lily-lew‌:

Lily said nothing, just stood there with a smile on her face because moments later, her own extra large coffee came up on the order list. “I’d kind of be a hypocrite if I said anything, wouldn’t I?” she said as she picked up her paper cup, slipping it into a holder so it didn’t burn her fingers. “And um, wow, that must’ve been a day for you? But I also relate to the old man because you’d have to drag me out of a burning house too before my Jeopardy episode was finished.”

The blonde could probably see the shock coat his features as he watched her perfectly manicured fingers wrap around an extra large coffee cup. This surprise was replaced with a laugh as he watched her delicately sip the steaming coffee and he too did so himself. “A woman after my uh, own heart.” The brunette said timidly, a smile settling on his lips. “Well, it would have been much simpler if it was you. You, I could probably just toss over my shoulder. Him, I had to deal with him punching me the whole way down. He got a couple good ones in.” Malcolm admitted, the image of the smaller girl flailing as he carried he down the stairs of a burning building briefly popping into his head. “But with that much caffeine in you, I don’t know, you might run away from me so you can see what brain wracking question Alex Trebek is going to ask next.” He chuckled, uncertainty furrowing his brow.

Anybody who had a typical nine to five job looked to the weekend as a silver lining, the trophy at the end of a week of hard work. But being a firefighter, Malcolm wasn’t as fortunate when it came to having something to look forward to. In his field, there was no shift that was off limits. Weekends, weekdays, days, nights, afternoons, sunrise, sunset, the man found himself on the schedule whenever they saw suited him. But due to his seniority on the force, he’d earned the privilege of taking Friday evenings out of his availability. Truthfully, he wouldn’t have done it for anyone else other than Daysia and every in the firehouse knew that, too. Ball busting and hazing was a regular activity in the station’s downtime and the number one subject that made him a subject of ridicule was Day. The petite girl had made herself known in the house, skipping in happily and greeting all of the guys before coming to annoy Malcolm or before whisking him away. As the brunette zipped up his duffle bag, the crew began their Friday night teasing. Date night with the wifey? You putting on your apron and cooking dinner tonight, Ramsey? Who’s on top tonight, you or Day? It was all pretty typical. Malcolm gave them a respectful nod and casual middle finger before hopping in his truck and heading home. 

It wasn’t long after he got out of the shower that Day and Frank made their appearance, as usual. “Hey, big guy!” The man called out, squatting down to pet Frank before sliding him a treat. The canine knew just who to come to for table scraps and belly rubs. “And small girl, what did you make us?” He queried, peering over mischievously into the tupperware container. The smell wafting from the bowl stung the man’s nostrils with ferocity. Yup, that was vodka alright. “Jesus, Day. When are you going to learn that it’s only ever just the two of us on Friday’s and we will never need this much booze, or in this case gummy bears?” Malcolm wrinkled his nose at her chubby cheeks, spilling at the lips with booze before taking a spoonful himself. At first, he wanted desperately to spit them out bet in fear of the spitters are quitters joke, he swallowed hard. The effects of the pool of cheap vodka the bears had been swimming in was nearly instant. As the music began playing, he took another mouthful of gummy bears before making his way over to the living room. Malcolm sat two vodka lemonades on the coasted atop the coffee table before flopping over on the couch, smiling up at Day. “Do you ever run out of energy and want to... I don’t know, watch a movie?” He posed, running his fingers through his damp hair. Though in the comfort of his own home, he was wearing jeans and a white buttons up in a subconscious effort to impress Day, even after all this time. 

fridays happened to be her favorite night of the week. they were mac nights. of course, she found herself at the ramsey-corderio pad almost daily, but it was tradition for she and mac to get completely obliterated on a friday night, just the two of them. normally, dominic had a shift at the bar, so it was easy for them to get shitfaced in the house. as soon as she’d gotten off work, she walked home, grabbed some supplies and frank, and started the walk to redcliff street. knocking was unheard of between the two of them. she’d given mac and dom keys to her apartment long ago, and when they knew she was coming, they had the door unlocked. daysia turned the door knob and opened the door for frank, who trotted inside and started booking it to the container of treats. “fatty, you gotta wait!” she teased, patting the bulldog’s back gently. she looked up and grinned when she saw mac. “you’re going to love what i made us,” she wiggled her brows up and down, a smirk playing on her features. “they’ve been chillin’ for about two days now. hella deadly,” she swung her backpack off of her back and onto the kitchen counter, unzipping it and pulling out a rather large tupperware container. “feast your eyes on these,” daysia did a little drum roll on the lid of the container before peeling it off, revealing hundreds of tiny, vodka soaked gummy bears. “the recipe i used… fuck, you could barely call it a recipe. you just literally pour vodka over these little bitches and let them soak it up – but, they recommend you put them in sprite or something. me? well, you know i prefer to live dangerously,” she reached across the counter to the silverware drawer and pulled out a large spoon. she dunked it into the container, pulling out six or seven gummy bears, then shoved it in her mouth. cheeks full, she giggled through closed lips at mac. she shuffled towards mac’s speakers, retrieved her phone from her pocket, and plugged it in. she hit play on her party playlist, cupcakke playing loudly through the house. “let freaky friday begin, mac daddy!” @malcolm-ramsey​

lucasburke‌:

“No, dude,” he started with a chuckle, raising both of his hands in an innocent gesture. “I was just thinking that with a large coffee, I woulda gone straight to four shots of espresso – really amp up the ratio.” Lucas glanced away when one of the flittering baristas bellowed out another order, but his drink still wasn’t up yet, leaving him to stand off to the side. “Does that mean you already managed to do all that old man carrying without any caffeine in your system? Or are you just freaky good at predicting how your day is gonna play out?”

“Should I have them add a few more, go flip one of those signs in front a store for twenty-four straight, maybe run a marathon? There’s still time.” Mac teased, raising his eyebrows at the other. He then began to theorize in his own head all the possibilities that more expresso would entail. But realistically, it’d probably leave the anxiety ridden male shaking for hours. “Uh, nope not psychic. Just out of my mind for pursuing this profession.” He laughed between sips of his coffee.  “The night shift gets wild in LA, I’ll tell you.”

soniels‌:

Unable to control her giggle, the brunette put a hand over her face. It was hard not to, with what he was describing turning into a mental image in her head. “Oh my God…” the words slipped, “That…. that’s enough for anyone to seek a strong dose of caffeine, so I can’t blame you. So…. did you get him out at last? Like, did he cooperate with you at all?” 

Malcolm, too, laughed himself as he saw the dimples surface in the other’s cheeks. He let his bright smile shine through effortlessly as he beamed. “See, that’s the thing about most older people I find. They don’t cooperate, even when it comes to saving their life. Like, I’m just a kid, what do I know about the dangers of a burning building?” The man playfully rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee. “Thank you for not judging, though. I need that enabling in my life. I’m Malcolm.” The brunette offered, extending a hand outward.

marlene-bregman‌:

Marlene let out another laugh, shrugging one shoulder up. “So what does it say that they didn’t ask me if I wanted it, but I seriously wish they had? Is that better or worse?” she joked, glancing over to the area they were dropping finished coffees to make sure she hadn’t missed hers. “Family Feud? That’s what you’re going with? Nah, I’m sticking with Jeopardy. I love that show.” 

“I suppose that means that you seem to have it together at surface level. Like one of those cute little ducks. Floating, but kicking below the water, in need of an extra large coffee.” He speculated. A thought passed quickly through his mind if it was weird that he had called her cute indirectly. Hoping that she didn’t think too far into it, he sipped his coffee as nonchalantly as he could. “You got something against Steve Harvey? America’s sweetheart?” 

goteamcarrie‌:

The underwear comment had her snorting over her just-opened Coke bottle as she gave the man the once-over, inevitably imagining him in his underwear. She didn’t get to see men in their underwear as often as this guy’s roommate obviously did, not as of late. She deserved some slack, in her opinion, though in her opinion she always did. Shrugging, Carrie took another bite off her burger, shaking her head. “Pink caught my eye”, she explained through a mouthful of bread and patty. “What’s Paco’s? Mexican? I’ll have you know I’m too Texan to just go eatin’ any mediocre quesadillas, he better be the head honcho here.” She missed burritos though. “Where did you say he is?” General human decency. Carrie didn’t have a lot of that in her own home, and what little you could find was fluid like water, DIY and haphazardly assembled. But she made do. She wasn’t running around murdering puppies after all. Or anyone else. Her face beamed at the mention of Tony’s name. “Pretty much”, she replied with a giggle, picking the burger back up for another bite supposedly, though in all honesty it was just to show off the faded ink on her fingers. “I got bored of being where I was, so here I am.”

The was something unique about making someone laugh, it instilled this undeniable validation within you knowing that you made a connection with that person. Mac laughed along, a smile appearing on his face once he realized he hadn’t entirely made a fool of himself. “Uh, I can’t say with full confidence that you’ll love it. But, it definitely won’t be a horrible disappointment.” He tried to assuring her, itching at the back of his neck timidly. The girl was by no means intimidating and their conversation seemed to flow pretty effortlessly, but the thought of messing this up lingered in the back of his mind. “It seems like you’ll be in need of some friends,” Malcolm began, nudging the blonde gently with his elbow. “Um, if you want I can always show you around. I’ve, uh, been here for five years so I guess I’m a reputable tour guide. I have to warn you though I’m pretty rusty when it comes to skateboarding but I’ll try to keep up.” He offered, the thought of his lengthy body parts fumbling over a skateboard crossing his mind. He hadn’t rode since sometime during high school when the skater boy look was popular. Carrie would certainly skate circles around him but he was willing to make the embarrassing sacrifice. 

big courage the cowardly dog energy

I guess that makes Dom Eustace. 

Big German shepherd energy

big brad pitt in burn after reading energy

Uh, thanks?

Tell me what “big _______ energy” I have

I wasn’t a jock at all in high school. I was kind of, like, this drifter who, because I’m half white and half Asian, I didn’t really fit in with the Asian crowd, and I didn’t really fit in with my white friends, or at least I didn’t feel like I did. I was so self-conscious. I like to say I was a creature in high school. A weird creature who had my hands in a lot of different things. (x)

emiliasmr‌:

It wasn’t that she was trying to judge other people’s coffee orders, in fact she wasn’t actively staring at Malcolm but with the way she’d zoned out from the present, it sure looked like it. His explanation wasn’t really invited but at least it was registered and she waved her hand at it, “Hey, no judgment from me. We’ve all been there.” After a beat she added, “Maybe not in that specific situation but I relate deep in my soul.” Maybe her job as a waitress wasn’t quite as high-stakes as firefighting but the old man in question sounded not unlike some of the difficult customers she had to deal with. “Also not to tell you how to handle your emergencies, but there’s actually more caffeine in drip coffee than espresso.”

“I was about to say... you, too, have carried a half naked man out of a fire? I was about to be impressed.” A laugh fell from his lips at the imagine of the small brunette hauling a pedestrian out of a burning building. It was a goofy thought, but an even more obscure one was imagining her in fifty pounds of bunker gear. That was a far funnier thought. His laugh faded out as she mentioned something about his coffee order. He held the cup, quickly examining it with a shrug. “Oh, uh. I did not know that. What do you drink when you’re having one of these days?” He asked quite awkwardly.

tovah-sandoval‌:

      “Wasn’t saying anything—” holding up surrendering hands; really she recognized she was probably staring and that was most likely due her own weed induced coma while waiting in line and the mouth watering aroma’s and fluffy cake pop things directly ahead. “Hey, all that’s got me wondering is why you’re not pounding back some tequila shots or like, whiskey drowning. Coffee on coffee and then some more coffee does shit all.” 

The girl’s reaction was surprising to him. Being as socially awkward as he was, he was usually taken aback by people’s forwardness. With eyebrows raised in surprise, Malcolm laughed softly at the girl as her blue eyes stared at him. “Drinking’s usually a social thing for me and considering everyone in my life is at work, coffee is socially acceptable.” He took a step closer to the girl, tilting his head in thought. “I could slip some alcohol in here, I suppose the secrecy could make it a bit more socially acceptable. But it’s still day drinking nevertheless.” He shrugged. Certainly he could have invited the girl for a drink beside the coffee they’d both sought out this afternoon but was that weird? He could have used a drink, and maybe she could have too.

benjifuentes‌:

The young nurse had just got off his shift and he was already on his third cup of coffee. He really hated intaking this stuff, but it was needed when you have another shift in a few hours and can’t afford to sleep when you have errands to do before said next shift.  “no.. no judgement here.  really.   i understand where you’re coming from.  running around dealing with patients can get just as tiring,  but   probably not as over  stressing as life threatening things.  —  if you want to know,  that man is doing okay,  he came in and his family soon followed into the emergency room.  great job.”

“I’m sure you have to deal with life threatening situations, too. With some of the lunatic we send your way, I tend to wonder how you guys keep your sanity.” Malcolm reassured as he looked a hardy sip on his coffee. The caffeine instantly sent a calm through his body, his dependence on the drink had become a bit embarrassing. A smile took over his face as the man provided a follow up on the victim. “That’s awesome, hopefully you guys had televisions in the ER so he could finish up his episode.” A chuckle fell off his lips.

Incoming Text | @ Dom

Dom: nope, straight facts my friend

Dom: I'm talking about VARIETY! I don't needs to hear the entire discography of one artist every single time you get in the shower

Dom: If I wanted to listen to all of Shawn Mendes' songs, I'd go to his concert

Dom: but if you're really asking, definitely Eminem

Mac: Don't make me change the way I am, man

Mac: I can't believe you'd prefer to listen to be rapping every word to just lose it, including all the voice changes, that deal with me belting john mayer

Mac: What are you up to? I should be home pretty soon

Mac: If you're off tonight, maybe we can do something

hey … so,.. uhh… (looks at notecards) did you uh did …you fall out of heaven because um (drops cards) shit fuck oh god fuck im so sorry  youre-youre just s o.pretty i m soryr

marlene-bregman‌:

Marlene was waiting for her coffee with her arms crossed in front of her chest, the need for caffeine seriously about to drive her to snap. The job she had gotten in LA was great, but she also had to work late night - meaning she didn’t get home from work most nights until 3-4 AM, depending. It was wrecking total havoc on her sleep schedule. So she was up extremely early (for her), and she needed that coffee. She didn’t even realize she was glaring at the male customer who had gotten his before hers until he spoke up, her eyes snapping up to his as she realized. “Honestly? No judgement - I was actually thinking how jealous I was of you for getting that size. Maybe I should’ve done that,” she said with a laugh. “You know, I get that though. Some of those Jeopardy episodes get intense.” 

Malcolm held up his drink to the girl in a cheers motion before taking a lengthy sip. “I think this is the size they suggest if you have a serious problem. So when they ask if you want an extra large, you know you’ve hit rock bottom.” His tall frame looked down at the brunette with a warm smile, wrinkling his nose a bit. “But is any trivia show worth you life? Maybe family feud, but not Jeopardy.”