresses your cheek “I would love to be yours”

“Peter” you say above a whisper

“I need an answer baby” he insists in the most sultry voice you’ve heard from him so far

God when will you stop blushing you think before answering “Yes I would love to”

He smiles and gently pulls you towards him and gives you a peck on your lips. Your first kiss A feeling he knows he will become addicted to.

When you pull away you take it all in “You planned all this”

He smiles leaning back and taking scooping some of his dessert and eating it “I did for you, for us like I said”

“You’re so thoughtful thank you Peter”

“I wanted to” he smirks smuggly knowing his mission was accomplished You blush “what is it?” he chuckles

“Nothing” you smile looking away from him

“I wanna be with you in ways that I haven’t felt in a long time” he pauses “I wanna be there when you’re sad, mad, happy i want to experience those things with you”

You smile slyly “Even if i’m mad at you?”

“Even if, because I know that we can talk it out and be better”

“You’re such a romantic”

“Can’t blame me, anyone would be especially when it comes to you”

You smile

His phone pings and he looks down at it and huffs. You're quickly brought back to reality which was Peter’s availability.

You look away from him feeling a sort of dread, what if this would be the first and last time he did this for you. Not that you were wanting him to drive an hour and spend hundreds of dollars but what if this was it do you savor the moment or do you...

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps to look at him “Yea?”

“You okay?”

“Yes!” you smile

“Tell me amore” he caresses your hands again

‘Amore’ God why is this happening to me I can’t be going through this rollercoaster of emotions

“Oh I’m okay”

“You looked sad what is it?” You shake your head “Oh i was just thinking”

“About tell me” he insists pulling your hand to his mouth again for more kisses

“I just got too lost in thought and started thinking about the people I’m tutoring” you chuckle nervously, avoiding eye contact

“You sure?” he asks feeling as if you weren’t telling him the truth

Yea you lean in to give him a kiss “I’m sure”

The night was perfect, you think to yourself, no need to ruin it by overthinking things. You to finish and head back to your place. The car ride is filled with jokes and funny stories.

“So do you wanna come in do you have time?” you ask as he parks in front of your house

He looks at his watch and nods “yea” he had to be back to the house within 30 minutes but he was sure he could make because it only took 10 minutes to get there from your house

“Oooo” the girls say in unison

“You guys are back finally” Ivy comments

“Peter, you know Ivy but these are my other roommates Daniella and Willow”

He salutes them “Nice to meet you two”

“I was gonna give him a quick tour is that okay?” you ask

“Yes it is! Welcome to our home Peter, nuestra casa es su casa!” Daniella comments

“Thanks!”

“He’s cute!” you hear them whisper as you go up the steps

“We can hear you!” You say and they giggle

“So you've seen the kitchen and dining area”

“Daniella and Willow occupy the 2nd floor” you say as you stop in the common space “we have a common area with TV also just in case someone wants to watch american horror stories and the other real housewives of beverly hills, and then their bedrooms are across from each other ensuite bathrooms, closets towels linen etc.”

“Okay okay he looks around taking it in”

“And” you walk further down the hall up to a third set of stairs. “This is my bedroom: you say as you walk in you noticed the pile of laundry sitting by the door and didn’t pay it any mind

“I have the attic”

“Wow” he comments your space was cozy

“You like?”

“It's very cozy I love it”

Warm lights and fake candles adorned your space

“I have a desk over there you point to the desk across your bed, small lounge area where I can kinda crash and watch my own TV you point to the small sectional, slept on this sectional so many times, my lovely bed catches all my dreams, closet,I have shoe problem, don’t comment, and bathroom.”

He nods taking it all in “This is dope, lots of space too” you smile in response “And where is Ivy’s room”

“Oh she has the basement”

“Cool, cool”

“Yea the attic and basement are both bigger so since the previous seniors left we took the rooms over Ivy said she wasn’t gonna walk up all those steps”

“I like it, it fits you”

“Really how so?” not understanding what about your room fit you

“Warm and cozy thats how i feel when we are together, like i have safe space with you” he says matter of factly

“Oh that's sweet of you” you plop down on the bed, your feet hurting from wearing heels one inch too high for your comfort

He smiles and walks over to you squating down “I got you, let me get these off” he works the clasps on each shoe and gently removes the heels

“I still don't know how you walk in these” he says looking at the heel

“One step in front of the other, you can just drop them there” you point at a space near you

He does so “Speaking of dropping” he picks up a pair of lace panties on the floor a pair you had just washed

“Oh my god!” you snatch it from him and shove it under the pillow “you didn’t see those”

“Those look good kinda” he reaches for them and you push him away giggling “ wanna see them on you” “Peter!”

“What you’re my girl now, don’t need to hide anything” he grabs your hand “come here”

You feel your face flush as he pulls you in. He moves the hair out of your face as looks down at you. “You’re so beautiful Y/N”

You smile “not as handsome as you” you manage to say before he leans down and gives you a kiss. This time it wasn’t just a peck, it was soft slow nothing rushed, he cradled your jaw and face, you feel light circle sensations on your cheek as he simultaneously pulls you in closer. You feel like you’re gonna faint his lips are so soft, you let him kiss you deeply, tongue exploring your mouth, you feel as if he is breathing you in taking your breath away your grip on his arms tightens, he pulls away slowly softly returning for another make out session only allowing you a few seconds to catch your breath as he peppered small pecks your lips he couldn’t resist he just needed to feel your lips on him once again you don’t know how long you two kissed but you both jump when his phone rings.

It had been 30 minutes and Mark was now calling his phone. He looks at the caller ID “Oh shit i gotta go amore”

“Its okay” he leans in for another kiss you giggle “Peter you’re gonna get in trouble”

“Its worth it!” he declares

You lightly push at his chest and reach up to wipe the remnants of your lipstick from his face and lips “you gotta go handsome”

He rolls his eyes “trying to get rid of me” he argues

“Nope you grab his hand trying to get you out of trouble” you counter

He smiles and walks down the steps with you

You walk him to the car he leans in one more time for a kiss you both smile as you giggle “you gotta go” you whisper softly pushing him in the car

“One more for good measure” he comments pulling you into his jeep and holding you tight

You give him a quick peck and push away quickly “you gotta go text me” you say closing the door

A round of “oooooos” erupts as you walk into the house. You roll your eyes “seriously guys?”

“What you brought an adonis into our home and we cant cheer for you pshh you deserve it girly pop” Willow comments

You smile thanks “oh i forgot i didn’t read the note” you state seeing it sit on the flowers , you slowly open it and it reads “thinking of you forever and always” you read outloud “Awwwww” they all say in unison

“Damn, what do i have to do to get a boyfriend like that?” Daniella asks

“You smile be yourself”

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