#leaves the coffeeshop very flustered and with the wrong coffee

[tennessoui]

please write part two to the divorce attorney where they actually get together 😭 im dying, it has me in stitches and i NEED TO KNOW HOW IT ENDS XD

ok maybe i will soon write this (obligatory pause for groans from people who want me to stop finding new things and just finish my old things) but i was thinking about it today and honestly

they meet at a bar after obi-wan's long term girlfriend tells him she can't marry him and they should break up, and this is obi-wan's and anakin's first conversation that isn't in some professional capacity so at first honestly they don't know what to say to one another

but then anakin confesses that he wasn't sure obi-wan would recognize him without a wedding ring, and obi-wan scoffs and is like do you know how many other repeat customers i have?

and anakin is like no? and obi-wan is like just one other. he's been divorced three times. every time, it's been devastating for him.

and anakin is like (pensively) i've been divorced before.

and obi-wan is like uh i know. i'm your divorce lawyer. you've been divorced 29 times.

and anakin goes all quiet and picks at the label of his beer and then he shrugs and he's like. 30 i guess. and once when it mattered.

[cousinslavellan-archive]

@inkberrry have a tiny mini thing based off that coffeeshop AU ask you sent me lol. It’s nothing fancy or detailed but... enjoy XD

She’s running late. I do hope everything’s alright.

The scratch of chalk against the board echoes through the empty room, a welcome tune in the otherwise silent lecture hall. Most professors preferred smart boards, or projectors - not Trahearne. He’d keep his familiar chalk and blackboard, the gritty feel of it beneath his fingers a grounding point in the ever hectic days of teaching.

A good cup of tea would be perfect, before class begins. Trahearne steps back to admire his handy work, smiling softly at the sprawling Orrian text he’s written across the board, I’m sure the students will love the assignment I have arranged for them.

He glances at the clock on the wall, worry nagging at him again. She’s never been late, before... perhaps I should call her...

The door bursts open before he can finish the thought, the very woman he’d been concerned about hurrying inside - a travel cup clutched in each petite hand, her satchel swinging dangerously close to one of the classrooms plants before falling back against her hip.

“Sorry I’m late, professor.” the younger Sylvari sets the cups down so she can pull her satchel off, seeming strangely flustered.

“Terra, please, you are my colleague, now - call me by my name.” Trahearne takes a careful moment to look at her, eyes narrowed - her cheeks are flushed, and there’s an odd sense of giddiness surrounding her as she pulls papers from her bag, “Did something happen?”

“What? Oh, no, nothing happened. Getting coffee just took a bit, is all.” Terra turns to grip the coffees, holding his out, “Did I miss anything?”

“Not at all, I just finished writing out the verse for today’s study.” Trahearne takes the coffee, eyes still watching, “Was the cafe busy?”

“A little - I just got, um, distracted.”

“By the barista?”

The way her cheeks flush an even darker blue tells him he’s right without even mentioning the man’s name.

Trahearne is satisfied to leave the teasing there, for the day - until he notes writing on his cup, lifting it higher to inspect and grinning openly.

“Ah, Terra - I think you’ve given me the wrong coffee.”

“What-?”

“Unless, of course,” he turns the cup, revealing the number scrawled haphazardly across the side, complete with a little fang-toothed smiley face and the initial B, “This number was meant for me?”

Terra’s face flushes so bright he’s afraid she may pass out, silently switching him cups before scurrying away to do her own morning tasks, leaving him to chuckle.

Oh, Dear... I had a feeling they would hit it off... I wonder what Eir will think...

[rarepotterpairs]

perciver, ginmione, harry/luna

perciver:

who wakes up first in the morning - percy

who’s the first to fall asleep at night - also percy

what they playfully tease each other over - oliver teases percy for working too hard, while percy teases oliver for his quidditch obsession

what they do when the other’s having a bad day - oliver will usually just ask if he can give percy a hug to which he just nods and oliver will cuddle him close and massage his shoulders and kiss his cheeks. percy will usually agree to something he normally wouldn’t and drops the stubborn act. he’ll let oliver pick where they order food or what movie to watch. he’ll just generally be warmer and sweeter towards him.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments - oliver does it upfront. when they’re both ready, he just apologizes with no gifts or anything special. he’s a very blunt person, but he’s quite stubborn like percy. he only apologizes when he knows he’s wrong, so a verbal apology like that is the most sincere way. percy has a harder time saying it out loud, but he will eventually after dropping little sweet things; making oliver coffee, leaving him a cute note on the bathroom mirror.

which one’s more ticklish - percy is physically more ticklish, but he’s way more used to tickle attacks from his five brothers, so he’s good at pretending he’s not.

their favourite rainy day activities - oliver is usually disappointed with bad weather bc rain = no quidditch but percy loves colder weather. they’ll usually just curl up together, percy will read out loud to oliver who slowly lulls off to sleep.

how they surprise each other - percy doesn’t really like surprises, so oliver does it in tiny, private ways. a new watch as a gift for getting a promotion, opened alone in their flat. percy throws oliver a big surprise birthday party one year, and all his old quidditch buddies (katie, alicia, angelina, etc.) come and oliver is so happy to see them he cries and percy is a proud & fond bf.

their most sickening shows of public affection - percy gets really flustered by pda which is the grossest part. like, oliver will just very casually make a comment about percy’s bedhead or brush their hands together and percy MELTS and goes red and starts like stuttering like god percy stop being so damn gay

GINMIONE:

who wakes up first in the morning - hermione

who’s the first to fall asleep at night - ginny

what they playfully tease each other over - ginny teases hermione about being a nerd and hermione teases ginny about being a jock

what they do when the other’s having a bad day - hermione makes ginny tea and plays with her hair and listens to her vent. ginny will pull hermione away from her work and take her to museum or a bookstore or coffeeshop and get her out of the house for some fun.

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments - hermione is bad at apologies so she’ll just kind of ramble about how she knows she fucked up and how she feels horrible until ginny hugs her and says she forgives her.

which one’s more ticklish - hermione!!

their favourite rainy day activities - attempting to bake and dancing around the kitchen in their fuzzy socks and laughing til they forget they’ve left the cookies in too long and dunking slightly burnt cookies in tea

how they surprise each other - hermione will say she’s busy with work or have to go away for her job and surprise ginny by showing up to her games!! ginny brings hermione lunch at the office unannounced

their most sickening shows of public affection - when ginny wins a game and hermione kisses her in the middle of the field to celebrate and the reporters all get pics of it and it’s on the cover of every wizarding paper in the world

LUNARRY:

who wakes up first in the morning - luna

who’s the first to fall asleep at night - harry

what they playfully tease each other over - they don’t really?? sometimes luna will tease harry about how he’s supposed to be this icon in the wizarding world and yet he cries over disney movies but other than that they really don’t tease each other

what they do when the other’s having a bad day - calls for cuddling and tea and soft blankets and whispered affections

how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments - they rarely argue but harry is just soft and gentle and takes his time to calm down before apologizing in the sweetest way, while luna will just go quiet and whisper “i’m sorry” with like, one aesthetic tear on her cheek and harry will melt

which one’s more ticklish - HARRY

their favourite rainy day activities - tbh they go OUT in the rain they have cheesy dancing & kissing in the rain moments they’re LAME

how they surprise each other -

their most sickening shows of public affection - luna is bad with the whole “pda is frowned upon” social cue so she’ll just Kiss Him any time, anywhere and harry goes bright red every time

[colaismywater]

Daisy’s Cozy Coffeeshop - Interlude

Yeah, I’m continuing it. Sort of. I wanted to write the scene from Phil’s point of view, because I usually write in Melinda’s perspective. If you aren’t interested in that, you don’t have to read this for the ongoing story of “Daisy's Cozy Coffeeshop”. (Which I’m going to continue soon, but I had to write this. I had to.) In the case you haven’t read “Daisy’s Cozy  Coffeeshop” and you are interested here is the link: https://colaismywater.tumblr.com/post/176473902457/my-first-finished-prompt-before-we-start-i-have

So here is my interlude:

She was doing it again, wasn't she? Phil sighed and tried to listen to his daughter's encounter with the new customer more intently. Daisy tended to scare off customers, especially those whom she declared as stupid during their first meeting.

Having a highly intelligent daughter was a blessing and Phil wouldn't change a single thing about his daughter, but knowing that she is smarter than most people made Daisy a bit... bold. Okay, to be honest, being his daughter made her bold. Phil knew that. It even made him a bit proud. But at the moment, she was costing him money.

"Do you sell tea?" Oh, no. Wrong question.

"No, we only display it, so that customers see what they can't have", Phil could hear the sarcasm oozing out of Daisy's every word.

So he put on a serious face and looked at his child, "Daisy."

His Angel Eyes threw a look over her shoulder into the backroom and gave him a mischievous smile. How was it possible for something that cute to be that evil? Phil had no idea.

While remembering the good old days, when Daisy was little and didn't speak a word except "Dada", Phil noticed the silence. Silence was never a good sign. Did the customer leave? He hadn't heard the bell. Looking up from icing his apricot cupcakes, he listened carefully.

"Maybe I should leave then."

Thank God, the customer was still there. He had to admit, that woman had stamina.

"If you do, you're not worthy of our tea."

Dropping his decorating bag, Phil practically jumped into the coffeeshop's salesroom.

"Daisy Coulson! That's enough. Take a seat and do your homework", Phil tried to make the strictest face he could. Of course his Angel Eyes tried to argue. She always did. But he wasn't backing off, not today. Even if she was throwing him her best puppy eyes. Finally, Daisy accepted her defeat and retreated to the backroom. Very proud of himself, Phil turned to face the customer.

"I'm sorry, she's quite a handful." He tried to combine a reconciling smile with an apologetic one. When he searched for eye contact with the customer, his heart stopped. The woman in front of him was breathtaking. Dark hair falling  over her shoulder like the most expensive silk, dark eyes in which he could get lost in, and a mouth... A mouth that almost screamed "kiss me, Phil, kiss me".

Trying to maintain his cool and not to drool on the floor, Phil smiled. They fell into a silence and Phil had a hard time remembering why any of them was here. On this planet, in this coffeeshop, right in front of each other. Coffeeshop... He owned a coffeeshop... But she didn't want coffee right? ... Tea! She wanted tea!

"Sooo... Tea?" Great, Phil. You can't even form a real sentence. Just great.

Still lost in his thoughts, he almost missed he nod.

"Great! We can do that. We only have homemade blents, any specific taste you prefer? Sweet, fruity, bitter, sour?"

"Sour?", the woman frowned, "uhm, do you have a simple green tea?"

No, he didn't. Nothing was simple in Phil's life right now. He suggested his homemade green tea with lemongras to her and was more than happy when she accepted.

"Great! To go or do you want to drink it here?"

"Here is fine." She sounded chilly, but Phil's guts told him that she was everything but chilly. Huh, interesting. He wanted to know more. He wanted to get to know her better. Maybe he could get her interested in one of her pastries.

"Great!", did he just say great again? Damn. Place a beautiful woman in his shop and Phil was too flustered to remember his own name.

Wait. What was going on? Was he still talking? Abort, abort, abort! The woman stared at him like he was crazy. Well, he was, but he didn't want her to know that already.

"Sorry."

And then something magical happened. She smiled. Not a small smirk like before, but a real smile. Something in his chest fluttered. Like butterflies. Goddamn butterflies. He hadn't felt something like that in...years.

She picked rhubarb pie. Phil's favourite.

"Great", again? Seriously? Focus, Phil! "So, what's your name? I mean, so that I know who it's for." Stuttering now, really? Good talk, Phil. Good talk.

"I'm the only one here."

"Oh, right..." Where were Maria and the grumpy guy with the eyepatch when he needed them? She was frowning again. He didn't like that frown. No, that wasn't true. He liked the frown. It was sexy. "Uhm... I'm sor-"

"Melinda."

"What?", he hadn't realized she was talking again.

"Melinda. My name is Melinda."

Melinda. What a beautiful name. "Oh. Melinda... Hi! I'm Phil. Phil Coulson. Just that wie are even, you know?" Was he blushing? His neck felt hot. Either he was blushing or he was fainting. He hoped for the latter. Wait... Did her smile just widen?

"Why don't you grab a seat while I fix your order?"

"Sounds... Great." She put an emphasis on the last word and damn, that smirk of hers was life-threatening. No. It was heart-threatening. When he turned around, while Melinda Chose a seat, he noticed Daisy standing behind him.

She raised an eyebrow and spoke up, "I called Maria."

Oh, damn. He was in trouble.

PS: if you find typos or grammatical mistakes, please tell me.

[profound-boning]

First Impressions

@deancas-sweetheart Challenge prompt: Dean calls Cas “sweetheart” pairings: destiel, gadreel/sam mentioned word count: 1.3k tags: no warnings apply, coffeeshop!au, owner dean, customer castiel, meet-ugly, valentine’s day, small misunderstanding leads to fluff ao3

“Uh, Dean?” Krissy’s voice raised above the Metallica on the speakers. Dean looks up from the dough in front of him.

“What’s up?”

“There’s this guy yelling at Kevin, so…” She trails off, gesturing over her shoulder.

Dean’s brow furrows and he wipes his hands on his apron as he steps through the doorway. Krissy was right, there’s some dark-haired guy at the counter, frowning deeply at his cashier Kevin. Kevin Tran is an AP student, a cellist, and a future editor. There’s not a mean bone in his body; this guy is barking up the wrong tree if he thinks he can yell at any of Dean’s employees, but especially Kevin.

“Sir,” Dean intervenes, placing a hand on Kevin’s shoulder. “How can I help you?”

“Are you the manager?”

Dean cocks an eyebrow. “I’m Dean Winchester and I’m the owner. Welcome to Heaven Sent.”

“Great, so can you please tell your barista that there is, in fact, a difference between a skinny and a regular vanilla latte?”

Dean looks to Kevin, who grimaces.

“I forgot and I put the whipped cream on both of the drinks. He also got a regular chai latte.”

“But you used the non-fat syrup and milk in the skinny one?” He asks.

“Yeah,” Kevin affirms with a nod. “Promise.”

“All right.” Dean claps his hands together, grabs a spoon, and reaches out for the offending not-that-skinny vanilla latte. “Easy fix, sweetheart. Hold your horses.”

The guy just crosses his arms and squints at Dean, like he’s going to remove the whipped cream with his tongue instead of the spoon. Dean is sure to make a show of carefully removing all of the whipped cream from the top of the guy’s drink and giving it a new lid. Then, ever the cheeky asshole, he pops the spoon into his mouth with a wink. He slides the newly-skinnified beverage over the counter to their customer.

“Thank you,” the man says tersely, handing a credit card to Kevin, who dutifully completes the transaction. Dean leans against the counter and licks the spoon clean. He watches the customer leave and pats Kevin on the back for handling it like a champ. Luckily it’s the slow part of their morning so the kid can take a quick break and sit down. Dean returns to his kitchen to finish scooping the dough into muffin pans. And thinks about that guy’s ass in his dress pants, his shoulders under that beige trench coat.

So what if the customer was super pissed for no good reason? Dude was hot. Dean could appreciate that.

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Valentine’s Day is a busy time of year for places that sell yummy baked goods, and Heaven Sent is no exception. Dean's had plenty of cake and cupcake orders to keep him busy and he was grateful to get some extra help from his brother-in-law Gadreel during the week.

But on the big day itself, things are relatively calm. Dean methodically restocks the front end while Krissy is on her lunch break, humming mindlessly and thinking about what flavors he’ll be introducing in the next few days. He hears the bell of the door chime and calls over his shoulder that he’ll be ready in just one moment. With that weird popping noise in his knees, Dean stands and smiles at—

At the gorgeous but angry customer from a few days ago.

“Uh, hello,” Dean greets him with an awkward wave. “Welcome to Heaven Sent.”

“Hi.” Those blue eyes twinkle as his mouth snaps shut. He tries again. “I have—. That is, I was here a few days ago. If you recall?”

Dean clears his throat. “You ordered two coffees and got upset with my baristas.”

“Er, yes.” Now the customer looks a bit flustered. He’s so damn cute Dean can hardly stand it. “That’s why I wanted to come in today, actually. To apologize.”

Dean blinks at him. “To—? What?”

“I am sorry for being an assbutt. I was ordering for someone else and she was already having a difficult day so it just—. It was very frustrating to think of yet another thing going wrong. But I still yelled at a teenager for putting whipped cream on a coffee, of all things. I completely overreacted.”

Never in a million years would Dean have guessed that this is how today was going to go, but he wasn’t about to argue.

“That’s really nice of you, man. I appreciate it. Kevin would, too, but he’s not in today. I’m happy to pass on your message, though…” He trails off, hoping the customer will catch on.

“Oh, I’m Castiel. Please call me Cas,” he supplies.

“That’s a unique name,” Dean tells him, leaning forward against the counter.

“It’s an angel's name,” Cas replies with an air of ‘I hate having to explain this to every single person I meet but such is life.’

“Figures,” Dean winks at him. “You don’t get a face like that without some kinda divine intervention.”

Cas flushes bright red and he smiles with his eyes locked on the ground. “I could say the same for you, Dean Winchester.”

Dean grins, his heart beating hard against his ribs with joy. It feels nice to successfully flirt with someone so perfect. Who apologizes for yelling at a barista anyway? People yell at folks in the service industry plenty and never give any apologies, so this guy is clearly something special. Except…

“So, uh, your lady.” He hates to ruin a moment but Cas definitely purchased a skinny latte for a person who uses female pronouns, and he really doesn’t want to offend. “Was the latte okay?”

Cas looks confused for a moment, blinking back at Dean. Then his face clears. “Oh, you mean Hannah.” He waves his arm dismissively. “It was fine, really. She was just so wound up about the cake tasting and the final dress fitting being on the same day, I just wanted to do something nice, you know?”

Oh shit. Not only was he hitting on a taken guy but a  soon-to-be-married guy.

“That does sound stressful,” Dean says honestly, slowly standing up and away from where he and Cas had been leaning toward one another over the counter.

“Yes, I’m afraid we both got our mother’s neuroses,” Cas continues with a small smile. “But Hannah is meticulous and considerate; I knew she could handle the bride’s nerves just fine. I was more nervous about the other bride’s reactions to the cake tasting. I was sure she was going to hate the coffee cake that her fiancée wanted, but it all worked out in the end.”

The gears in Dean’s brain are stuck, unmoving. He jumps to the only part of the conversation he knows that he understood. “Coffee cake? For a wedding? Really?”

Cas heaves a deep sigh. “I don’t understand it either, but planners don’t get to have such opinions when it comes to clients’ whims. Surely you understand; I know for a fact you’ve had at least one crazy customer in here complaining.” He smiles brightly at Dean and it clicks into place.

“You’re a wedding planner. And Hannah is your?”

“My partner,” Cas fills in. “In utero and in business.” He laughs at his own joke, and Dean wishes he could catch the sound in a bottle for a rainy day.

“Twins, huh? That’s cool. Got a younger brother myself, actually.” Dean relaxes again, very relieved to know that Cas is not engaged. Well, just to be sure—

“Got any other partners I should know about? It is Valentine’s Day, after all.”

Cas blushes again, smiling. “No, no one. I, ah, I had forgotten the date. Most people don’t get married on Tuesdays, anyway, so.”

“Cool.” Dean smiles widely. “Never made a wedding cake myself, but I got some other sweets here if you’re hungry.”

“Yes, that would be great, Dean. Do you have any pie?”

“…Marry me.”

Cas laughs, flush high in his cheeks. “That’s a terrible proposal, Dean, really. I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that.”

“All right, sweetheart, if you insist.”

Little did either of them know that on a sunny Valentine’s Day five years from that moment, Dean would ask Cas once more for his hand, and this time Cas would say yes.

And Dean would bake the perfect wedding pie.